Easton started first grade yesterday. He was SO excited. All day Sunday he kept saying "I can't believe I get to go to school tomorrow!" But then on Monday morning at 6, he woke up and came and told me "I'm actually a little scared mom." He watched a tv show and then went back to bed for like 45 minutes. When he woke back up he seemed totally fine, so we got ready and took him to school. And he was so big and brave - went right into class, found his place and started doing work. And I was okay too. :) The night before I got a little teary as I was helping him pack his lunch and during their school blessings from Seth (Cole starts kindergarten in a week), but overall, I'd say I was a very brave mom.
