So today was the day.
My Boy sprang from his bed with his usual happy morning glee x100. He dressed quickly and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaited for his sisters to get ready and get their hair done (silly girls!). He decided to eat a PBJ for breakfast since our school is peanut-free and he wouldn't get his PBJ for lunch (that Boy LOVES his peanut butter). In no time at all it was time to go out to get first day of school photos and wait for the bus.
That's when we hit the first hiccup. Every year I take two photos of each kid (one close up and one full body shot) beside this big tree we have on our front lawn. I've done it since the very first day of Kindergarten with Princess. (You can see the girls photos from this year if you scroll down to Tuesday's post.) The theory is that I can get a good idea of their growth as well as their school outfit by taking it in the same spot each year (yes, I know the tree grows too, but hopefully slower than the kids). When I asked my Boy to come over by the tree for his photo he freaked out.
No way, Mama! I'm NOT going on the grass! I will get my new shoes wet!
Plan B: stand in front of the front door. At least there he was willing to jump for joy for me:
Then it was time to wait for the bus. While waiting a few butterflies did come to flitter about his tummy...
...but with three girls around no boy can stay gloomy for long. Especially difficult to stay worried if your mom requests a photo of your little pouty face. See what happens when I ask for that?
(Poor Boy has his mother's smile: all gums.)
All too soon the bus was here and then all my little chicks were gone.
I'm proud to say I did NOT cry, though I can't promise not to all day. I'll post again later to tell you how I'm filling the hours...
In the meantime, here's one last shot of my handsome grown up Boy: