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The last first day of school

Well, at least that I’ll be there to take pictures of. Maybe the last one they’ll all be together? Who knows!

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a great picture because they had to be at school at 6am for Senior Sunrise, and since obviously the sun wasn’t up yet when they left the house, I had to try to take one in the dark. I ended up taking one in the living room.

This is the 15th first day of school picture I’ve taken. Here’s the first (yet again):

(LOM on today’s pics, MLO on the bottom.)

Juniors

The penultimate first day of school picture. I’m fine. Totally fine.

Last year:

Freshman year:

And, of course, the very first year:

But the best part was this:

Miles in the driver’s seat.

10th graders

Sophomores. Only two more of these pics after this.

LOM

It’s fine I’M FINE.

I’d say they don’t look like freshmen anymore, and Oliver seems happier. First day last year:

LOM

And, of course, the first day of preschool picture. Twelve years ago.

MLO

First day of high school!

It’s here. The first day of high school. First day not wearing uniforms. First day at an “English” school.

LOM

Oliver was not as unhappy as he looks here, I swear.

I also had to take one in the same order as their very first day of preschool, 11 years ago:

I had to do a lot of research to figure out who was who in that first picture. Also I couldn’t convince them to hold trains this time.

25 year reunion!

It’s getting to be overwhelming but if I put it off much longer, I’ll just never do it. So I’ll just do it.

The most important thing was my 25th high school reunion, which I already posted a little bit about in my last post, since I wore a bunch of clothes I made to it. But it was more than just showing off my sewing prowess, believe it or not. Getting to hang out in Natchitoches (Na-ka-tish, duh) brings back such fond memories and of course getting to see friends I hardly ever see is so great.

I wish I’d taken more pictures, though. So let me give a quick (?) recap.

Friday, Ren and I drove up, somehow managing to miss major rains and flooding in New Orleans, but not missing the police officer waiting for me to do 51 in a 35 in a small town near Bunkie. (“Let’s take the scenic route,” said Ren. “It’ll be nice,” said Ren.) Read More