On day one, it was all smiles and joy:
|Behold Penny in her First Day of School glory. Also, behold her "Victorious" backpack, because "Victorious" is the shizz around here.|
It reminds me of this moment in Adam Sandler's movie, "Billy Madison," except replace the words "high school" with "first grade." Seriously kindergarten kids, CHERISH EVERY MOMENT.
Then there's this one, keeping me bizzy in other ways:
|Me?! You can't possibly be talking about me.|
|LOL. Yeah, you're right.|
No one is immune to this. Even the dog snuggles up near her when she's sleeping on the floor.
|Proportionally speaking, Dante makes the perfect guard dog for a 5 month old.|
Sometimes, the result of said affections looks like this.
|Embee: I'm SO not feeling this hair bow. Or this kiss. Gawd.|
So yeah, we're bizzy. A friend the other day sent me a message commenting on how blessed we are with these two girls, and she's right. Bizzy and blessed and, despite first grade transition drama, grateful for both ways of being.