Tuesday, September 6, 2016
first day of school, 2016
It's a lovely tradition we all enjoy. The kids get to decide where they want their picture taken.
One of Lydia's last homeschool photos she chose to perch on some old toilets in front of the garage--when your dad is a plumber, random broken-down toilets appear and go away all the time.
Here Julia is staging falling into a puddle in our deteriorating driveway.
While we were trying to entertain her while we waited for our food, I handed her the drink menu. She slapped it away and screeched.
Tim quipped, "Clearly she's not in her Happy Hour."
I cracked up, but she wasn't that bad. She was actually very, very good.
When I was little, my aunts were teenagers and I adored them. I still do.
This man in the photo below is going to high school next year, and Julia doesn't want to be home alone without him, and has requested to go to school next year too.
We're going to check out some charter schools, see what we can figure out.
Tim, you half-grown teenager man?
Happy First Day of School, 2016.
Love, Mom, aka Grandma