Big day here on the farm.
First of all, Sydney started first grade.
Full days, every day, with a new teacher, at a new school that has lots of kids, compared to the itty bitty pre-school/Kindergarten Syd attended last year where Grandma Sharon was her teacher. We were both a little nervous about today.
Here she's showing off her knee-high socks--her first pair and quite photo worthy evidently--along with her Ariel backpack. Our morning routine has been made significantly easier by the school's use of uniforms. They certainly didn't save me any money (she wouldn't have needed any back-to-school clothes), but no major complaints on my part.
I didn't cry when I took her to school, didn't cry when I walked her into her classroom, didn't cry when I walked out of the classroom. I did tear up a little bit talking to the Starbucks barista (who also happens to be our neighbor) as she handed me my decaf pumpkin spice latte that I got right after dropping Sydney off at school, but nothing major. I have, however, cried buckets over the past couple days fretting that she wouldn't have anyone to eat lunch with.
Can you imagine it? My little cutie pie, sitting by herself, new girl at school, and no one sitting next to her at lunch? The idea of it seriously traumatized me. (Partially because I have my own story to tell of sitting all by myself at lunch on the first day of school.)
Sydney's desk is next to another little girl who is also new to the school--a little girl who is just a cute as a button and friendly as all get out--and they ate lunch together. Thank you, Jesus, for new friends.
The second big thing on the farm: my sister got on a plane this afternoon and is on her way to Glasgow, Scotland, and--aside from Skype--I won't see her again for two years.
I've been bawling my eyes out about it all week.
She'll be missed.
She'll be dreadfully missed.
I'm happy for her that she's finally fulfilling her dream of pursuing her masters degree in creative writing (at the University of Glasgow), but I'm really really really sad she's gone.
And I think Miss Baby is also really sad that Aunt Andrea isn't going to be around to see her. I know babies don't always express their emotions very clearly--particularly unborn babies--but I'm pretty sure she was majorly bummed today when we left Andrea at the airport. Definitely no happy kicking around in my belly.
To help dig us out of our misery and to celebrate the first day of school, we threw a little after-school party for all the Family Farm kids.
Today was Clover's first day of 1st grade, and Amanda had her first day of 2nd grade. They weren't quite as nervous about school as Syd because Clover is being cleverly homeschooled by my uber-talented sis-in-law Sarah, and Amanda is returning to the school she's been attending.
Nervousness or not, cupcakes are always a good thing.
I let the kiddos frost and decorate the cupcakes themselves, a trick that made Jules declare this "the best party ever." That girl never fails to make me feel good about my decisions that involve sugar, sprinkles, or more sugar. The pinata was also roundly cheered. Probably because I said they could eat as much candy as they wanted. (For the record, Jules at THREE cupcakes.)
Even Jarred, the big kid of the Family Farm, enjoyed some cupcakes. Surviving your first day of 8th grade is no small task. I appreciated that he isn't too cool to turn down cupcakes even if most of the party goers are girls in elementary school.
And, of course, cupcakes for the Mama Teacher.
It was a good day, a big day, a day to remember. But it definitely marked the end of summer with its first day of school/pumpkin spice latte/rain falling from the sky-ness.
And for all the celebration and hoorays for school, tonight the Family Farm is missing someone who helped make our summer so super duper fabulous.
September has arrived, and even though it brings and will continue to bring great things, it's still a little hard to let go of summer. At least, that's what these big ole' tears in my eyes are telling me.