Here we are at St. Anthony's....
First day of School.
Okay, so the truth is, after making sure all was good or at least seemed to be, I was the one who had to quickly scurry off the playground for I was the one in tears. Me, the one who has never shed a tear at school drop-off, even when they went to kindergarten. Despite the fact that I am hormonal, I'm praying that this transition will make for strong, wise children and not the set-up for therapy payments as they were traumatized by living in Renton and were forced to tuck in their shirts "or else"! and hit w/ rulers for they haven't made their first communion yet or said their Hail Mary in some twisted fashion, let alone freaked out by those creepy statues in the hallway.
On second thought, after a weekend of the boys bickering, maybe it is time for a little
"Sister Mary Principal" in their lives!
Here's Will.
I swear it felt like a class of 45 kids.
He better not give his little desk-mate any problems or he'll have more than
"Sister-Mary-Principal" on his you-know-what!
Theo and Will... modeling uniforms last week for me...
Ain't they cute?!
