well, we all woke up somewhat better, so we all headed out to school. turns out the whole school had it, so we were not alone.

of course, this morning, ava got dressed--not a stitch of navy or khaki on her.

carter was VERY excited for his first day, and we all walked up the hill, dropped ava off, waited in the gym for a few minutes while his teacher got ready, and then we went to his classroom. he settled in with no problem, and when i said it was time to leave, he kissed me and went to wash his hands.

i was the one with the tears--i was so worried about him (with no logical reason to be worried), and could barely pull myself away.

i am very curious to find out how it went. i remember this feeling when ava first went to school--not knowing, and never knowing how the day progressed. family members or a sitter will take you through their time minute by minute if you want, but a teacher is not going to take the time to indulge your parental neuroses, and that is very difficult. relinquishing control is hard!