Half of me can't believe it is here already, the other has been counting down for some years now. We were all pretty excited for the big day and celebrated with the traditional ice cream for breakfast.
Keyton, the literalist, wanted a bowl of ice cream. I guess I should have been a little clearer in explaining by ice cream I meant waffles and fruit with ice cream. Oh well, it's important not to have tears on the first day, so a bowl of ice cream it is.
I can tell he was excited / nervous, because he actually let me take a picture. Epic.
School is 6 blocks, about a 1/2 mile.
Everyone lines up when the bell rings.
All the parents followed that line of kindergarteners right on in with cameras and tissue.
We get settled.
Then Mrs. Hartman kicks all the family out.
By the time I get home, it's time to go back and pick him up (Kindy is not quite 3 hours long). K is feeling hip and cool with his super dorky "Keyton had a beary good first day of kindergarten" necklace. Awww.
August 24, 2011