
First out the door. 7:00 a.m. My handsomest 8th grader. I can't believe next year he'll be off to high school. EEKS! He's completely annoyed I'm making him pose for pics.

Awww...next my darling Devon who normally won't get out of bed without threatening to stick fireworks where the sun don't shine is up an hour earlier than he has to be with a...what's that on his face? A SMILE?

...and he's off to forth grade. I'm wiping the tears from my eyes as I type.

And it's time for kindergarten...this smile is especially for Granny Goose.

Ohhh so big.