I couldn't resist posting these pictures of Jacob taken almost five years apart in the exact same spot in the exact same pool. I vividly remember the day we first took him to the neighborhood pool oh, so long ago. I remember seeing all those big kids and it never dawned on me that my little baby would be one of them so soon.
You will have to click on the pictures to see them better.
I think we have everything ready for the big day. Acceptable clothes? check. Cars back pack? check. School supplies? Nope, don't have any of those but they inform me that I don't have to purchase a thing that it was all covered in a fee I paid back in May. Please, oh please don't be screwing with me. How horrible it would be to show up on the first day without supplies! At this point, it's hopeless in getting supplies. I tried to get down that aisle yesterday and, seriously, they needed a bouncer there. Grown women fighting over pink, feathery pencils and glittery file folders. It was a mob scene. I snickered as I passed it all up but then today I am having a little mini panic attack. I am sending my kid off to school with nothing but an empty back pack and a smile. That doesn't seem right. I remember having to buy at least four of my students school supplies every year. When you are making less than 900 bucks a paycheck and have rent, utilities, and oh, food, to pay it really packs a wollop into the old bank account. I didn't mind doing it for the kids who really needed it, but it burned me up to buy it for kids whose parents were driving beamers. I swore I would just sit back and let my kid's teachers buy their supplies too because if those people could get away with it, so could I, dang it! But, I will never be able to do that because I really want to buy school supplies for my kid! I remember how much fun it was to buy new things each year and look at that list and wonder what you were going to do with each and every thing. I love the smell of a new box of crayons and freshly sharpened pencils. I remember the year we had to buy a protractor and a compass; oh we were practically high schoolers we were so grown up then! How much fun it was to empty it all into your brand new desk in anticipation of a brand new year. I know my kid doesn't know the difference right now, he doesn't even know what the school supply aisle is for, but I kind of feel like he is missing out on a secret little ritual for all big kids. I know, I am weird like that. Of course, next year we have to buy school supplies and when I am bitching about the lines and rude people and lack of fancy notebooks, push me back to this post, so I can see what I fool I was this year.
So, we are heading to the lake tomorrow. It will be hotter than Hades there, but quiet and peaceful and I need that right now. I don't know if I will be able to log on there, it is out in the boonies, so I will catch you when we return next Monday. Have a good weekend!
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.