Friday, August 14, 2009

First Day of School




I love first day of school pictures. I love to see how much Erika grows from year to year as I look back through them. It was such fun to take two sets of first day of school pictures this year. I think this is the first picture I've gotten of Kail where he hasn't been making a face since he was about two. (You'll notice he didn't make it through the photo session without needing to make at least one face...he's too much like his Daddy and Uncle Son for that) Erika and Kail were busting at the seams with grins and excitement...what a fun morning! But I saved my favorite picture for last. I wanted a picture of Kail with his teacher "Miss" Tracy...but he was so embarassed I barely got him to stand next to her! It was hilarious. I absolutely love the look on his face!

Standing in line waiting to meet her our conversation went something like this...
Kail: "Mom, my teacher's name is Miss Lacy."
Me: "No, it's Miss Tracy."
Kail: "Yeah, Miss Tracy."
30 seconds pass
Kail: "Mom, my teacher's name is Miss Macy."
Me: "No bud, it's Miss Tracy."
Kail: "Yeah, Miss Tracy."
30 more seconds pass
Kail: "Mom, my teacher's name is Miss Lacy."
Me: "No buddy, it's Miss Tracy."
Kail: "Yeah, Miss Tracy."
30 more seconds
Kail: "Mom! My teacher's name is MISS TRACY!"
Me: "Yes! It's Miss Tracy!"

I can hardly wait for all the tales of Fifth Grade and Kindergarten!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Erika and Kail you look Maaaahvelous, little darlings! Love Aunt Becky

Anonymous said...

As usual your post has left me breathless and in a world of thought. Talk about moments missed and time not always well spent. Moments when my attention wandered and when all I really wanted was a few moments of my own. Now that is gone, and can not be replaced or mended. But...the good Lord in His infinite love and mercy has given me eight, soon nine beautiful, intelligent and delightful grandchildren. I can't make up for past mistakes, but I can love the pants off of these babies. I can teach, read, love, wrestle, have play doh all over my floor, have them trample my flowers trying to pick one for their mom's. I can tell my kids to enjoy every heartache, every laugh, every tussle. The moments are flying by and they don't stay forever. Love your Babies Kelly, you are a sweet and kind mom. Robin