It was also Kembe's first day at Montessori, and let me tell you, we made quite an impression. I'm going to have to wait to write about it later, because I need a bit more time for the telling of that story. Hint: it involved poop. And me being mortified. And then Mark and I laughing until we cried the whole way to take Jafta to school.
Last year, I took lots of sappy photos of Jafta's first day, but this year he was all business.
Fake smiling after ordering India to get out of his photo:
Okay, mom. Stop taking pictures of me. You're embarrassing.
Jafta is feeling a little nervous about this school year. Last year, he was in class with his best friend Ryder. This was such a nice security blanket for him (and me). He always had a friend to sit with at lunch, a buddy to play with at recess . . . a friend who understood and appreciated Jafta's hands-on approach to friendship and life in general. Sadly, Ryder's family moved about 15 minute away and decided to homeschool, so he's flying solo this year. I know he'll make new friends, but he's really anxious . . . and I'm pretty anxious, too. I pick him up in a few minutes, and I'm really hoping he had a good day.