My house is so quiet this morning.
I folded the blankets, picked up many pairs of random shoes, wiped up the sticky spots . . .
And they are as I left them.
No big kids trailing behind me to undo what I cleaned up.
Seems strange.

True to Damaska form, we were yelling and hurrying and french braiding up to the last minute this morning.
And then I yelled, “DON’T FORGET TO TAKE PICTURES!”

Oh yes, we took pictures.
Note to self: Don’t check Facebook to see all the sweet, cute pictures of other people’s children.

Here’s what we got:

Along with a sweet, pesky photobomber:

So.  Today.
Kate (who kept randomly yelling, “I can’t believe I get to go to Kindergarten today!!!”) is sitting in her new classroom and William (who played the kool kat) is now a big 2nd grader.

And my house is so quiet.

Eliza’s not quite sure what to think of it all.  Neither am I.  But I have a sneaky suspicion that she won’t mind the extra attention.