The week before school began, our family was buzzing with excitement. The majority of the buzzing came from me, of course. The oldest fruit of my loins, was getting on my last nerve, with the constant complaining, whining, dis-obeying, and any other -ing thing you could think of.
In preparation of the beloved school season, we bought crisp new shirts, an-scathed jeans, non-scuffed shoes, fluffy white socks, and streakless underwear. Colored pencils, a new back pack, and calculator were also a must for this special occasion. The excitement was so thick, you could cut it with a knife! However, Cody would strongly disagree. But I don't care. I was ready to kick the grumpy pre-teen to the curb. The "school" curb, that is! Wa! hahahahahah! (I'm evilllllll)
Conner also joined in, with preparing for the school year, by getting a hair cut. His very first hair cut (sniff, sniff).
Conner had an audience while getting his hair cut. See all of the girls checking him out in the reflection of the mirror? Oh yeah, the babes loved him.
Conner was so good and sat still for most of the haircut. Thank heavens!
The first day of school finally rolled in and we, I mean, I was ready.
Cody insisted on wearing his new hoody on the first day of school, even though the temperature was going to hit almost 100 degrees. He may look excited and happy to pose for the annual "first day of school" pics, he wasn't. I practically had to drag him out of the car.
Adios Cody! Au revoir! Auf Wiedersehen! Sayonara! Ciao! Make your momma proud!
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