First Day of School

Well, I have learned that people here in GA are crazy.  Straight up nuts.  

They start school, not just the first part of August, but the first DAY of August.  That's right.  One day it's July, and the next, oh, yeah, it's school.  

Additionally, the bus gets to our bus stop at 7:04 each morning.  What, do these Georgia residents just not need sleep?  Crazy, I tell ya!

There was a mad rush to get the kids registered for school, and actually I'm still trying to get some of their medical forms transferred from being on AZ forms to being on GA forms (which of course, only a doctor can do - rolling my eyes), but we did it!

My darling little Dallin started Kindergarten this year.  I have had so much fun the last few years with him home with me, I really had a hard time letting him go on the bus and off to school.  But I knew he was ready, so off he went.  *Tear*

Bryson went into 3rd grade this year.  He's just such a sweet heart!  I'm excited for him to get to experience learning and making friends at school. I know he'll do fantastic!

Cory started 4th grade this year.  Wowza!  He's now past my shoulders and up to my neck.  Heaven only knows how tall he'll be by the end of the school year.  I have been impressed with his teacher's patience and knowledge and desire to help Cory with his difficulties.  She's been extremely proactive, and Cory comes home happy, rather than his typical I-just-got-home-from-school-and-if-I-don't-get-a-nap-immediately-I-will-loose-it.  I am sure there are a lot of factors going into this marked change, but I am sure having a super teacher is one of them!  Yay!

Dallin getting on the bus.  Mama loosing it in the background.  

And then there was one.

At first I didn't know what to do with myself.  So I decided to clean the house.  

And you know what?  It stayed clean behind me.  Weird.  Apparently the three older boys really DO follow me around making messes right behind me.  I had always suspected, but now I have proof!

And then I went shopping.  And I was able to look at the things on the shelves rather than madly grabbing at anything in the basic shape or color of what I am looking for.  

I'm not going to lie.  It was nice.  And it's been nice ever since.

Poor Logan gets bored from time to time.  Well, most of the time.  He is so used to having the hurricane of boys blowing in the background.  

But he's learning to play by himself.  And I've had lots of time to play with him one on one, which I think we have both thoroughly enjoyed.  :)  Yay for being a mommy!!!