I am kind of starting to understand what people mean when they say that time flies when it comes to your kids. I remember, what seems like yesterday, we were living in Phoenix, over 1,000 miles away from home, scared to death, not knowing what was going to happen. Now we are dropping the little nuggets off for pre-school!
The first of our feeble attempts.
Attempt #2. (Pius what the hell are you doing?)
Us walking in, Danna running to catch up.
The boys getting name tags, and Danna looking for a doggy.
Last night was pretty hard for me as I sat out their clothes to wear, and got their “emergency clothes” ready for them to take. I just sat down and thought, “Where did the last four years go?” I know on my Facebook page and in talking to people sometimes, I seem completely exhausted from the kids’ antics, but they really are a lot of fun.
Pius, my little instigator.
Forrest, my little sweetheart.
Danna, my little Diva.
Laine, my little practical joker.
I’m so proud of how far they’ve come in such little time. I can’t wait to pick them up, find out how their day went and hear if they’re going to be allowed back:)