Along with most of you, we started school this week. Darius had his last, first day of school and, as a Senior, was quick to think he could get a pass on the whole "shirts tucked in, no saggin'" policy. Not so fast, Cowboy. The administration was on him like butter on a biscuit. One more year, baby. One more year.
We're so, so proud of him.
Next, Dea started his Sophomore year of college and is an amazing student. He works harder and is more disciplined than I ever was and we're so proud of him, too!
And, the final four...
Because our school likes to walk on the wild side, we started in the middle of the week instead of Monday because, well, we can.
The 6th grade classrooms that Tee and his cohorts will be occupying aren't quite finished so he actually got an extra three days and will officially start 6th grade on Monday. Even though, technically, he could have slept in Wednesday morning, we're just not that nice. All the kids were up at the crack of dawn rushing to get showered, dressed, breakfasted (not a word), and out the door by 7:15. Yeah, not so much. I was brushing Olivia's hair and doing my makeup on the way. It made driving a little difficult but it's not like I was texting or anything. Geesh.
That was a joke. Trey drove. Now, close out that feisty email you were about to send me.
Here's the crew before opening chapel.
Tee spent the day with a friend so I came home, for the first time in a long, long while, to an empty house. Even though Sadie was in Kindergarten last year, she only went to school two days a week. This year, she'll be gone all five. I'm a little bit of a mess. For eleven years, I've had kids at home. I've been crazy busy with bottles, and diapers, and boogers but I've really felt that season change this week and it's been a little no es bueno.
This picture was from our Christmas card when Tee was about 18 months old. Olivia wasn't even born and so she, Graham, and Sadie were all having a party in my tummy. I'm sorry, that's just what they used to think before I told them how babies were made.
Look at his stinkin' cheeks. And his haircut. Yum.
Anyway, we were driving on the other side of town a few days ago and stumbled upon this same park. We used to play there almost every day between naps. I'd call a friend, pack our lunch, and go.
Now, he's 11 and I made him get out of the car and take a picture in the same spot. Buddy, you're killin' me.
"Do you remember the day we brought Sadie home from the hospital? I can remember what the weather was like."
"Yeah, me too."
"Trey, that was six and a half years ago. We have that long with Tee and he's gone. Gone!" More sobbing. "Did I read enough books to Sadie? Did I color with them on the floor as much as I could? Should I have bought organic chicken?" Full-on, ugly cry.
Frankly, I'm pretty sure Trey was hoping to take advantage of the empty house that I was now sobbing over, but he was selfless and offered to, instead, stay home and talk incessantly to me all day just like Sadie does.
"No, it's ok. It just wouldn't be the same without the lisp."