The '08-'09 school year is officially underway! I have never felt so old as I do today. All of our kids are in school now. We hesitated keeping Halle home for one more year. She is so little! I think our second guessing was because Kim didn't want to see her "Bubbies" leave her alone. The big day came and Kim mustered up as much courage as she could to walk her into her classroom and help her find her seat. Halle wasn't lucky enough to go to preschool so this was all new to her. I think Kim thought Halle would be a little more apprehensive about the whole thing so when it had only been 2 minutes since walking through the kindergarten door and Halle looked and Kim and told her "she could go home now." and "I'll be just fine". I think it broke Kim's heart - she definitely cried more than Halle.
I got nominated to take Halle to get her Kindergarten shots. It seems that Dads are supposed to be better at watching their kids in pain. Whatever. The whole appointment was going good. Ears, nose, throat, check the eyes. She knew what was coming. Every time the Doctor or Nurse came in she would ask if they had her shots. After all test were done the nurse informed me that she would be giving 5 shots today. The 2 nurses had no idea how tough of a little girl they were dealing with. One nurse had 2 syringes and the other had 3. Halle watched them do the first couple and when I told her to look up at me (I was holding her little hands that up to this point hadn't even flinched) she gave me that look like "how could you sit there and let them do this to me". I didn't realize it, but I guess one of the nurses told Halle that she was going to give her a certificate for Del Taco. As we walked out to the truck to leave I asked Halle why she was so brave? "Because I get Del Taco"

