First Day

Luca's face says it all. He's ready to go. He is wearing a name tag with some specific info that I thought best to black out since I'm putting this out there in the blogosphere:) So, I left my little boy sitting timidly in his seat this morning. We were rushed getting there, despite how prepared I thought we were, so I didn't have much of a chance to feel emotional about it until I walked back out to the van alone. A couple tears snuck out, and I hope nobody saw the kindergarden mom on her way out:) I couldn't help thinking about him sitting there so excited and innocent and knowing that I won't be right there beside him to cheer when things are fantastic or to comfort when they are terrible. Of course, it wouldn't be good for him if I was. I know he needs this to learn, but I've loved being home with him. It has been one of my greatest blessings.

Little James-er had to have a backpack too this morning. Complete with a packed lunch:)

Beach Bums

We've just returned from a great week at the beach!

On his first evening at the beach James attempted to run straight into the ocean. That boy had no fear. He since developed some after his daddy took him out into the waves and a few broke right on them.

Mom-mom and Pap-pap.

Grandpa and Grandma under our awesome sunshade.

Throwing sand. Lots of that went on.

Here Luca and I fly our two stringed kite. We needed a little help from "the professor", my Papa who is a prof in aerospace engineering at Penn State, to get it off the ground.

Jameser takes a turn.

Nana and Papa.