First Day
/It was a big day around here today- a big day indeed. The girls all went off to school this morning! When they came home this afternoon we debriefed. A lot. Here's just a tiny snip-it of what they had to say about their first day.
Emma: "I chose nachos for lunch- they were amazing." And when met with my upraised eyebrows and a bit of silence from me she said, "I know Mom, but I just can't help myself when it comes to that melty cheese." Ahem, I'm hoping the money that I put on her hot lunch account will run out shortly and we can go back to turkey sandwiches from home.
She was a pro at opening her locker and even helped a few of the strugglers nearby with theirs. I'll admit I was a little nervous for her-- but it sounds like she navigated the hallways, lunch room, PE class, and bus ride home with a smile and new "best friends" in tow. Of course she did. Why did I ever doubt?
Hannah: "Mom, I really should've been doing some math and reading over the summer. My brain was like totally slouchy. I'm really going to need to get my head into 'the system'"
She also told me that she received several compliments on her "couch shorts" as she calls them (they are suede- we do not own any suede furniture?).
Hannah warned her younger sister never to bring cheetos to school for snack. They are supposedly banned. That would be tragic...if we ever actually bought cheetos.
Laurel: "Mom, two people farted at school today!" She was shocked that anyone could allow that to happen. I think she almost died of embarrassment over the two apparently loud incidents. She said that she immediately made an announcement where she informed everyone nearby, "THAT WAS NOT ME!"
She also talked a lot about learning to walk in straight lines, how One should never stand near the edge of the playground and throw pine-cones at passing cars, and how she was dying to take her shoes off and be barefoot by 9am.
Laurel is already working on some good ol' monkey bar callouses, and losing her other front tooth. (We had at least an hour of pre-bedtime drama about letting Dad pull that dangling thing out. Unsuccessful.)
And me? Well I enjoyed an hour at the gym, some playtime with Ian, a quiet/productive afternoon, and the beginnings of a brand new routine. I think this is going to be good.
