The first day of school didn't go the way I thought it would have. First of all, K had a big black eye. His brand new shoes were not so brand new anymore. We went up the canyon last night for dinner with some family and friends. He wore all his new stuff and ruined them. He and A also ran into each other resulting with a nasty injury to his cheek bone and eye. He was still a few inches shorter than the other boys, dangit. And I didn't cry like I thought I would have and saw that plenty of other parents were. I did choke up when I saw my friends balling but I have been not looking forward to handing my child to the state for a while now and preparing myself to miss him a lot. He is my first born and I've really enjoyed having him around all the time. It makes me want to be at school with him to just be a part of his day. Well at the end of school I was expecting him to tell me every little detail. Nope. He couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to tell me very much. I was able to pry some stuff out but I'll just have to get involved somehow.