First day of the rest of your life...

It has been a bittersweet past few days. Shep and Georgie started school Monday, full days, five days a week. They were gung-ho(ish) at the start, and still are most mornings. I think however Shep is starting to clue into the fact that this is a long term gig. I tend to get the "what the hell"?! look when I arrive at 3:05. I just hand him a snack and give him the "I know dude, I know" hug / back pat.
A large part of me does not want them to go. They seem so little, even though they are almost four and I am assured daily, by each, that they are "big enough" (to do whatever dangerous activity I am trying to discourage). 
I do know however that they need to be with their peers. We have been a gang of three for the better part of three and a half years. For better or worse they are my smaller, funnier co-pilots. I have thought of home schooling, but I believe I have already taught them the most important things I know to be true...
Be kind or go home. Shake your butt whenever the opportunity arrises. Being cute is lucky, being funny is gold. Rock star high kicks are an impressive way to emphasize a point and never leave a high five hanging. Perhaps it's time to pass the torch. 


Some shots of their first day home from the hospital, and their first day of school. Hard to believe we have come this far. 

Then...

Passed out the night before the big day...

The obligatory night before layouts of the "first day" outfits...

The day begins...

The big day arrived and was off to a slow start (neither kid looking very stoked), but by the time they lined up to start the short march inside they were both all smiles. I left full of happy and sad mixed with a lot of proud. I got them this far, it is time for Mama to have long overdue and much deserved nap. Xo