Old Hat But Not Really
August 26, 2013
We're back, Jack. Apologies to everyone who is not named Jack. Which for some reason I suspect is...all of you.
ANYWAY, I will be posting beach photos/stories/hilarity in a bit, but first. It's the first...
...day of second grade.
So if you've been reading this blog since Noah was born (or possibly even before), join me. Taste it. Taste the pain. LET'S MARINATE IN OUR COLLECTIVE OLDNESS.
I've already written a few times about how optimistic we are for this year of school, what surprised me most this morning was that Noah seems to share that optimism. He's excited but not nervous-excited. Ready to see old friends, meet news ones and roll with the changes in teacher/room/schedule/whatever. Second grade. Bring it.
We had a loop-free sendoff, basically.
He didn't even look back or wave from the bus window. I lingered behind to reassure this year's batch of weepy kindergarten parents that the school really does a good job of hardly losing anyone's children ever and that the first week of kindergarten tires the kids out so much that you can send them to bed at 7 p.m. and enjoy your sunrise/sunset wine in peace.
*awkward arm punch*
Here's hoping Noah makes a better first impression than me. But I'm pretty sure he's got this.