The night before school started, I asked the boys to lay out some new clothes for their first day. I came back to find Kosty's old clothes and this note: "PS Mom I donte like the shrts that you bot me."
That kid knows how to make me laugh, really hard. The good news about my laughter is that he lightened up a bit afterwards and decided maybe a new shirt wouldn't be so awful after all. He did hand select every single one of his new shirts, after all. That's the only way he would have it.
Kosty was serious business when we got to school. I walked him in, and he quickly put his backpack on his chair and sat down to do a worksheet in silence. It never ceases to amaze me what a rule follower he is at school. I mean, seriously tries to be the most perfect student at all times. And it must be exhausting, because he sure lets loose at home!
My visiting teacher, Heidi, told me last year that they have a family tradition of cookies and milk and talking around the table about the first day of school. I loved the idea so much and couldn't wait to start it in our family. The boys liked it but they aren't so much a fan of plain sugar for a snack, so I bet they would be much more excited about homemade bread...











































