The Bomb

First day of school went without a hitch for B. Can't say the same for me. I think I must have balled for about fifteen minutes after I dropped him off. But you know what, I was fine after that. Whowouldathought?

Our annual first day picture.

After dropping B off, I came home so K could finish his breakfast and got ready to go to the gym. I was trying to make an 8:30 class. I pulled into the gym parking lot at 8:28, opened the car for K, then noticed that he had no shoes on. I asked him where his shoes were. His reply, "I left them at home."

#$%$@*&!!!!!!

I did go home and get the shoes and was still able to do about three-quarters of my planned workout.

When I picked B up from school, he was so happy. He loves his new school and loves his new teacher. "Mom, my teacher, she is the greatest. Mom really, she is the best! And mom, my school, it's just so so so. Mom, it's the bomb!"

I can't complain about that.

I also have a FO over in the sidebar. They are my grandmother's Christmas gift.