Oh my God, these two.
Third grade and kindergarten, respectively.
Two down, one preschooler to go.
"That's enough pictures," he informed me after I attempted to get a solo first day shot.
He's been waiting for today his entire life. Kindergarten! Noah's school! New friends! New playgrounds! The school bus! WHY ARE WE STILL STANDING HERE?
They walked hand-in-hand to the bus stop, like mighty giants.
Noah had been feeling pretty anxious about going back to school, until we visited his classroom on Friday during an Open House. The class list revealed a few of his best friends from previous years of school, the class library is stocked with Harry Potter and Bunnicula, and his new teacher is lovely and warm and sweet.
Suddenly this morning couldn't come soon enough.
Ezra probably hugged me two dozen times this morning out of sheer, body-shaking, omg-level excitement, but the minute the bus appeared around the corner he was off like a shark backpack attached to a laser beam.
Ike doesn't start school until next week. He walked back home with us, acutely feeling the sting of being the baby brother.
Cheer up, Ikey. It'll be your turn before you know it. Before I know it.