Sep 04 2008
Jillys first day of school.
Yesterday saw my daughter leave for her first day of school.

It’s just JK, but it feels like she’s grown up so much already.
Sep 04 2008
Yesterday saw my daughter leave for her first day of school.

It’s just JK, but it feels like she’s grown up so much already.
Yesterday was my grand-daughters first day of school also.
Her daddy cried, but her mother didn’t!
So how’d it go?
Did the principal call yet =))
Merle: I managed to duck the tears myself as my mother drove Jilly to school, but based on historical data I’d say there was a 75% chance of my tearing up for this sort of thing.
Really the only one in our family that suffers from seperation anxiety is me. I told Lisa ages ago that she would have to take Jilly to school, as I’d end up spending the day there.
-GRIN-
Brenda: It went well. We’ve been building school up for the last year or so as the ultimate “big girl” activity, and according to reports Jilly marched into class with a big smile ready to go. Two days in and she’s having a blast (although as Carolina is in her class she has a built-in friend and some comfort factor that may have been absent if we went with plan “A”).
Plan “B” involves Jilly going to private school, which is the present arrangement, and daycare is eliminated altogether from the proceedings.
As for the principal calling, does a meeting with the director count? (there was no discussion of zombies or weaponry however).
Going by quickly indeed…
Looking at this picture two things come to mind:
1: Do I have the cutest niece or what?
2: What’s with the sad, weird cat planter? I mean really, what the hell is that?
You didn’t tell Jilly she was going to “Hogwarts” did you? Because that would be mean.
Mike: No kidding…
Piet:
1. Absolutely Yes.
2. It was a gift, I swear. It will be avenged.
No. Jilly hasn’t really seen the Harry Potter movies, although both Lisa and I have joked about the uniforms.
The start of a whole new world!
A gift?
Oh man, that means ya have to keep it.
I would have thought it was an ashtray, but you don’t do that anymore.