She gave me her look.
She interrupted me and said, "Mom, I hit my knee on the beam tonight at gym class. I'm not nervous about school, my knee hurts. Are you scared about me going to school, because it kinda seems like you are."
Typical.
Kate just goes and does. She usually isn't too worked up about things. Her mother does all the worrying for her.
And guess what - she did great! She came home from school tired and hungry, but so excited and couldn't wait to go the next day.
Enoch, unfortunately, tends to take after his mom and does his own worrying about school. He has a love-hate relationship with school; he loves to learn, but often a traditional classroom setting isn't really his preferred way of learning. But, he is excited about his teacher this year and thinks that she will be great.
Gavin is now a junior. That's about all I know about him this year. He doesn't talk to us much about how he is feeling and if we ask, we get his look. I do know he is happy to be busy again.
We started our morning with our traditional french toast with bacon. I jazzed it up a bit this year and also had peaches and caramel syrup for your french toast. Most of the kids opted for normal syrup.
Greg and I drove to the school with Guard while Enoch and Kate rode their bikes. (Gavin left 45 minutes before school started so he could get a parking spot. Yep. That's the over-crowded Utah high school he attends.)
The kids are so excited to ride their bikes together. I am so excited that I don't have to drive and pick-up everyday (at least until the weather cools off). Guard was pretty mad that he couldn't ride his bike too. Probably will just continue with the mad theme when he realized that both his friends are now gone most of the day and he gets to hang out with mom. Fun for him!
At school, we dropped off each of the kids at their classrooms.
I think it's going to be a great year for everyone!
After school, everyone washed their hands, told me about their day and then we ate gingersnaps and read Harry Potter. It was a great day!
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