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First Week of School

Monday was Finn and Sam's first day of the 2014 school year.  Finn is now in K4 and Sam in K2.  Before leaving for the big day, we took our annual "first day of school" photo.  Last year Finn wanted to be a dinosaur.  This year he has at least picked something manageable.

Sam had a harder time with this exercise.  The only thing Sam wants to do when he grows up is PLAY. Isn't that what we all want to do?  How original Sam.

Wednesday was the first Chapel day of the year.  Since Sam is only two years old he doesn't have to wear the chapel uniform on Wednesdays.

I am often amazed at how finicky Finn is about smells.  This child can smell a sweaty armpit from a mile away.  He is also totally grossed out by sweat.  He won't let us touch him after we workout.  This morning after my workout I decided to sit on the couch for a few minutes and recover.  About that time Finn and Sam come hobbling down the stairs in search of breakfast. Finn runs right over to me and gives me a big hug.  He immediately pulls back and tells me that I smell so bad that he thinks he might throw-up.  He goes on to tell that even though I stink SOOOO bad, he still loves me.  Good to know that I'm not raising a snob. (Yes, that's sarcasm). 


  1. Aw Sam, you are just like your aunt Em. How cute do they look!!! Precious boys

  2. Well Finn will not have a job that is labor intensive when he grows up....maybe policemen don't sweat....................


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