I cannot believe that Chloe is in 6th grade.
Apparently, 6th graders are suddenly embarrassed to have their mom take their picture in their new classroom.
Mortified, in fact. I wonder how she'll feel next year when she's in Jr. High...
My Little Myah started 1st grade today. First grade. First grade!
Pondering.
Lately, if you talk to Myah, she will let you know that she has 4 wiggly teeth.
And she will show you all the tricks she can do with her tongue.
I'm proud to announce that I only hyperventilated for about an hour this morning. I miss these two terribly when they're away from me (even though they drive me a little nuts when they're with me). Why is it like that? Tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way. And tell me I'm not crazy for feeling a little bitter at their eagerness and excitement about school. I know I should be tickled that I have daughters who love school so much. But I'm not. Not in the least. Shouldn't they be sad to leave me? Because they're not. Not in the least. This worries me. I think I need therapy.