My boys were quite reserved, so although I was pretty stoked about kicking off our fall, they were a little nervous about the changes. I felt like we had all had a strange switch of roles; me excited for the new year, and them, dragging their feet, nervous about what may be in their new classes.
Thankfully we all exhaled and made it through the first few minutes of drop off. No tears were shed, unless you count those of the youngest brother, who much prefers being held over being carted around NWA in a car seat. Oh the plight of being the youngest of the family.
I let them both pick out their outfits today. Some battles are just not meant to be fought, outfits being one of them.
Look how much they've changed from last year:
For some reason I really like taking a picture of them from the back. Love their little backpacks.
Here's to another fun year with these two class clowns. Can't wait to see how much they learn and grow this year!