For most of you reading, this may not seem like it's coming too late. But my kids have been in school since the end of July so I'm playing catch up.
Alexia is in the 4th grade now with Mr. Cederstrom as a teacher.
Parker is in 2nd grade with Ms. Mortensen - who was Alexia's 2nd grade teacher as well.
I was a good mom who walked her kids to school that day. It was nice outside with clouds and a slight breeze. So after dropping the bigs at school, the littles and I headed to the park, where we lasted about 15 minutes.
Spencer really liked the swing (his first time at the park) and it was funny watching him watch Elijah.
"Momma...why you always got that big black thing poking out from your face?" I'm pretty sure that's what he was thinking in that moment.
Oh...there's the smile. It's never very far from those chubby cheekies.
And this boy...well I was queen for the day because I took him to the park. That's always nice.
Good gravy. Why does Elijah always look like an orphan? I swear, between my letting him dress himself, all the bumps, scrapes, and bruises that come from being a boy who plays hard, and needing a haircut, most days this boy looks homeless. Who is his mother? Poor baby has to wear his big brother's old clothes. He's a bean pole compared to what Parker was at his age and everything seems to hang off the boy.
See what I mean? If I tugged just right those shorts would be at his ankles. And lets take a minute and not check out the little boy behind him with the gel in his hair and matching, well fitted clothing on. Darn little over achiever. :)
