School is Cool

I love summer.  I love having my kids home and being on our own schedule...or no schedule at all.  It is so hard for me to send them to school.  It totally rips my heart out.  I hate all the bad things they learn and the negative influences they face.  That said...I love school.  It is something I am passionate about.  I love learning and teaching and classrooms and new ideas and new friends.  I love writing and discovery and art and music and literature.  I love that my kids get to go to school, a privilege that millions of kids in this world don't enjoy.  And I love that their school is a safe, happy place to be.  It makes sending them there so much easier for me.
 

 Daisy is in 3rd grade this year.  Really?  Already?  I totally remember 3rd grade.  I remember cursive writing and times tables.  I remember who my crush was.  I remember caring for the first time about what others thought about what I ate at school lunch, which meant not eating things I wanted to and eating things I wouldn't have otherwise because of plain and simple peer pressure.  So far, my girl is loving 3rd grade.

Levi is in Kindergarten this year, and couldn't be more enthusiastic about school.  He has afternoon kindergarten, and waiting all morning long every single day for school to start is torturous (for both of us.)  He is so excited about homework and reading, and he has such a cute (and small!) class.  He talks about his new friends and his teacher all the time.

Daddy is back in school too, and only slightly less enthused about the whole thing.  He is in the MRI program through Weber State University and has a massive credit load (he's been devouring pathophysiology lately...ick.)  The good news is that he graduates in June!  There is a light at the end of this tunnel, and the past four years of school going have truly gone by faster than I ever could have imagined.  On to the last leg of our trip...