Elliott starts school tomorrow, July 26th. He will be a first grader, in the dual language, Spanish Immersion program at his elementary school. Today, he and I went to meet with his teachers and he starts his day, every day, with Spanish.
I am so excited and so nervous for him. We both walked away from our teaching meeting with lots of questions and a little confused. And, we forgot to look where the bathrooms are. When you go to school all day, you need to know where the bathroom is.
First grade, can you believe it? I remember the day this boy was born, the day I had to leave him at the hospital and the day I got to bring him home. And now, he's six and a half and starting first grade. I told him that I might cry tomorrow. He looked at me like I'm the biggest idiot he knows.
Since our "summer" was only three weeks long, we have tried to cram in a lot of stuff and this week has been no exception.
We went for a walk around the lake and got mysterious bug bites all over our heads and arms and saw fish.
Elliott lost his fifth tooth and I made little tooth fairy monsters for the boys with my new sewing machine to celebrate.
We went with cousins to check out the floats for the Pioneer Day Parade, stand in long lines for balloon guns and then proceeded to pop our balloon guns. Oh, and Wyatt won a pack of gum in a ring toss game.
Side note: I do not EVER want to build a float.
The babies were not impressed with the floats!
Batting practice and bat eating practice with dad the night before he had to go to scout camp.
Pick nicking, nose picking, and so much swimming we sprouted gills for the 24th of July celebration.
Wrapping up the last days of summer in one of our favorite places, on the floor at grandma's house watching dumb cartoons with Uncle Willie. And, learning how to plank.