A New Season

The weather cooled down for a few days, just as a teaser, and it warmed right back up.

And so it seemed almost without warning that summer was over and school began.

And this year my oldest baby started first grade.

One thing I love about Ammon is his energy.

I was shy and timid and scared.

Not Ammon; he was excited and jubilant.

We planned to get to the bus about ten minutes early.

There, I would take plenty of "first day" pictures while we waited.

I snapped these couple on Ammon's way out the door, but was called back by Peter who was lagging behind.

Of course this cute little guy wanted to do everything Big Brother was doing!

Ammon got ahead of me and when I got to the bus stop, he was in my neighbors van.

The bus had come SUPER early and a couple of us had missed it.

So we drove over to the school together.

When we got to the school, Ammon and his friend jumped out of the van and were off.

I tried to yell for him to wait for me, but to no avail.

I spent the next several minutes scouring the school for any sign of Ammon.

I checked the cafeteria and the playground.

I turned around to heard towards his classroom when I saw he and his friend duck into the library.

Apparently his friend LOVES the library and tends to end up there everytime he disappears.

(Good to know.)

I caught up with them and we headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He enjoyed his first meal at school.

It was a fun experience.

Peter was jealous.

He screamed and screamed and screamed the whole time.

He wanted what Ammon had.

The school bell rang and it was time for class.

I intended to walk with Ammon to his room, but he ran ahead.

By the time I caught up with him, Ammon was already in his classroom.

Peter and I headed home.

He was still pretty distraught about not getting to do the things Ammon did.

On our way out, he determined that he wanted a trip to McDonalds.

And on the third day of my school, I already felt the conflict of my own schedule.

 Mom vs Student.

I only had an hour before my own class started.

That wasn't enough time to give my precious three year old the time he deserved.

And that is when Daddy came to save the day.

Andy rushed home from work and spent the afternoon with Peter.

Including, of course, a trip to McDonalds.

I got some much needed organizing done with my schedule.

And Ammon was gone at first grade.

All day.

It was long (for me).

When it was time for school to end, I worried Ammon wouldn't find the right bus.

So I sent my secret spy: Daddy.

He hung out at the school long enough to watch Ammon bounce out with his friends

And climb onto the correct bus with no problem at all.

Then he came home and the three of us waited to hear all about it:

Ammon's first day of first grade.

He loved it!