First and Third

The boys started school today. Peter has been ready for about a week. Cooper was nervous last night as he tried to fall asleep. I was the least ready. I genuinely enjoyed spending time with the boys this summer, which is (sadly) surprising. They aren't always (meaning never) the easiest kids, but this summer was much better than last summer. Anyway, I was sad to see them go.

I told them I would buy them a shirt of their choice for the first day. Cooper's says "They said I could be anything...so I became a ninja."

One thing that sets this year apart from all the earlier years is that the boys are riding the bus. This is a dream come true for Peter. Bryan, the girls, and I walked the boys to the bus stop at an early hour this morning. Then Phoebe and I had a girl day at home (we painted our nails and watched a Strawberry Shortcake movie she had picked out from the library) and when the appointed hour arrived, we headed back to the bus stop.

As glad as she was to have a girl day, I think she missed those brothers.

Both boys had a great day. Peter has a locker (a glorified cubby) and went to Spanish and gym today. Cooper went to music and told me about a funny book his teacher read to him. The schools (they're not at the same campus, though they have the same rules and bus) have strict rules about peanuts, which is comforting. And for the first time during his formal education, Peter is not the only kid in his class with a peanut allergy.  Hooray for strength in numbers!

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have lots of beginning-of-the-year paperwork to fill out.