First day of school

A time of change.  Big change.  The first day of school.  The end of lazy summer mornings where we all get up and watch cartoons for an hour before we start our day.  The end of running outside in our pajamas with our hair sticking up because we can....and who really cares what we look like.  The end of staying up late and playing outside because we are having so much fun and we can.

We are ready to start our school time routine.  We are ready for a schedule.  To go and meet new teachers, new friends, and to learn new things. 

These pictures of my kiddos say so much about where they are...right now.  These moments that I don't ever want to forget.

This picture says so much about Gabe.  His intensity.  Gabe is intense.  He always has been.  You can see this on his face.  All that emotion comes so clearly through on this picture.  His focus, his worry, his concentration.

Little Eli.  Little Eli, who can't go anywhere without his "ubba dubba".    "Ubba dubba" is his garage door opener.  He takes it everywhere with him and his job is to open the garage door when we leave and arrive at home.  This simple task brings him so much joy.  Pushing that button and watching the door open always brings a huge smile to his face and he always screams "ubba dubba".  It's those simple things that I never want to forget.

All three boys ready and waiting for our first walk to Gabe's school.  Owen has to ride his bike and he is ready to go.  Eli with the "ubba dubba" and Gabe is finally ready...that smile shows me he is ready.

Owen started preschool this year.  Here he is on his big day.  He was so excited for his first day of school.  I think he was more excited about getting his very own backpack then to actually go to school.

Here is my Owen, who is ready for anything and so easy going.

Before we left the house to take Owen to school Gabe says he has to run into the house and change into his super hero costume.  He comes running outside in a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and no shoes (on hot day in August).  I start to scold him and send him back in the house to change.  At the last minute, I change my mind.  We embrace the moment and I let him go to Owen's school in this strange outfit....because who really cares.  If he wants to be a super hero...fine by me.   Here he is giving his brother some encouragement before we get into the car.