First Day of School

My babies are all grown up....how did that happen??

I am not responsible for Fletcher's choice of shoes. 

Bunch of punks...and I love them like crazy.

After they indulged my group picture-taking, they were off. Of course, I ran behind them to capture more first day goodness. I tried to do that to Mike when he was in medical school, but he outran me.

Looking for the door with the big K.

First grade, baby!

Everett's teacher, Mrs. McNabb, has taught Kindergarten at Christ Lutheran for almost 40 years. She's a legend in Little Rock. You meet any random adult in town who attended CLS, and one of the first things they tell you is: "I had Mrs. McNabb for Kindergarten."

I pray that I won't be saying, "Yeah, my youngest is the one who drove her into retirement."

He is pretty cute.

I couldn't spend much time crying over my baby starting Kindergarten, because next door, Thomas was starting first grade. My Middle Man, the one who just five months ago knew no English, jumped in with both feet. Kid was ready to start school.

It was hard for me to leave him. Thankfully, he is in the hands of Mrs. Parscale - also a CLS rock star. I'm pretty sure a kinder, more patient human being has never walked the face of the Earth.

Get used to it, Buddy. I'll be doing this for the next 11 years.

Grabbing first grade by the tail

And finally, I made it over to the middle school building. I have no idea how this child thinks he belongs in sixth grade, because I'm sure I took him to pre-school just last year. My heart is now breaking.

Mrs. Osborn and my baby. Who's in sixth grade.

I went home and cried. Then I placed a bet with my friends Jill and Becky on whose son would be the first one Mrs. McNabb sent to the principal's office.

Heroes Everywhere

It's August 8th, and I realize this is my first blog post of the month. And that I only posted 4 times in July. And that I promised in June to post more often.

Please, stop with the guilt. I can't handle it. I'm an only child. It's always MY fault.

OK....let's get on with the update....because this may be all I can come up with until 2013.

We've enjoyed big summertime fun around these parts. Fletcher's buddy Max stayed with us for a week. We discovered the fun of four.

No littles were hurt in this game of chicken.

 We enjoyed Happy Hour, Sonic-style.

So hot outside, even Mr. "I don't eat anything frozen" pounded a milkshake. 

It may be summer, but the Hall Academy for Classical Studies is still in session. So we took a field trip to the Museum of Discovery. Today's lesson: three pulleys are better than one.

Guns a-blazin'

Hold very still and the nails will not rip through your flesh.

The newscast on channel K-PUNK.

When we heard a local library was hosting a carnival called Lehmanpalooza, we knew we had to go. It did not disappoint.

Capt. Hall

The other Capt. Hall

Inflatables are fun no matter where you're from.

An unscripted moment of brotherly affection

On the "parachuting" inflatable

Wheeeee!!!

Fletcher won this door prize.
He's trying to convince his little brothers  to "earn" it through forced labor.

 We wrapped up Max's visit with a night at the AR Travs game.

Tuesday was National Night Out at our neighborhood pool. Thomas got a huge kick out of the firemen and their truck.

The police were also there. Thomas was very curious about the siren and spotlight. Somethings transcend culture when it comes to little boys.

And our favorite hero of all....Spiderman!!