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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Tradition


It's tradition every year to take a first day of school picture, with each kiddo holding up the number of fingers for their new grade level. So far no one has failed a grade, so it's worked out nicely.

Firstborn, flashing a friendly five for fifth grade. (Will she learn to use that much alliteration this year?)
Awww. Twinkle Toes is going into 3rd, my favorite grade to teach. I always thought I might teach her in 3rd, but I'm home with that big ol' boy now. That's ok, I think I'll keep him.
And Miss Middler, my big second grader.
How can this be? Perma-Baby starting K4? She just learned to walk, she just learned to talk. Who in the world taught her to write her name? She's just a baby...

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4 comments:

becca said...

Your oldest three are in the same grades as my oldest three.

whimzie said...

We held up fingers for grades this year. Stole that idea from you. Of course, only the oldest did it because I didn't know what to do for Kindergarten. They tried a sign language "K" but it looked like they were flashing gang signs.

whimzie said...

We held up fingers for grades this year. Stole that idea from you. Of course, only the oldest did it because I didn't know what to do for Kindergarten. They tried a sign language "K" but it looked like they were flashing gang signs.

Melanie Keffer said...

Now, that was one thing I did take pictures of and it was the first day of school. I wish I could show you the first day that all four of mine went to school! It's so funny because I look back at that picture and see each one and how they have not changed. Kathleen was always Ms. Studious, which is a good thing for the profession she has chosen. Karoline was always full of personality (Reminds me a whole lot of what I perceive Eva to be like.), and whose depth of talent was not known. Maverick was the charmer and still is that way. I call him Moses as he walks into high school because it looks like the sea (of people) just part in front of him with everyone throwing up their hand, "Hey Mav!" He has always been that way. Matt . . . Matt walks to the beat of a different drummer, then and now. He is my little hero. A serious little guy who would not hesitate to risk his own life for someone else's.

Knowing the above, I have tried to see if I could spot any signs that give away what your kids will be like in 10 years.

I think it is fun to do stuff like that. :)

This is another favorite post!

Mel

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