1st Day of 1st Grade Last Day of First Grade
During 9 months of learning, Jack grew a shoe size and apparently shoulders....wow! He also dressed before brushing his teeth, hence the water mark on the second picture.
The beginning of the year is difficult as they start out on a new venture with new challenges, and a new teacher. The end of the year is bittersweet. I look forward to some lazier days and not rushing to and from school. I look forward to having everyone home and spending time together....but it's also sad... This has been an amazing year for Jack. The combination class of 1st and 2nd grade proved to be beneficial for him. His teacher was absolutely hands down the BEST teacher I've come into contact with! No exaggerating.
He NEVER wanted to miss school and didn't miss a day this year. He loved it so much that he was a little sad too that this year had to end. He was so excited about learning! Part of it was his personality...he's very curious and loves to discover and figure things out. Part of it was the challenge of the class. Part of it was the passion his teacher had that couldn't help but rub off on him. What a blessing this year has been.
So, on Thatcher's last day of preschool, he picked lunch that day at Burger King. On Jack's last day of school he picked Red Lobster because he LOVES the popcorn shrimp. We moved it to dinner instead of lunch, so Chris could join us. We had a great time and Margaret discovered her new love for Red Lobster's Cheddar Bay Biscuits!!
We're excited about summer. We are going to Chicago next weekend for a family trip to Legoland and a few other hot spots. Both birthdays are in July, then we're headed to Gulf Shores in August for our most fun beach vacation with my whole family!
Then September will roll around and Jack will begin 2nd grade in possibly another combination class, and Thatcher will enter "big" school with his brother in Kindergarten. So, the roller coaster of feelings will return and I'll be sad for the little boys that are growing up. It happens too quickly.
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