This tradition was started by my dad. I have a picture every year on the first day with my fingers held up for what grade I was going into.
Here's my sweet middle girl, going into 8th.
And my handsome son, going into 2nd. With hardly any teeth.
And my baby, who isn't even the baby, but always will be. Going into 5th grade.
Sweet second born, going into 9th. High school?
And my precious firstborn, on the countdown now. 2 years left. Going into 11th. And she is so cute even with wisdom teeth pulled just a few days before!