So the crisis was over, and our 2nd day of school was smooth sailing.
Here's my happy girl:
Still bearing the scars from the day before:
Happy 4th grade girly:
I can't believe how old she is. Every parent says that, I know. "It goes by so fast....". But when I look at this face, I can still see bits of the baby/toddler face, I see glimpses of my own 4th grade face, and I see some of her teenage/adult face to come. It's a weird feeling.
And little Miss Independant:
Arissa will kill me, but I had to post this too. Look at those shins! Maybe I should make her some fancy tights or knee-socks w/ built-in shinguards!
And so, in the end, I got the picture I had expected to take the day before:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_lRBDM9sC05B74utcY2ZPBW8LiU0x-CU9yyNe612HCYG-dwkT_D-b_xPrsb9WyTVcOkxU-MGxS6rc7dz-bZPUvUF-gu_WtXEfJ37tCA97gcUTdl0YZKOnA5TSDl6YKgYdQZeQSsq1Ts/s400/PICT0350.JPG)
All my girls, off to school.
I hate working full-time. I wish I could volunteer in their classes every day. Well except for on hot days like the past few have been. On those 90+ degree days, I am thankful for my job and air-conditioned office.
Sweet Mariah: an old pro now, having survived kindergarten and made it to the first grade, telling us how it goes:
and giving the "rookie" a hug and sending her off to class:
Arissa's 2nd day hair-do. I like this one:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-jO5rttFEz_TRbSEBUSIxdc-nRIV7Xu0kKK8uldXkqtfwjSpQ4XDQSfus4Ehq6aLANuqDhf5SS_aK11qFNpZLU5DyWs6jqdB_lAPtntFnPZ8RpXMDq2wZRu5KzCoaafwChghFggy-M8/s400/PICT0354.JPG)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVV4HunEZdYeCxOU9r6-yevRNf2aF5gLIXcO11N35VF9uEmO-GIinUMOH9J1Ry4TEWQwwsPNv3wBC_mQjkK3J_1T53L1DIdiBOE7pN9wsnhyenn1O6R75-okQyvY3VTrk_Km6Yd33N6Bo/s400/PICT0355.JPG)
Arissa was so over the photoshoot...but she let me get one more in:
Arissa was so over the photoshoot...but she let me get one more in:
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