The Bible is our standard,
The flag our colors too,
The Lord we worship and obey in all we do,
Oh HS Christian Academy we honor you.
Ethan is a very proud second grader this year. Our main concern so far this year is his classmates. So far we have learned that one is kin to John Wilkes Booth and one is really rich because she owns a chocolate fondue fountain. Please keep Mrs. Blair in your prayers.
Collin hit first grade with a bang. I'm sure poor Mrs. Brown is still reeling. I should probably start warning the teachers before he walks in their door that he is nothing like Ethan. There is not a shy bone in his body and his body never stops moving. Maybe you should pray even harder for Mrs. Brown.
The Academy started a preschool program this year for the first time. Landon is very proud to numbered among the first class of attendees. He goes three days a week from 8am to 11:30am. He really feels like he is a big boy now. His teacher is Ms. McElwain, daughter of the principal.
The pictures of Landon were taken on the first day of school. I had planned on taking some of all the boys that day, but circumstances didn't allow it. We were doing great on time, until I pulled Dylan out of his highchair so we could leave. I won't go into detail, but in the words of Mark Lowry "It weren't no just wet one". We finally got on the road when three minutes later Landon says "where's my backpack", so around we turned. Therefore the pictures of all the boys together were taken this morning.
Hopefully some of you will enjoy, and I'll have a record for years to come.
The school boys with a little bedhead in tow.
Now, my paranoia has kicked in. Just in case anyone was offended by my comments about being happy about school starting in the last two posts, I would like to redeem myself. I love my children dearly, and there is nothing so satisfying as spending time with them. Those comments were made partially in jest and partially in truth. I think that any mother of small children understands the need for a little "alone time" every now and then. Actually, just the thought of "empty nest syndrome" is about enough to send me into a state of premature depression. I better bring this to an end, I feel the need for a few hugs and kisses. (Calm down Harold, not you this time)