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First day of school!

Last night we had this (paraphrased) conversation:

Erin: "Jeez, I can't believe Owen is starting school tomorrow. I keep thinking about what I need to take care of for tomorrow morning, but it's hitting me that this will be every morning!"

John: "I know, every day from here on out. Crazy."

Erin: "It's weird. I didn't think he'd make it this far!"

John: (laughing) "What do you mean by that?"

Erin: "Well, when you have a baby, you think of them as your baby. But he's a boy now."

John: "Oh, I thought you meant you didn't think he'd survive to 5."

Well, we sent our boy off to kindergarten this morning for the first time.

Fortunately, thanks to summer school and his time at the Caltech Children's Center, he was more than ready. After dropping him off, Erin texted: "Awesome dropoff. As we walked up to school he says, 'I'm so excited!' No tears whatsoever."

Here he is in his uniform before donning his Spiderman backpack.


Mar also had his first day, but he won't fly solo at preschool until Thursday. Mommy will be with him all day today:


Erin will provide further updates soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…
They are so handsome! And have fun with kindergarten... I know we are so far! :)
Anonymous said…
That's fantastic that Owen is so excited!! Hopefully Marcus will be just as enthusiastic.

What will you do with all that free time??
Bonzer said…
Soooooooo cute and such big boys!!!!

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