First Day Of School

Third grade. Something The Peddler and I have not done for a long time...get the boy off to school. Jennifer is somewhere in Oklahoma and she has trusted us to get Tucker off to his first day of school. What the heck was she thinking? Breakfast...done.

Teeth brushed...lunch packed...backpack packed.

Hair done (sort of) Sorry Jennifer. He'll look much more put together when you get home.


Now let's hope The Peddler doesn't forget to pick him up!

So, The Peddler and I have been in charge of this guy...

while his mother is on a sister/sister bonding trip all the way from South Carolina. I will admit that I was freaked out. What was I going to do with an 8 year old boy? What do they eat (especially Tucker), what do they do, how do you control them? O.K. got the picture...I freaked. I spent the week before Jennifer left asking questions. And then I found out...he's a kid, a very well behaved kid. Sure he has his mischievous times, but all in all a great kid.
He helped The Peddler mow his lawn today. As in Tuckers backyard and front yard. Not our yard.

He pushed, and he sweated. After all it was 100 degrees and humid for us Arizona people.

And eventually, this little boy got the job done. Tomorrow is another big jog. Tucker starts 3rd grade. And, The Peddler and I are taking him to school, taking pictures, packing a lunch, and hoping for the best!...and...we're loving it!

In case you've been wondering...

I have been spending alot of time with Dear Aunt Myrna (DMA) she has developed gangrene which is not a good thing. This is going to be a very trying time since I am the one and only person that is here to deal with it. Thank God for Hospice of The Valley!