As of 8:30 this morning, the boys are registered for kindergarten. I feel ill on about a million levels.
Good thing I didn't have much mental capacity to think about what the registration actually means, because I was too worried about the logistics of getting them registered. In other words, how was I going to get all three kids out of the house on time to line up for registration and ensure they have a spot in our neighborhood school!?!
The deed is done. A couple forms filled out, a couple proofs of identity photocopied. And like that my babies are going to school.
Look at us, do we look ready to you?!?
Those sick, frail babies are who I imagine sending off to the real world. I know that is not the case. I know two big, strong superheroes are who's excitedly waiting for "the big school". I just wish I was as excited as they are.