Second grade. Geez, I’m old.
This is what Ryder was doing before I forced him to pose for his First Day pictures. It’s 7:30am, mind you.
My baby headed off to kindergarten today. Walked right in. Didn’t need me. Didn’t miss me. Apparently I cramp his style.
It’s also Ryder’s 8th birthday. But he’s not too excited about turning 8 yet. We won’t have his party for a few weeks. He wanted to wait until after school had started, presumably to make some more friends. Which means he could invite more friends. Which means more presents. He’s a genius.
(a double wave, for Aunt B)