the big 1

1st grade, that is. It's going to be a little easier for me this year. I'm more filled with anticipation than anxiety. {p} knows the routine of school, I know the routine of school and the chaos that seems to happen as soon as we walk in the door in the afternoon. Good chaos, when {s} gets to see his big brother after missing him for several hours, when {p} digs around for a snack and I dig around through the backpack and folder and we all hunt for a pencil that has both a point and an eraser.

We'll miss friends from last year (hang in there, {p} and Abby!), but look forward to making some new ones. We will miss the teachers from last year (I almost cried when we stopped by to visit them today), but I'm excited to get to know and work with his new teacher. We have a lot to miss from the wonderful year of Kindergarten, but I think we're going to have a lot to look forward to as well.

For today, we'll get the lunchbox packed, get the backpack ready, and fill the water bottle that {p} will get to keep on his desk. We'll fill the "get to know me" bag with pictures and some favorite things.

As for tonight, we'll pray for a great first day, a great year, a great teacher, and great friends.

And a little "please don't let him (or me) cry" thrown in for good measure.

they may kick me out!

I promise I'm a southern girl. I play putt putt (not mini golf) and I drink Coke even when it is a Dr. Pepper. I've lived in the same state my whole entire life. So what's up with this?

You Are 50% Yankee, 50% Dixie

You're a pretty even split of Yankee and Dixie. You've probably traveled around a lot in your life.

Are You a Yankee or Dixie?

Thanks, E!

Jimmy Buffett

Margaritaville. He blew out a flip flop.
Stone Mountain. So did I.
Definitely not the best part of the night!

The boys enjoyed the Laser Show, although I have no pictures to prove that. We were so crowded in that I couldn't get a picture. I had visions of really cute pictures of them sprawled out on a blanket on the lawn, waiting for fireworks. No room, no blanket, no lawn. Just squished on a walkway behind some people and in front of some people. Even so, it was their first experience at the "big rock." There will have to be more, and we'll have to get there earlier and I will NOT wear flip flops!

happy 4th!

We spent the 4th with good friends, having good times.

A hometown parade...

with lots of candy...

lots of cute boys posing for pictures...

and fireworks to finish off the day...

he's six!

{p}'s sixth birthday was on Sunday. It is so hard for me to believe that six years have passed since I became a mother. {p} joined the world to choruses of the OR staff yelling out estimates of his size... 10 lbs. 2 oz. He's always said, thought and done things that surprise us - things way beyond his years. Sometimes I can't believe that he's six already, and other times it seems like he is a whole lot older.


He had a great campout party with some wonderful, special friends. Happy Birthday, my little sweet {p}!