Someone in this house is REALLY happy that it’s the first day of school.
Nope, not her.
Yep, I think it’s this weirdo.
I had a hard time trying to conceal my excitement when I came home to an empty house after the gym. Sure I love that kid of mine, but well, I just heart school. Besides, as I so eloquently tell Caroline, you have to go to school because you don’t want to be stupid. Perhaps I should work on my choice of words, but she knows what I mean.
Actually, she was pretty excited.
Who wouldn’t be? The first day of school is so much fun.
Despite an unfortunate failure to use conditioner last night, resulting in some seriously fluffy hair, Caroline was up and ready for school quite early. We didn’t have to bark at her once to eat her breakfast in a timely manner, but I’m sure that’s just due to the excitement of the day. Tomorrow, we will, without a doubt, holler at her no less than twelve times to eat. And chew. And then we’ll threaten to turn the tv off eleven times.
As usual, I had a heck of a time taking her picture this morning. She’s less than enthusiastic and it’s rainy and the house was DARK. I did my best and even ran into the coffee table, banging up my ankle pretty good, to get a few obligatory shots in.
Sniff, she’s getting so big.
Eh, I’ll get over that. Right now, it’s party time….and we all know how much I love a good party.
Huh, I somehow managed to turn a post about CAROLINE’S first day of school into a post all about ME.