Thursday, September 3, 2009

First Day

Growing up, the first day of school meant waking up when it was still dark to get ready to be the first kids on the bus. It meant chatting briefly with mom, still in her robe, and dad, smelling of aftershave and wearing his suit, over a quick breakfast. But most of all, the first day of school meant taking the annual back-to-school picture in front of our kitchen door.

Why the kitchen door? I don't know. Mom chose that spot sometime during our youth, so every picture I can remember has us standing there in front of the door.

In my home I think I have found my own version of the kitchen door: the steps. We have this great staircase that leads to our upper floor where the kids play, wrestle, and slide down. It makes the best place for a back-to-school picture.

I took a picture first of just the two school aged boys:

Then, I worked all three guys-- (Yes, they are all wearing Brewers' shirts. Totally unplanned. I found that humorous.)

The obligatory silly face picture.

Tuesday was the boys' first day of school. Andrew started fourth grade and he has a teacher whom he completely enjoys. Brendan started third grade and also seems to be having a good time in his class. Evan is still in preschool; I finally made the decision to wait and send him to kindergarten next year. He has been ecstatic with going back to preschool, so I feel good about my decision.

This year proved to be another successful traditional back to school. Only at least 13 more!

2 comments:

Tiffany McCallen said...

It's impossible to think that Andrew's in 4th grade! How did that happen? Love the shirts. Must be that mom doucette doesn't make her kids get fancied up on their first day. (Remember that?!) :)

JWilson said...

We always had our picture taken on our pourch for the first day so Monday when Emma started I took her outside for the picture. It's funny how we as parents set those traditions. Glad the boys like the classes they are in.