This morning
Xanny asked for shark hair. It was his first day of school and the kid has already picked a side. I always hoped he would want to be a Shark and not a Jet. The Sharks were better dancers and the Jets just smoked too much. I was determined to send my
homie off
"con gusto".
Here's the
breakie: 3 eggs, 2 pieces of toast, 4 plums, 1 tall glass of whole milk and a juicy peach off our tree -- picked this morning. I call it the Micheal Phelps special. You never know if a kid needs that extra power when he is out there all alone in the cold harsh world.
On the first day of school it is essential as a mother to mark your man, so to say. I admit, the shirt was my choice. But it's important for a kid (and the rest of the world, for that matter) to know just who's gang he
really belongs too.
Xanny wasn't content with the traditional family tradition of holding up your years in fingers. This is his attempt at his more accurate age in fractions of 5 & 5/6
ths. At least he didn't try to illustrate what all his
chromosomes look like using his
phalanges.
Here's the total package. The bike, the backpack, the shark hair all ready to go. And the bus ... look at that thing. The steel beast swooping down to drag my small child away. It's huge. FOR THE LOVE OF QUILTS, PEOPLE, HE'S JUST A BOY!
(Xan to 5th grader: "Did you know that I am really nearly six years old!")
Yes, I actually got on the bus to make sure he found a good seat ... and to tell him to stay away from nose-picking-boy. (A mother's work is never done.)
OK, I confess. I was the only mom there today with not one but 2 Canon 40
Ds and a 70-200 on a
ballhead tripod. I also confess that it took me most of
Xanny's time away at kindergarten to edit, compose and publish this silly post about my ...
uhh, I mean
his ... first day of school. (Maybe there is a 12 step program someone can recommend.)
I am happy to report that I was very brave and didn't cry. After all, I still have home-girl, Rita, to keep me company.
"I like to live in America!"
I know, three post in the entire month of September. What does that mean? Maybe I am coming out of the slump. Yesterday we cruised up the mountain to get some killer shots of my bro's fam. You gotta love a good trampoline pic. I think they may pick this one as their Christmas card this year.
We had to pull Xanny away kicking and screaming. (Well, we had to find him first in their giant house and then we pulled him away kicking and screaming.) It was a very nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Thanks, guys.
