Oct. 2nd seems like just as good a time as any to let y'all know that YES, we started school. Thanks to homeschooling, we took our sweet time in starting our school schedule. We've been at it for 2 weeks now, and I already want to quit. Soon enough, I will be handing the teacher hat to Mr. Anderson and I'm literally counting down the days. ONE MORE WEEK.
I thought you might like to see what my children look like these days.
First up is my man child. I mean, how do I have a middle schooler already? Surely that means I'm old. This can't be true, just hold me.
He's good at all the things these days, especially talking back. He would still choose to go to the mall and make a Build A Bear though over anything else, so I'm thinking we still have a good kid on our hands. He likes to wake up every.single.morning and compare his height to mine. Always reminding me that he is inches away from being taller than me. Pipe down kid, I still have at least a foot on you.
Up next is my 9 year old, going on 16. Can we say SASS? I love the girl so much, but man. Who taught her to roll her eyes at me? She is especially close to my sixth grade man-child, so I'm sure she's learning all her ways from him. She's the queen of drawing, being creative and lyrical dance moves. I can see her entering every talent show in the near future.
Hello to my model of a child. Third grade Elsa is as tall as sixth grade Caedmon. Her hair adds like 6 inches, but still. Why doesn't this girl have a modeling contract already? Sister knows how to work the camera like nobody else. She is a handy dandy helper, people pleaser and just all around fun human being to be around. She has learned to draw this past year...like, really good. Also? She would like to work at Target when she grows up. Such big dreams, kid.
Oh my Milo. He was not happy about having to take a picture. Who am I kidding, he's never happy about having to do anything that doesn't involve a sport. I ask him to write his spelling words out and he acts like the world is ending. Brother can name every sports team IN THE WORLD though. You're looking at your next sports radio announcer, I'm sure of it. Or, if he follows his dream, he'll never get married and sit and watch sports for the rest of his life, all while eating whatever he wants (his words, not mine). What a way to make your mother proud.
I know as a parent you're not supposed to have favorites, but this kid is mine. I'm not ashamed. I especially like him when he's grumpy because I think it's the funniest thing ever. Like literally, I can't get mad at this kid. It's impossible. He is my big kindergartner, and approximately 7 minutes into school "his hand hurts" and he needs to take a break. Every.Day. I mean, sure Kohen. You do whatever you need to do. (wrapped around his finger!) He's like my cute little gremlin.
Last, but we all know certainly not least, is the star of the show, Miss Olive. She's a big preschooler this year which means ALL OF MY KIDS ARE IN SCHOOL. How is this possible?
She packs her lunch and lays her clothes out every night before school. When it comes to her clothes, she picks them out and the crazier and more colorful, the better. Green plaid with red polka dots? Sure, let's look like a Christmas elf today Olive. She rocks it all.
It's so hard to believe that my kids are all in some sort of school. I can remember the days of 6 kids, 7 and under and thinking that I WAS DROWNING in poopy diapers and PBS kids. Some days, we ate Cheerios for dinner because that was the best I could do. But you know what? We survived! To all the mamas who are in the trenches, keep pushing through. One day, they get to be older and they learn how to wipe their own hineys and make their own lunches. Who knew life could be so glorious? And I have a feeling it's only going to get better. Minus the talking back and sass.
OH, and P.S....we still eat Cheerios for breakfast.