Day One was a success! Except Nate was all, "Am I going back tomorrow?" And I was like, "Yes, until you're 18." Best not to tell him that just yet.
We have a little tradition of going out for cupcakes after the first day of school. Since it was super hot yesterday--like you know when you open the oven and a wave of heat blows in your face? Like that.--I didn't bake them myself. We went to the bakery and enjoyed the air conditioning.
That badge he's wearing should say "World's Cutest Kindergartener." Those eyes! Those curls! I mean, c'mon. (Nate would like me to add that he is eating a pink cupcake under duress.)
And not to be forgotten, here's our big Year 2 girl, all ready for swimming lessons.
Ava loves being the seasoned, experienced one. She's been giving Nate all kinds of advice and asking what he did his first day. Yesterday, I mentioned to her that maybe she could look for Nate during morning tea and say hi to him. "Yeah, maybe," she said. "But I'll have to tell my friends what I'm doing." These friends that have all been to our house, seen Nate every schoolday for the past two years, those friends? "I'm sure they know you have a little brother," I told her. Oh well--we'll get there.
Nate seemed pretty chilled about the whole thing. He was happy to get up and get dressed. This morning, as his class marched off, leaving the parents behind, Nate was bringing up the rear. "Bye, buddy! Have a great day!" I called out. He darted back and gave me a big hug, and then trotted off.
That was pure gold. Someone's getting a pony.