Kindergarten

I don't know what my son thought was happening the night before kindergarten.

...Because I made him take a photo with as many of his family members as were around...

...And extra pics of me and him...

...He probably thought that he was being shipped away...
or sent off to a work camp or some kind of boarding school (which, by the way, are hard to come by in our price range, not that I have checked around or inquired into the possibility of sending any of the children away. ahem.)...

...Kindergarten is just a big deal...
So I took some photos to commemorate the occasion...

...Frank and I have dozens of self-portraits for all the important occasions....
We are SO fond of ourselves...

Our children our cute too. Here is T the morning of Kindergarten...

...And right before heading into the building for his first day...

...And at the park after kindergarten. The yellow/orange colored backpack is the Duluth Pack that I bought for him (which he sort of hates me for because all of the other children have nylon backpacks with characters of some sort on them...but NOTHING is as durable as a canvas Duluth Pack.)

Here he is asleep under a bench after the first day...
I'm not sure what that was all about...Hiding from the camera perhaps.

Even the STATE FAIR can't tucker her out.

I just took this photo as we pulled into the garage tonight.

God's Eye

The youngest boy made this at Art camp. Apparently it is called God's eye.

It made me jump when I looked over and saw it out of the corner of my eye. I was washing dishes, and there it was... like a threatening thing from a horror movie that has been placed to alert the viewer to danger.
Can anyone else correlate this object with a feeling like that? Like a movie where these might be hanging from trees, in the darkness?

Hmm. Maybe it is just me.

Little Toys

Today we gave away all of a certain kind of toy that had been deemed too babyish--deemed this way by me and by the kids. Sigh. I said to my husband, "I miss those already. It's like the end of an era."
Frank said, "There will be others."
"Other toys?" I said.
"Other eras." he said.
Sigh.