Junior High?!!

Thank heaven I experienced all my anxiety about Landon going to Junior High back in March when I first received mail from the school regarding class selection, immunizations and an open house. Landon had been giving us some attitude at that time, and I was feeling seriously panicked about this next stage of his life (and ours as parents).

Fortunately, we went to the open house at the Junior High which put my fears to rest and made me excited instead of worried for him. Also instrumental in putting my mind to rest, was the life-changing service project that turned Landon from a lippy pre-teen to a super sweet, service-oriented, almost too good to be true sort of boy. Phew!


So when Monday morning rolled around and we had to go to the Junior High to pay $51 in class fees (#$@!), I was cool as a cucumber (they are notoriously cool).


Then again that evening when we went to the Junior High for back-to-school night I felt totally calm. We familiarized ourselves with the map, found all his classes, tried out his locker (at least 4 times for good measure) and felt the energy of this new adventure.


It's amazing how quickly my locker-opening skills came back to me, even though it has been 20 years since I've had to use one, I was able to walk him through it like not a day had passed.


The classrooms were all in order and Landon was very happy to see the BYU football poster on the wall of his history class.


So Tuesday morning was his big first day and he was READY! He had woken up on his own at 6:00am, showered, eaten breakfast and was all but out the door when I got up at 7:15.


We had plenty of time for some early morning photos, including this one of his very faded name on his backpack which he has had since kindergarten!


It seems just like yesterday that Randy and I excitedly got him ready for his first day of kindergarten.

I'm going to O.D. on nostalgia!

The backpack was laughably ginormous on him then, so seeing it on him now really hit me with how much he has changed (cue tears).

Obviously he was excited!

I love it that he knew I'd still be taking pictures as he walked away.


I ended up driving over to stake out the bus situation. This is the first time he has ever had to ride a bus to school, so that seemed noteworthy. Not a bad view eh?


I made our traditional first-day-of-school chocolate chip cookies for him and Whitney made this cute sign with acorn paper weights.

He had a great day and came home feeling like he knew where everything was already (it's a BIG school).

**Do you remember your first day of 7th grade?
Do your kids ride a bus?
Do you have a tendency to O.D. on nostalgia?**

Comment Window Tidbit: Writing this post and being able to reference two of my previous posts made me feel overwhelmed with happiness for the beauty of blogging. All of these things would have been forgotten if I hadn't written them down, and since I'm not a dedicated journal-writer when it comes to traditional journals, it is amazing how blogging has made me a dedicated documenter and I love that!