Misdirected Patriotism

Nate was feeling particularly patriotic for some reason on Saturday. I overheard him doing the "U.S.A!" chant as he went about his business throughout the house, except he was chanting "U.S.X! U.S.X! U.S.X!"

Then in the back of the car later he told Scott and me, "I love America. South America!"

First Day of Preschool

In our lovely state the cutoff for kindergarten enrollment is December 1st. Which means Nate could have gone to kindergarten this year at the ripe old age of 4. I never once considered sending him this year. Why? (Wait, surely if you're asking that you haven't read here about all of his awesome wild man mishaps.) Consider it my gift to both Nate and his teachers. He is an angel boy in so many ways, easily the most loving and affectionate little guy I have ever seen. And given another year to mature he is going to be an awesome kindergartner. So bring on preschool!

He gets to be in the same class as his good friend, Blake.

Mom, Dad, and even Grandma and Grandpa Larsen (who were visiting from Texas) came to send him off on his first big day. He was excited to be there and found a place at a table with a pattern game right away. Blake soon joined him and this is how we left the two of them as we waded through the sea of excited parents and made our way out the door.

The big successes: recess, the toys, and the class pet (a rat).

The big disappointments: you don't get to bring your lunch to school every day.

Seen at our house

Dogs and princesses eating together.

A 37-year old superfan with a red and black velvet birthday cake.

A 2 year old who every day wants to go to school and dresses accordingly, complete with a backpack and oversized shoes.

And a sweet big sister reading to her snuggling little brother and sister.

I love these sweet people.