Last Day of School 2024

The kids wrapped up 10th and 4th grade this week! I can't believe that Ava is halfway through high school, and G has only one more year left in elementary school. Where did the time go?

They've had a great start to summer...very relaxing and laid back over the last few days. Ava went to a party on Wednesday night (the last day of school), so G, Scott, and I went out for dinner...G's choice! Meanwhile, Scott and I plod along, working. No last day of school for us!

Only a little bit longer for him to order off of the kids menu...

G took the extra time in the morning to come in for snuggles before I had to get up for work

And of course, a piggyback ride before watching a movie on Friday night!

Bill Nye (the fish) didn't survive last weekend, so there were quite a few tears to manage. We made some improvements to the aquarium, so we're going to try again with new fish soon. I really think that fish are harder to take care of than a dog. Wish us luck with our new fishy friends!

It's the start of grad party season. Ava went to one last weekend, we went to Scott's nephew's on Saturday, and will go to his cousin's on Sunday. Ava's got another one she's looking forward to in a few weeks...and who knows what else will pop up. It's a great time to celebrate the achievements of all of these hard-working kids. Congrats to the class of 2024!

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