Ah – summer is over. And I’m happy about it. This was an ODD summer. It started out strong, with the trip Hermit Island. But then Lucky died, and Sam stopped sleeping for a month. We got Lizzie, and our world revolved around potty training the dog.
So it wasn’t a BAD summer. Not exactly. We lost Lucky, which was horrible, but we got Lizzie, and she’s adorable and cute and puppilicious all the livelong day.
Jessica Mary danced off to high school like she had done a zillion times before. Except that we couldn’t figure out where we were supposed drop her off, so we followed the bus and ended up driving right back out of the school parking lot. But the second time around went better and she got out of the car.
Julianna was delighted about going back to school, but got clingy at the drop off. Not Sam-level of clingy, but sad and a little weepy. She missed Lizzie, and was pretty sure that she needed to go home and take care of her. She’s in second grade, and I know for a fact that Jessie seemed so much older when she was in second grade. Julie still seems little to me. I know that it’s my issue – she’s not technically any younger than Jessie was when she entered 2nd grade (well, three months, but still). But Julie is my baby, and I think I’m going to always think of her as younger than she is. She looked so beautiful, in her little dress and braids.
Sam and I are embarking on our second year of homeschooling and I think we’re both pretty excited about it. Last year, the first day of school for the girls was hard for me, it felt like Sam was missing out on everything. I hated seeing the kids he used to go to school with traipse past me on their way to fourth grade. But today, it felt different. The longer I’m homeschooling him, the more I think this is so exactly what we should have been doing all along with him, and the more ridiculous it seems to have him go to public school.