I decided to change my strategy and waited until the day of before announcing that Rich and I had to attend a town meeting, just like in the Berenstain Bears book. I even offered the babysitting services of Mrs. Grizzle but the girls decided that they wanted Grammy to stay with them.
I quite honestly (and naively so) thought that you registered your kids for kindergarten (they are already in the public school system), mailed in the required health forms from the pediatrician, brought your kids in for one orientation and that was it. Oh, no no. There's health interviews and proof of residency and birth certificates and placement testing and me obsessing over how pick up/drop off is going to work because Anna is not going to be able to walk that far.
It's kind of weird to think that my kids will be in school every day next year. A piece of me wants to hold onto them and not let them go. Change can be good but change can also be difficult.
Speaking of irrational. Due to the wacky warm temperatures this week, I pulled out spring/summer pajamas for the girls to wear. Unfortunately, our house lot lacks shade trees and the bedrooms can become quite stuffy. Here's Emily when she found the pajamas I had placed on the end of her bed for her.
Seriously, Em? Over pajamas?