And then there is Owen, headed into the second grade, school pro by now. He didn't seem to be too bothered that he and his sister were going to be in the same classroom. They attend a small private school, where two grades are grouped together in each classroom, very similar to the school I attended.
|Please get me out of here, Mom!|
Owen Darrell, seasoned student.
|Please get out of here, Mom.|
I am still in disbelief over how much more work I can get done without all my kids here during the day. Jack plays really well by himself, and Henry is generally sweet and content. And let's not forget how easy the grocery store has now become! In fact, it's almost a treat to go there. The little boys are so cute in their steering wheel cart. I get nice comments now instead of odd looks. It's funny how tasks have a perceived level of difficulty that flexes with the number of kids you have.