I have had such mixed feelings the last few days. Alyssa had her first day of ALL DAY school. I was so excited for her to start and by about noon I was calling Gentry to tell him I was sad she was gone. She has my mother in law for a teacher and I asked her when she got home what she called her. She told me she called her "Mrs. Mikesell." I thought she might call her Grandma, but I guess she wanted to be like the other students. She is pretty lucky to have her Grandma for her teacher. Cyndy is the best first grade teacher and hopefully next year she can have my mom for her 2nd grade teacher. (At least I know she's in good hands while she's at school.)
Then to top it all off this morning, I was looking at her tooth and asked if I could pull it out and she said yes, so I gave it a little push and it popped right out. She started gagging, (she thought it broke off in her mouth.) and I grabbed the tooth. It was pretty funny. Then after I pulled it out I almost started to cry because she is so grown up. What is my problem? I thought I would be excited for her to grow up. I think I am a mental case.
Alyssa LOVES first grade, and her new teacher(Grandma Cyndy.) She loves eating lunch at school too! She said the lunch was really yummy. That's good right?
PS I'm still going private, but I thought I'd give you slow pokes another day or two to get me your email addresses!




