This picture just took my breath away. It was the one I took on the first day of school.
Here's an attempt at a pic that was going to be so precious in my mind. This was at the school at the end of the day. Annabeth was too excited about the punching balloon Jackson had been given to care about a picture. He really didn't want her to play with it, but I was trying to avoid a meltdown on the way to the car. Carrying a screaming, kicking child to the car sideways - along with her backpack and nap mat - is not real fun.
What's awesome is that when we got into the parking lot, Annabeth let go of the balloon and it went flying off. We went running after it like fools. When we got to our car I put the balloon in the floor board and tried to get the kids buckled in. Then the wind blew the balloon out of an open door and there I went chasing that darn thing again! Like a fool! I seriously looked like a cartoon.
It's heart-warming to know that the other parents' enduring memory of me will involve me chasing after a $1 punching balloon like my life depended on it. With my daughter's backpack on my back, I might add. I suppose that's better than Jackson's enduring memory of preschool being when Mommy let Sissy play with his brand new thing and she let it fly away with the wind.
After that we all felt a bit like this.
Fun dessert to begin and end school is a tradition passed down from my mama. I can't deny my heritage.
Happy summer, everyone!