It's been a hectic few days, between the double birthday, a whirlwind visit by the Oregon grandparents and multiple trips to the vet to manage a bit of a health crisis had by our eleven year old golden retriever, Ruby (because, you know, never a dull moment!). Let's just say that involved opening a vet credit card (a first for us-woo-hoo!), a hefty bag of medication and a large box of rubber gloves. In other news, Erin is the best vet technician out there as she gamely agreed to administer all medications (bless her, truly).
In the midst of all of this? Ellie graduated from kindergarten. And of course, wore a crown for the occasion. Because, why not?
Technically, school isn't over yet and won't be for a few more weeks, so she's still a kindergartener. But last Friday morning, we all gathered in the ten thousand degree "multi-purpose room" (see my shiniest forehead ever, above) at her school to watch about sixty, five and six year olds sing such favorites as "Bye, Bye Baby Tooth" and "The ABC Song."
Unlike Leo's kindergarten graduation three years ago, there was no cap wearing or "Pomp and Circumstance" playing (Thank goodness because, A) Seems a bit much for five year olds and B) My delicate, emotional constitution simply can't take it). As it was, there were tears.
But I was pretty good. I only cried a little.
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