is the first day of school. Peanut is going into sixth grade. CRAZY.
I got up extra early [ok, I meant to get up extra early]. But I did manage to crack this out before Peanut walked in:
[those 4's just make me so freaking happy!]
Then, I hurried and finished it up with the end result of this.
And some seriously [awesomely] tired legs. Ya, step-up runs . . . [my legs are coming around to the thought of loving them]
Then it was photo time.
First day of school photo time. Peanut hates this ritual. Can't really blame her.
but. it. is. mandatory.
However, I went to grab my camera and she hit me with . . .
Peanut: Mom, it's all about the shoes. Just get the shoes.
Me: [thinking . . .what in the snot rag have I created?]
Me: ya, ya but we need a full size "it's all about your happy face photo too"
Peanut: well, my shirt is pretty cool.
Then the craziest thing happened . . .
Peanut: you dropping me off or do you have time to walk me in?
Me: [holy. freaking. crap. Did I just get invited to walk her in?] you bet cha I have time.
Peanut: just promise me you won't be like *Jane's* Mom who [as she leaves says], I love you Baby. And gets all wiggy and lovey when she leaves.
Me: deal. no lovey. just a big smooch.
Peanut: mom.
Me: ya ya got it no touching
Best. Morning. Ever.
I said goodbye - she looked at me horrified. Like oh man, how it she going to say "goodbye"? hug? kiss?
I ran my hand over her back.
Ya, apparently, that was not what she wanted.
Told her I could do the running man all the way back to my car.
nope. denied.
So I just stood there looking at her. [feeling super proud, by the way].
Flashed her a "rock on" sign with BOTH hands.
Her face lit up with a huge smile.
And I heard a little mumblish-whisper of an "Iloveyoumum"
As I drove away, I saw "that Mom". You know the one. Straightening her child's hair, making her sit on the front steps of the school - looking all Pollyanna. The little girl's face was beet. [embarrassed].
It could be a lot worse my dear Peanut.
Happy Thursday!
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Do you still "get invited" to take you kiddo to school?
Did you let YOUR parents walk you in? Until what grade?
