The first day of school on Tuesday meant the beginning of all the craziness this year. I am starting to feel like a pack mule and it's the third day of school today.
Tuesday went well to be honest. First Quinn got on the bus at 8:05 for third grade. She looked cute and we took all the pictures we always do. Grandma and Grandpa Vonder Haar came to put her on the bus, as they've done since kindergarten. Then the twins were off to preschool at 8:35. They were pros. It was bittersweet watching them do so well. Lydia is afternoon kindergarten, so she had to wait all morning for her shot. We picked up the twins in time to get to the bus stop for Lydia.
As soon at that bus hit our corner, she was off like a thoroughbred. She vaulted up the steps, got the first row seat and waved before sticking her tongue out at us through the window! Stinker. No tears on her part - a few on mine, maybe. Grandma and Grandpa came back to get her on the bus too - God bless them. Everyone took pictures - the paparazzi was practically there.
Everyone got home okay too and with excited banter competing for air space between everyone, they devoured the first day of school cookies we always have to have. It was a good thing.
We're nearly through the first week of school and I have to say it's been almost pretty normal. I'm trying really hard to keep it that way. The kids are all doing beautifully and managing the different schedules so well. I'm super proud of them. : )
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