It has arrived. Kindergarten. I have such mixed feelings. I am so excited for Ivy. She loves to learn, play, and be with other kids. She LOVES her teacher. She has gone more than a week without moving her “bug”. (the second day of school she spent the first five minutes of recess walking back and forth because her bug was on blue, not green, not yellow, but blue)
I went to eat lunch with her today, and the first words out of her mouth are, “Hi Mom! I had to move my bug to yellow.” She is so forthright, most of the time, and so kind to others, most of the time. She asks about Phoebe, and poor Phoebe misses her I-Dee. For the first two weeks Phoebe cried every morning when we dropped Ivy off in car line. She would say, “I lost I-Dee!” When we picked her up several hours later, “I found I-Dee!” I don’t know if its the pregnancy hormones or what, but I have a hard time not crying with Phoebe. Our girls love each other, and that more than anything makes me so proud…
Doing the first day of school dance.
They dance and sing wherever they are. The dancing they get from me. The singing they get from Sean. I laugh every time I hear Phoebe singing “Cuckoo, cuckoo” from the Sound of Music.
They love to dance together or at least side by side.
The first day of school!
It was a windy first day of school.
Ivy received her Kindergarten Bible during her first church service on Sunday. She sits with me on the second row, right behind Sean. So far, so good.
Ivy kept asking me the first Sunday, “When is Daddy going to preach?” About midway through his sermon she was asking, “Is he almost done?”
