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First Day

I don't know when it happened or how. If someone could tell me when this sweet little Angel Baby~


got big enough to go to Kindergarten?! I mean. I blinked and away she went. She was so excited.
We spent a week picking out what she would wear and that morning she put on her stand by OSU t-shirt and cut off leggings. She loves that look. I do not. Whatever. And the backpack. Can we just talk about how big that backpack looks. My baby girl should not be old enough for this stuff. I picked her up that afternoon and she was a bubbling ball of energy. Anything I asked her about school was "Awesome." Her teacher was awesome. Her friends were awesome. Her lunch was awesome. You get the idea. It's all awesome.
And, not to be left out, the Dudes had a first day this week as well. They started Mother's Day Out two days a week. They were so excited to wear their little backpacks they threw a fit when I had to take them off. We arrived at their classroom and they ran in and didn't even tell me bye. Their teachers said they had a great day and were "very sweet boys." Whew! I'm glad they didn't beat anyone up on their first day.

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