Back to School

If these photos look similar to those on the last blog, it's because they were taken at the exact same place, for the exact same reason, but on a different day.  Apparently when you have a child, you are expected to attend the birthday parties of every kid whose parents might have had some contact with you at some point in your life.  I have also learned that there are very few places to have a birthday party for a toddler in this town.  I actually feel a little cheap that we just had Ethan's party at the house.  All things considered, I can never get enough pizza and cake.  Ethan was more interested in the jumping castle and playing basketball than the food.  Those are Sesame Street stickers on his face and legs.  I don't know why they are there.

I started writing this a couple of days ago.  I got sidetracked, and now I have completely forgotten what I was going to write about.  It looks like I covered the birthday party already.  Based on the title, I may have had some commentary on going back to school.  I don't know if there was something specific there, or what.  I guess I will just wing it.  Here's what I can tell you about this time of year.  My drive to work in the morning becomes exponentially longer.  I guess that everyone that lives between my house and the school is either a teacher or driving their kid to school.  None of these cars are on the road in the summer.  There are a few kids hanging out on the corner in the morning waiting for the bus.  I guess their parents have jobs.  Another thing I had to hear about all week is how people are sad that their kids are grown up and going to school.  I personally cannot wait for my kid to go to school.  I will feel like I am getting a fat raise.  Daycare pricing is ridiculous.  Actually, for the number of hours they watch my child every week, it's a bargain.  School is essentially free, except for the taxes which I am already paying.  I have been told by everyone I know that I will be sad when my kid starts school, but I just don't see it.  Since he has gone to daycare since he was about four months old, I don't really see much difference.  We actually refer to the daycare as school anyway.  Ask me about all of this again in three years and I will let you know how I feel then.  As for now, school is just another step toward getting him out of my house.  And yes, I do love my child.

I know these pictures are almost the same.  I liked them because it actually looks like he is playing something resembling real basketball.  I have purposefully left out the other 100 pictures I took.  There is one or two more on Facebook for those so inclined.