Wow, this is my 150th post. Shocking too me! I am getting more comfortable understanding how to do things with this little blog of mine. To the point that it is sort of fun vs. a learning experience every time I try to post something. Up till last week I have been creating every post in HTML and did not have the visual editor on. Man it is so much easier with the visual editor. I still have a LOT to learn though!
So anyway, to get back to the post at hand. It was a back to school week this past week. We survived and the kiddos actually made it to school on the bus 2 out of 3 days. Each day they were able to eat breakfast not being too rushed as well. One week down, too, too many more weeks to go.
Wednesday we were able to wake up in time, groggily, to get dressed and me to make a pancake and sausage breakfast for the kiddos. Here they are enjoying a chocolate milk cheer to the new school year.
The reason why we went with a Gap Kids backpack for princess this year is that the boy has been using his for 4 years now, daily, and it still is not showing signs of wear. The princess’ backpacks have been lucky to last 6 months. His shirt was found at Gap Kids as well. Both of the kiddsos ready for school. Do you know how hard it is for kiddos to stand with their hands at their sides and smile?
Here comes the bus! Yippee! The kids actually caught the bus once this year….last year after Christmas break we seemed to need that extra 10 minutes every day and the ended up missing the bus more than not.
Bye kiddos! Hope you have a great day and a great school year…. me, I was off to the gym! (one month of not working out. Boy, was I sore the next day!)
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there, The clay they used was a young child’s mind, and they fashioned it with care One was a teacher, the tools he used were books, music, and art; One was a parent, who worked with a guiding hand, and a gentle, loving heart. Day after day the teacher toiled, with a touch that was deft and sure While the parent labored by her side and polished and smoothed it o’er. And then at last their task was done, They were proud of what they had wrought, for the things they had molded into the child could never be sold or bought. And each agreed they would have failed if he had worked alone, For behind the teacher stood the school and behind the parent, the home. – Author unknown
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