Back to school, the half-assed edition

Before we get to that thing that started yesterday, I would just like to say that I think last summer lasted longer because I posted a picture and/or blogged nearly every day. I think I'm going to have to go back to that, even though it's more work for me and is going to require me to really find my camera battery recharger rather than halfheartedly picking things up to look under them now and then. Because this summer went too fast. And I'm usually beyond ready for the kids to go back when it's time, but this year we could have used a little more time. Maybe we'll hit the water park this weekend just to pretend.

OK, so school, and (not coincidentally) my job, started back this week. And in contrast to last year when both boys started new schools the same week I started a new job, it was quite calm around here. Reece was a little clingy at the bus stop, but Greyson didn't even want me to go to the bus stop with him. I didn't even get around to taking a picture until the second day. We've hired yet another new babysitter for after school (only two days a week this time), but we're already very happy with her. Of course, our expectations have been lowered a bit from "Mary Poppins" to "makes the kids do their work without scarring them emotionally and doesn't quit suddenly". Reece is now going to aftercare three days a week, which he's thrilled about because they have snacks. I told him today his sweet tooth is as big as his head, but since he didn't know what a sweet tooth was, I ended up doing much explaining and the joke was lost along the way.

New 1st grader with a new backpack, on the second day of school

 

The other big news is that the boys now each have their own room! Greyson has what was known as the Browns room (and still has the same decor - a benefit of having boys!), and Reece's is being called the Indians room thanks to the pictures that were already in there and a little help from Pottery Barn Kids. It was beyond time for Greyson, although Reece told me tonight in a pitiful voice, "I'm just not ready to have my own room." And then he promptly fell asleep. Their room is now the office/computer room/spare bedroom, and when it's finally organized enough that you can see the floor, I'll post pictures. Besides better sleeping, another benefit is that I found my PhD diploma when we uncovered the top of one of the desks. I now have it framed and just have to have it hung in my office so I can finally feel like I belong there.