Max's First Day of Kindergarten

I've been dreading this day for weeks, not because I thought Max couldn't handle it (he may be the most even-tempered and matter-of-fact child in the world), but because I wasn't sure how I would feel. Max is my baby, after all, my first born. I've spent more time with him over the past five years than anyone else, that's for sure! Kindergarten seems like such a big milestone, the "first day of the rest of his life". Would I cry? Would it be hard to let him go? I was not looking forward to it

As it turns out, however, it was a very pleasant morning. I walked over to Edison School with a huge neighborhood contingent. Max and his buddies were excited to be together and even Henry got in on the excitement by filling a backpack full of maracas and wearing it to school and back (believe me -- everyone heard us coming!). Once we arrived at school, things were crazy and chaotic, and before I knew it, Max was whisked away by the competent and extremely friendly Ms. Corpuz. After that, with Henry whining about needing a snack and a bathroom, I didn't have time to get sentimental.

Henry and I picked Max up a few hours later and he was calm and cheerful. I didn't get too many details about the day (he ate his snack in the shade, didn't get to play very long, colored something, wrote his name and received doughnut from his teacher).

And so it goes. My little guy is a not-so-little elementary school student and I'm still standing, at least until Henry starts preschool in a couple weeks.

Ready for School

Lookin' Cool

Henry had to get in on the "backpack action" as well

The neighborhood crew

Mick had a hard time this morning, but rallied once class started

Lining up for class

In the classroom Max is front and center!