I decided we needed to do something special to recognize Ellie's first day. We didn't spend any time at all prepping for it on Saturday so I had to do a mental scramble on Sunday to come up with something. I also had to come up with something for dinner. We had Alaskan Waffles.
|Waffles with peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, and syrup|
|Fascinated with a random bug on our porch. "There's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms..."|
After the father's blessing I thought I should turn on the camera and interview Ellie. I definitely want that to be a tradition. It will be fun to look at in the coming years. I do not, as Ellie suggests, leave food on the ground for her to eat. I can't seem to get it to upload the video here, but for people who actually know me, I posted it on Facebook.
|She was super excited to start school, if you couldn't tell.|
|If there was ever anyone to whom I was willing to give my daughter for school, this is the woman.|
|There's a kid at the desk behind her who hid every time I busted out the camera.|
|Bittersweet picture. I love it but it means she's growing up.|
|My little poser.|
I parked the car and hauled Quintin out. There were several people around the front desk working through all the first day of school stuff. I interrupted a woman who WOULD NOT stop chatting with the receptionist to tell them my five year old daughter had been put on the bus when she should not have been. I had already been late to the school, so who knows how long the buses has been gone or which one she was even on, for that matter. One of them said, "Oh, how scary," and remained planted in her seat, while another asked me if I hadn't wanted her to ride the bus just for that day or if we needed to change it to carpool every day. Not helpful, ladies. Not helpful. I don't think they understood she was missing. by that time I had spotted a paper with the list of bus routes and asked for it. I decided which route and stop were my best bet and asked for a copy. "Sure, let me go find a copy machine..." was the response. I think they finally understood what was happening when I sprinted out the door as soon as the copy was in my hand.
When the bus arrived all the other moms had their cameras out and taking pictures of their kids getting off. I stood around with tear stained eyes hoping that each child to step down would be mine. When the last kid got off I still hadn't seen Ellie. With growing panic I ran around the bus and looked in the windows. No Ellie. Not ready to give up (but ready to call the police) I started to board the bus and there she was. She'd laid down on her seat while I was walking around. I cried some more but tried not to show Ellie how terrified I'd been. No sense in scaring her. She asked me why I hadn't told her she was going to ride the bus. My brain almost exploded with that one.
|Little girl, big new world.|