Wednesday, August 22, 2012

8 to 5

My sweet cherubs!
We're 8 to 5 around here.
I'm not talking a work day.
I'm talking my cherubs!

For the first time, my cherubs' uniforms are
the same . . .navy and khaki! 


I've got one in grade 8 and one in grade 5.
That makes me official!
OFFICIALLY, I no longer have a cherub in elementary school!
We're on the brink of a full-fledged potential of hormonal outbreak!
My cherubs!
My sweet babies!
Growing up!
It's sweet.
As in bitter sweet!

The Mr. reminded me this weekend that our oldest cherub will be "gone" in 5 years.
When we say "gone" we really mean no longer residing at our house but fully consuming every ounce of finance we'll throw his way.
Many of you have already paved that road for us.
But in our small-world minds; in our own self-absorbed parent-moments; our cherubs are growing up fast!

Today was the first day of school.
This is my cherub with 3 sweet friends in her homeroom class.
Aren't they precious!
I'd show you a picture of the boy cherub.
But I don't have one.
The Mr. kicked him out of the car at the curb.
The carpool line was, and I paraphrase the Mr.,
"a living carpool mess and I wasn't waiting in that line!"
Umm . .. maybe the Mr. isn't as sentimental about the first day of school as I am.

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