The first day of school.
This little missy is treating it like she's been around the block a year or two... she packed her backpack, helped to put her lunch together, and chose her outfit the night before. There was a test run in the clothes, and some preening in front of the bathroom mirror. She was edible.
Sofia has also been full of advice for Thomas, who will be (for the first time) spending all of his weekdays out of the house: where to sit on the bus, how to ask for a bathroom break in french, and what to do to make new friends. I've so loved listening to their little conversations in the last few weeks. Her confidence has translated into reassurance and encouragement for Thomas, and for me too.
Even Maia will be starting preschool a few mornings a week. All I can think to say is to offer a fat "good luck" to her teacher. ha ha. She is such a funny kid, and full of affection when you get to know her, but she doesn't make it easy. As soon as there is mention of "school," she starts yelling "I don't want to go school!"
I think she's yelling it in this picture, actually. You can see the "sch" syllable coming out of that little mouth!
Oh, Jesus, watch over my tiny loves this year...
My mommy heart is excited and in knots all at once.