Drop off at school went smoothly, wrote a couple of checks to the kids' teachers for pre-purchased school supplies (while I'm sure that was hard on the teachers to lay out money ahead of time and then rely on getting reimbursed, I LOVED it!). We hadn't met either of the teachers the kids have this year yet, but all seems to be well after the first day. Linzy and I met the kids at the bus stop so that she'd know where to find them from now on. The girls were anxious to get home (and use the bathroom!) but Jack wanted to walk down to the house with Nathan (another first grader that lives across the street). I said fine, but "don't run downhill". Then I had to stop again, and remind him... and then AGAIN, I stopped (because the boys? were playing "Red light, Green light" down the hill) and said, "DUDE! Don't run DOWN hill..." and no sooner had the words left my mouth (for the 3rd time, you were counting along with me, right?) Jack went ass over tea kettle. Thank God he didn't scratch up his face or knock out a tooth, but his bendy points (knees and elbows) got some really good road rash.
Linzy jumped out and scooped him up, and I ran the girls to the house (cause now they REALLY had to go!). Once we got him inside, Linzy started to get a towel to clean him up, and my maternal instincts kicked in too... I grabbed my camera! Well, I for one, was not going to let this little incident pass without having physical, photographic proof that sometimes, Mom knows what she's talking about. Yup - these babies are going in the scrapbook for SURE.
About a half an hour later, Jack had picked up my camera and was looking through the pictures I had taken... and he looked at me and said "SERIOUSLY Mom!!??!! You took pictures of me CRYING???" and then he asked for permission to delete them. Sorry, Bud, permission DENIED. But thanks so much for asking. Love you!
