Yesterday was the first day of school. Annie was so thrilled to join her classmates in the kindergarten. It is hard to fathom that my baby really is a big kindergartner. When Carla first entered kindergarten, I remember thinking how very big she was then, and yet now that Annie is that age, I still think she’s a tiny little thing.

We’ve been on our feet walking a lot, since the car is still being repaired from its little run in with the deer. I would normally enjoy walking but my ankle is acting up, plus it has been HOT! I am really proud that in spite of needing a longer time for getting to school (it’s about a mile away), we were on time, with a few minutes to spare! I also walked home a load of groceries this week, pulling them in a little red wagon. My CSA delivery also came home this week on the power of my feet, dragged along in a little shopping cart. Cammy came with me, and it was really pretty pleasant, walking and chatting at night as we went to get our fruit and veggies delivery.

There was one sad moment on the first day of school. As we walked up to the school, scads of Carla’s friends saw her and screamed their delight, surrounding her with hugs and gleeful mirth. Annie saw all these big girls and clearly expected that they would greet her in the same way. Instead, Carla disappeared into the school with her buddies and Annie was left behind, holding her arms out as if ready to receive a big hug. Luckily, just as I thought she was going to be scarred for life, a classmate of Annie’s that she knows was suddenly there and they greeted one another heartily and all was well. It was one of those moments where I thought: Ah! It’s hard being the little sister, overshadowed by and preceeded by the popular and famous big sister!

But I need not be too concerned. Before long, Annie was all over school with her 5 and 6 year old peers, and looked like she fit in just perfectly.

The fun has officially begun!