Well, this is a bit awkward, but I might as well start somewhere…
The kids had three separate first days of school (which meant pancakes on three separate weekdays and therefore not nearly enough sleep).
Owen started kindergarten, which is still going remarkably well, thankfully. He was so happy to have his sweet preschool friend Reese in his class. (“We’re going to be married,” he said. “How do you know?” I asked. “Because she says so.”)
Our long suffering middle child had her fourth grade photos interrupted by a photobomber. This will go down in our permanent records.
Ava Kate ever so cooly headed off to seventh grade. She still lives at home, though we really only see her at dinner (and at the 7:20 am carpool departure).
If there’s a benefit to reporting this event several weeks late, it’s that I can tell you everyone is doing well!