Jeremy got out of bed twice last night – once at 9:15 and then again at 11:30 – to ask if it was time to get up for school yet. He was just sure he heard the sun rise.

Then this morning he asked me if I thought he looked like a first grader, to which I replied, “Most certainly.” He thought so too, but the confirmation helped.

Then he refused to let me walk him to class this morning because, “I’m in first grade, Mom. I don’t need you to walk me to class.” I barely got a “see ya” as he bounced out of the car and ran inside the school foyer. My work here is done.

Jackson was equally excited, though I must tell you those bags under his eyes are not Photoshopped. Lil’ J didn’t get his 14 hours of beauty sleep last night, so he suffered the annoyance of Jeremy’s perkiness until his big brother was dropped off and the two of us could yawn and talk about what a drag it is to get up early.

Bedtime tonight was promptly at 7:30.