(I mean, eventually. This gradual entry business is going to kill me and I don't know how working parents do it because Geneva had swim lessons from 9:30-10 and then Eleanor had school from 10:30 to 12 and those don't even overlap but I was still like HOW WILL I LIVE.)
Anyway. She picked her first-day outfit, and refused to wear her new boots to her teacher meeting yesterday because she wanted them CLEAN for her first actual day, the one where I take a picture.
'Take a picture of my cool backpack, and my braid.'
'Come be in my picture with me, Geneva!'
You scamp.
She is v v v excited, but also sad that she won't see me all day, every day anymore. Basically sad that she can't live two lives.
We dropped her off, and then Geneva and I trudged home in the rain (suddenly it is fall!) and then I tucked her bones in with some books and just, like, puttered for an hour, we had some tea, and then it was time to go back.
It has literally been 90 minutes, you jokers.
Ok.
This is gonna be be a big year for us all.
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So big.
I feel like I've known them for years and years...
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