We are learning about Johnny Appleseed at school. |
This is exactly what he looks like, obviously! |
It did look odd... |
But Dad's first attempt at fixing it was even MORE weird. |
"Doy!" |
So we settled on the popeye look. It's ALL GONE. |
Whatever. I don't care. It'll be back soon. |
It's our fur brother's 3rd birthday today! This means he's 21 of course, but Mom wouldn't let us give him any shots. |
He did get toys though. He LOVED this little stuffed tree full of squeeky squirrels. |
At least we thought he did... |
Until he KILLED the baby squirrels! Bad Rowan! Bad! Maybe he's not quite ready for a baby.... |
We were good sports, but let's just say it wasn't the greatest morning we've had... |
and Rowan was devastated! He couldn't believe we were back to this! |
He tried to talk us out of it, but we had to go. |
Don't do it Brycey! Don't get on the yellow box of death! |
The Dads weren't too upset! Mom definitely had some funny faces but she insisted we were going to have an outstanding day and she would be right there to meet me at school. |
and then there it was. Row Row lost his ever loving mind and Mommy hid behind her camera making sniffling noises. |
but there was no stopping it. We were off to the next big adventure! |
and about 30 minutes later, there I was walking to my classroom! Mom had a big pile of soggy tissues in her hand. That was weird. |
Around the corner and into the next chapter of my life - Kindergarten! |
and then... the moment of truth. The big yellow box returned and Mom and Rowan waited patiently to hear about our first day. |
We were still alive... |
and yeah... 4th grade was okay... I guess... whatever Mom. So, the first day is in the books. 179 more to go! |