First day of school

It finally happened, my daughter started kindergarten. Surprisingly there were no tears, from her anyway. I cant say the same for me. I was very proud and a little sad. Emma was very excited, she had new school clothes, back pack and supplies. She was so excited to be going to "Big Girl School". We all got up early and made pancakes, with sprinkles of course. Em got up and dressed with very little argument, watched a few cartoons and was ready at the door with her new back pack. We drove to school and had our first experience with school morning traffic, both auto and pedestrian. WOW, what a ride. People double parking, whipping in and out of non existent parking spaces, doors opening into traffic without warning and my personal favorite, parents walking their kids out into traffic without looking. Great role modeling Mom's.

OK, after taking our lives in our hands to get their we finally arrived at the gate. This is where tomorrow I'll be saying goodbye to Em, I'm already scared. But this being the first day we get to stay. The class room is very airy with big windows and lots of colors and things to see and do and best of all very clean and well maintained. It has been a very long time since I was in a kindergarten classroom but I remember my high school as being not very well maintained.

We all survived Emma's first day of kindergarten. Now we are well into the second week. Em has a new friend, I'm taking him home every day until September 21 when class goes until 1:30 and he can take the bus, his grandmother is very sweet old-school Filipino. Em wants to stay at her friends house all the time, now I know why, grandma spoils all her grand kids, Em and even me. I can't get out of their house without at least a soda and more often a meal.

We all really like Em's school, teachers, class mates and the parents we've met so far. We are joining the PTA and I am even running for the school over site committee. Somewhere along the line, my wife and I have grown up. It seem like just yesterday PTA didn't mean Parent Teacher Association but Pass The Alcohol