Part 1: 1st Grader
Jemma started 1st grade on August 1st. What a crazy day that was. I am still getting used to the idea that she is primarily educated outside the home. The house seems so quiet 8:00-3:30 and her brothers really miss her when she's gone. If I'm completely honest, I am still adjusting...and having a harder time of it than I imagined I would.
She is, however, enjoying public school. She's only mentioned a handful of times missing home and primarily talks about all the cool things she gets to do while she's gone. She seems to be making friends...she mentions a boy by the name of Audi (I have NO idea how you would spell that...pronounced Odd-ee) frequently and has taken the time to clarify that he is a friend that is a boy, not her "boyfriend" (sigh of relief), and also that she really likes when he chases her on the playground (no sigh of relief).
Above: Here she is with her brothers on the first day of school.
Below: Here she is the 1st day she rode the bus...didn't even look back that day. :( She seems to really like riding the bus. She just rides it to school cuz we get her home sooner if we just go pick her up. ;)
Below: Here she is the 1st day she rode the bus...didn't even look back that day. :( She seems to really like riding the bus. She just rides it to school cuz we get her home sooner if we just go pick her up. ;)
Part 2: Broken Glass
This has nothing to do with Jemma starting school. A couple weeks ago, Brandon and I were awakened in the middle of the night (2am approximately) to what sounded like a distant gunshot...only it came from our bathroom...in a COMPLETE FREAK accident, one of our shower doors had completely shattered. We have no idea how it happened. Went to bed with a solid, in-tact shower door, and had it explode in the middle of the night. Awesome.
That's a lot of glass.
I guess we can be grateful for the other two functioning showers in this house.