Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Back to School 2012 (Part 2)

Today we woke up to a ton of fog, so the kids had a 2 hour bus delay.

That left us lots of time for longer baths, and a big hot breakfast before heading off to the bus.  

I took about 10 shots, but still couldn't get one with everyone's eyes open at the same time. 

Individual shots again on day two... why not?

One of Clayton in the stroller... just to prove that he was there. 

Throwing around the football while waiting for the bus.

Memorable moments of the morning:

On the walk to the bus when Clara realized - with great disappointment - that Samantha, Brett, Jesse & Nathan weren't actually going to be in her class. 

Jesse saying to me: Mom, I think Clara is going to spend a lot of time in the principal's office this year... for yelling. 

The house seemed terribly quiet all day.  But was wonderful to have lots of one-on-one time with Clayton.  Scott commented that it was so nice to let Clayton play on the floor on a blanket without worrying about him getting smothered or trampled to death. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Back to School 2012 (Part 1)

Hard to believe it's that time of year already.  This summer went by surprisingly fast.  

I was so sad to see my three oldest kids leave for school today.  I'm going to miss them!  

Samantha is going into Grade 7.  Grade SEVEN!  I remember my first day of Grade 7... it wasn't that long ago.  

Brett is going into Grade 5.  Scary.  

And Jesse, Grade 4.  I have no words.  Just one question.  How can this be possible?  

At least it was only three of them that left today and not all five at once.  That would have been too much.  

Last night it hit me as the kids were packing lunches.  Clara, never one to be left out, grabbed her new lunch bag and starting filling it with food.  I had to walk away until I could blink back the tears.  

She will start Junior Kindergarten tomorrow.  

Nathan will be starting Senior Kindergarten, and his first year of French Immersion.   

At least they are only gone every other day.  Two days a week, sometimes three.  But tomorrow morning I will be dying inside as my little Clara gets onto that big yellow bus.  

And I will head home with my box of Kleenex, hugging Clayton, and wondering why motherhood has to be so heart-wrenching.