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School starts next week and Isella will be one kid short at home as Sophia starts Kindergarten. This makes me so proud and so frightened at the same time. I know Sophie will do great but I am expecting a few more notes sent home this year. Andrew will be a junior this year, also a proud/frightening moment and Michelle will be in 3rd grade and officially smarter than Dad in math. Back to school time can be a very emotional time for parents, at least for wimps like me because they are going somewhere where they have to fend for themselves and I can't be there in the background when some punk kid is mean to them. At least I get a warm up by leaving for work each day, I can only imagine how Isella must feel being with them 24/7 since birth. At least I have the comfort of knowing that I only have to do this one more time.