First things first. My firstborn had her first day of school.
She was so excited
until soccer began and then kindergarten was
eclipsed in all the
athletic excitement.
She informed me no less than several times that she wanted to walk
by herself because she knows where the school is. Though I would be more than willing to let her do that, all the
crazies spontaneously coming out of the
blue won't let me. Her next battle tactic was to tell me she didn't want me to stay, but I told her I had to and everyone
else's moms would be there too,
little Miss
Independent.
Mr Destructo wanted to go too and insisted on the jacket even though it was roasting hot.
Apparently they teach golf.
This bug needs educatin'.
In the classroom with Micayla.
Here when they start kindergarten, they only go the first day for half an hour and then there's testing for the rest of the week.
So, the second day of school (for everyone else) Lex saw kids riding their bikes to school and turned with her hands on her hips and said huffily (i.e. saucily) to me, "See Mom, those kids are going to school!" She was so affronted I wouldn't let her go.
Like it was my fault.
When I'm still holding out the slim hope they'll convert to all-day kindergarten here. Yes, still hoping.
Anyway, since she didn't have school the rest of the week, we decided to take one, last, end of summer fling.
And went to Boise.
Where I was pleasantly surprised.
By the foliage.
I was told there's lots to do, but knew there is no scenery on the way up, however, Boise has trees! Lots and lots of them, sometimes I thought I was back East again. And I didn't get a good picture.
Our very first day we hit the children's museum and had lots of fun. After my children let the dog out and tried to single-handedly ruin my cousin's almost brand-new (at least compared to ours), never-been-christened-by-children house, beginning with the carpet, an outlet, and a dried rose that I thought was from her wedding bouquet, or something equally important and irreplaceable, but turned out she didn't know where it came from. Mr Destructo was carrying a screw around (make your own conclusion on the potential damaging there) he'd procured from said outlet. Before I popped a vein from yelling and frantically tried to dab baby soap from the carpet (yes it made big suds) (and a bigger mess), my husband ushered us to the museum where they encourage messes.
After that, the girls dumped the boys for naps and we got to meet...
Jennifer Peterson and her handsome little men. 
You ever see those pictures of normal people with celebrities and the normal people look worse than ever and the celebrities look better than ever? Yeah, here's me with Jennifer. Me: normal; her: celebrity. Shes' even cuter in real life. 
Other than having a bad bang day (believe me, far worse than a bad hair day), my social skills completely deserted me and I found myself babbling about old pictures on my camera and the hair I have growing back from the last baby fall-out episode. I also spit a little ice cream on myself while talking and burped (albeit with my mouth closed and hand-covered). Yes, I topped myself.
Anyway, Jennifer's super nice and if you're in Boise, go meet her. Make sure your hair's looking good, believe me hers will.
I let Lexie loose with the camera...
Clearly I need a sport speed shutter.
Oh, and she had a cute red purse. Because I remember all the important details. Like not sneaking a picture of it.
Lexie's duty was getting the back of everyone's heads (without their knowledge--she was sneaky).
Yikes. I'm growing long-legged spiders.
That's my cute cousin Anna. (Not growing spiders, just a baby.)
