Another year slips away

I went to my son's school this morning to drop off some supplies for an end-of-the-year art project they will be doing next week.  As I walked in the door, the thought occurred to me that this may be the last time I enter Electa Quinney Elementary School.  After next week, both of my kids will have finished their time at the school (which includes first through fourth grades).  How can that be possible?

When we moved to Wisconsin eight years ago, Quinney was the big, dark, scary school down the block.  My tiny young kids wouldn't be there for years and years.  Blink.  Now they're both done.

All the field trips, math homework (and the tears that came with it), the glacier projects, the invention convention...all done.

I don't remember where I first heard this phrase, but it sums up parenthood very well:
The days are long, but the years are short.


On to the bigger, scarier Riverview Middle School.  (ok....it's probably not all that scary to look at, but when I think that my kids are old enough to be there, it sure scares me!)

I just do what I'm told.

My daughter made this sign when she lost an earring the other day.

We found the earring....I may leave the sign on for a while.