(Sorry about the blurry pic, but EVERY single one I took was blurry. I'm impaired when it comes to using the digital camera.)
Emma and Anna started school today, 2nd grade and 4th grade, respectively. How old am I? Very. I remember thinking back when they were younger that by the time, they got to be in the upper elementary grades (4th, 5th, 6th) that I wouldn't worry as much and surely, I wouldn't have to walk in with them the first day. Wrong again. I worry every year. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I'm worrying about, but there's still lots of worrying. I guess I just want their first day of each new grade to be a good one. I want them to hit it off with their teachers and have a good time with their friends. I want them to be comfortable right off the bat, which is impossible, I know, but still. They were okay this morning. Anna was nervous, but that's par for the course for her. She seemed better once she talked to her teacher and her friends.
Emma was Emma. She couldn't have cared less if the ground opened up and swallowed me whole right there in front of her. She'd just be like 'oh, too bad' and walk right into her class with her teacher.
But, they made it through the day. I'll try to report on any info I can pull out of them about school. It's like pulling teeth to get them to tell me anything lately.