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Last Week in Pictures
I was too busy with logistics last week to get any of these pictures up. So, here we are, Sunday afternoon….time for the run down.

Here goes:

Son #2 on his first day of school. He was so excited.

Son #1 on his first day of school. He wasn’t holding still and so this shot is a little blurry. He wasn’t nervous. He was wondering what he would be having for lunch. Oh, to live in his universe where things that normally stress human beings just don’t count.

Here is #1 with Jon right before leaving. Jon is taking him to school this year (yea, Jon!) since we have 4 in 4 different schools. Just look at these two, if not for the freckles on #1 son’s nose, I would say that I was just the surrogate for Jon’s clone. Those freckle genes fight their way out, though, you know.

Number #3 son on his first day of school. He told his teacher that she made him feel warm inside. The teacher liked this — bless her. So far, he’s off to a great start.

And, finally, we have this little buster. Here is #4 on his first day of school. He was so excited that he couldn’t hold still, either. Now all I need to do is trim his bangs so that he can actually see the teacher, and all will be well.

So, that was the week that we had. First day over. First week over. Miles and miles driven — I feel like I basically spent my week in my van. You know what? I’m glad that we started school before Labor Day. A three day weekend soon after the start of school suits me very well.

Happy Labor Day, everybody.

A 5 a.m. Conversation
me: Honey, why are you up so early. I know that you wake up early but this is super early.
him: I don’t know, Mom. (dramatic sigh, here) I just couldn’t stop thinking about Fred Astaire.

After that, I was awake, because laughing so hard makes it difficult to get back sleep.

A 5 a.m. Conversation
me: Honey, why are you up so early. I know that you wake up early but this is super early.
him: I don’t know, Mom. (dramatic sigh, here) I just couldn’t stop thinking about Fred Astaire.

After that, I was awake, because laughing so hard makes it difficult to get back sleep.

A 5 a.m. Conversation
me: Honey, why are you up so early. I know that you wake up early but this is super early.
him: I don’t know, Mom. (dramatic sigh, here) I just couldn’t stop thinking about Fred Astaire.

After that, I was awake, because laughing so hard makes it difficult to get back sleep.

Just Checking…
to make sure that y’all don’t think that I’m totally off my rocker — with regard to the previous post. I said that neurotypical (normal) kids are easy. Of course, this isn’t true. Parenting any child is a really difficult endeavor. I should have said that neurotypical children are comparatively easy to parent. I wouldn’t want to offend my limited readership by acting like I have the hardest job….I know that I don’t. No offense meant, okay?

And how did the first day go? It went fine. I should have known that it would.

Just Checking…
to make sure that y’all don’t think that I’m totally off my rocker — with regard to the previous post. I said that neurotypical (normal) kids are easy. Of course, this isn’t true. Parenting any child is a really difficult endeavor. I should have said that neurotypical children are comparatively easy to parent. I wouldn’t want to offend my limited readership by acting like I have the hardest job….I know that I don’t. No offense meant, okay?

And how did the first day go? It went fine. I should have known that it would.

Just Checking…
to make sure that y’all don’t think that I’m totally off my rocker — with regard to the previous post. I said that neurotypical (normal) kids are easy. Of course, this isn’t true. Parenting any child is a really difficult endeavor. I should have said that neurotypical children are comparatively easy to parent. I wouldn’t want to offend my limited readership by acting like I have the hardest job….I know that I don’t. No offense meant, okay?

And how did the first day go? It went fine. I should have known that it would.

Deep Breaths
I don’t feel weepy on the first day my children go to school. Never have. I actually think that getting weepy is sweet and it kind of doesn’t make sense since in my normal state I could get misty thinking about lots of things — the first day of school just isn’t one of them.

Maybe it is because I’m so dang nervous — for my boys. There will be lots of deep calming breaths taken by me today. And there is probably no reason for it. They’ll probably do fine.

Neuro-typical is easy y’all. FREAKING EASY, I tell you.

Thankfully I have an incredibly busy day to punch the anxiety down…..grocery store, target run, meet and greet at pre-k, home to pack lunch, lunch monitor at school, home to tidy a bit, off to get 3 sons at 3 different schools, home to fix dinner, off to a class on classical education.

Here’s to a happy first day of school, everybody, and to the weepers and deep breathers among us — this too shall pass.

Deep Breaths
I don’t feel weepy on the first day my children go to school. Never have. I actually think that getting weepy is sweet and it kind of doesn’t make sense since in my normal state I could get misty thinking about lots of things — the first day of school just isn’t one of them.

Maybe it is because I’m so dang nervous — for my boys. There will be lots of deep calming breaths taken by me today. And there is probably no reason for it. They’ll probably do fine.

Neuro-typical is easy y’all. FREAKING EASY, I tell you.

Thankfully I have an incredibly busy day to punch the anxiety down…..grocery store, target run, meet and greet at pre-k, home to pack lunch, lunch monitor at school, home to tidy a bit, off to get 3 sons at 3 different schools, home to fix dinner, off to a class on classical education.

Here’s to a happy first day of school, everybody, and to the weepers and deep breathers among us — this too shall pass.

Deep Breaths
I don’t feel weepy on the first day my children go to school. Never have. I actually think that getting weepy is sweet and it kind of doesn’t make sense since in my normal state I could get misty thinking about lots of things — the first day of school just isn’t one of them.

Maybe it is because I’m so dang nervous — for my boys. There will be lots of deep calming breaths taken by me today. And there is probably no reason for it. They’ll probably do fine.

Neuro-typical is easy y’all. FREAKING EASY, I tell you.

Thankfully I have an incredibly busy day to punch the anxiety down…..grocery store, target run, meet and greet at pre-k, home to pack lunch, lunch monitor at school, home to tidy a bit, off to get 3 sons at 3 different schools, home to fix dinner, off to a class on classical education.

Here’s to a happy first day of school, everybody, and to the weepers and deep breathers among us — this too shall pass.