First Week of School

Braden and Emme started school this week. Emmry missed the kindergarten deadline by a few weeks, so though she is already beginning to read and write, she is attending preschool again this year. She was a bit disappointed, but I on the other hand would not have survived a day without her and am therefore quite happy with the situation. Who else would I have to run and tell me that the babies are using the squirt bottle to drink water from the toilet?

Braden is not overly excited about school starting. He is thrilled to be finally meeting other kids, but he'd like it to begin and end in the same week. The one thing he is extremely excited about is band. Fourth graders have the opportunity to join either the band or orchestra. The instructor paraded himself through the classes to help drum up interest. It must have worked because Braden begged to join. His instrument of choice? It wouldn't be the flute or clarinet... something small and easy to carry back and forth from school. No, Braden wants to play the baritone. The baritone is a small tuba that is actually not so very small. In its case it must weigh at least 15 lbs. which kind of spoils my plan of having Braden ride his bike to school.

The babies and I are in another year of the School of Hard Knocks. They must think it entirely unfair because every time we drop Braden off at school they continuously and in unison chant, "Buba, Buba." When we're driving in the car during the day they continue to chant his name thinking that maybe we're going to pick him up. He has become quite the elusive favorite.

Things have begun to quiet down here a bit as we are beginning to settle into a routine. Of coarse, we wouldn't want life to get too mundane, so we've planned a trip to Utah and another to Hawaii within the first two weeks of school. That should help keep life exciting.