So maybe I cried a little...

C is in 6th grade. At the end of the year 6th graders at his school go to Estes Park for 5 days. So, this morning after dropping E off at my awesome friend's house (who has saved my tush many times taking E to school when I am running late), I took S and C to school. J and I waited around to see C off on the bus.

C and his BFF are rooming together and are super excited.

C had to talk to J about leaving. J was not happy about it. Here C is trying to console J.

J: No. You NO go on bus.

C: Yes, I am, Jesse.

J: NO! No go on bus.

And then J was mad and wouldn't look at him.

J wanted to go to the car. When we got in he told me to go back to the bus.
"Go get C! Go get him off bus! He's not go on bus! Go get him!"

To tell the truth, I was relieved to go to the car so I could tear up and not feel like a total boob.

But, at least I wasn't alone. J was pretty upset, too.

Hats off!

So S and I went to a mother-daughter event at church a few months ago. There was a photographer and all kinds of fun hats. S and I had our own fun with the hats. Here are some of the shots.