Jo Graduates from Kindergarten

I forgot my camera for the actual graduation program (this is my first kindergartener... didn't actually know it was a graduation!). But I took these pictures as soon as we got home. Be assured, Jo blew me a poison dart kiss when she accepted her diploma. Wish I had a picture of that. 

Danica was Jo's first friend from class and comes to play at least once a week. I'm grateful she's so outgoing and helps Jo make other friends too!

And everyone NEEDED to be in the picture.

Last day of school with Mrs. Miner.

Jo cried just about every day that last week of school. She loved kindergarten and her teacher. Just not the homework. I for one was excited to get a break from 8:30 drop offs each morning! Hooray for summer!

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Instead of blowing kisses the way we're all taught... with a flat hand for lift off... Jo's doing it her own way. She kisses her hand, rolls it into a fist with a small opening down the middle, and blows the kiss out through the hole. It's like a poison dart. Poison dart kiss. I love it.

Atticus is incapable of going to the bathroom without dropping to all fours and doing an animal run. He just  did it again. Only this time instead of running he did some sort of rabbit/kangaroo jump. All the way down the hall. Think of what a social outcast he'll be if he never out grows this. 30 years old. Church. Work. Everywhere. Running on all fours to the bathroom. Oh please bless.

Margaret is no respecter of persons when it comes to cuddling. She latches on to people and drowns them in her snuggles. Sometimes her kisses get a little more intimate than I'm comfortable with. But the stage is sweet.

For such a beautiful little baby Abigail is scary. I call her the "Scary Voice Baby" (It's like a super villain). EVERYONE comments on her growls. And she's got that deep laugh. So unexpected every time. She also keeps her feet up by her ears when shes relaxing. Because that's comfortable....

More kid stuffs (Hey, they are my life after all) and my attempt at using Andrew language correctly.

When I was pregnant with Tic the two names we debated between were Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes) and Atticus (from To Kill a Mockingbird). We chose the character we hoped our little boy would one day admire and try to be like. But right now the first name seems much more appropriate. LOL

So one of Ryan's sweet co-workers found a pattern online and made Atticus a little friend named Hobbes.

And they are indeed friends. It's a BROMANCE. You might not understand.

Posed and Adorable as always (except often between the hours of 7 and 8 PM...)

The Ab-i-dale on her totes adorbs (ha ha. ha ha ha ha!) quilt made by her Grandma Hoffman.

About 8 months.

Mag-a-dale Mag-a-dale in a dish.

We love her too much baby. She's cra cra. (seriously though, she is actually insane.)

Jo as "Mulan."

Besties for life.

One afternoon Jo pulled out her birthday gift from Grandma Strong- a stuffed animal maker. It might have been her FAV gift ever received. Nailed it!

Being an EXTREMELY sweet sister, as always (literally always, even between the hours of 7 and 8) she let Atticus make one of the two animals. Like a BOSS!

She named her Unicorn Banilla Ice Cream.

And she loves it. It is her new sleep buddy.

Tic also adores his new doggie, Clues Clues.

 

They dress up every day. This crew of pirates attacked shortly after lunch. So terrifying. YOLO.

Some serious bath time. It was EPIC.

I was going to use "LMAO" but .... cursing peeps... I don't usually do that... and that ain't none of your brosness! (Did that one work?!? Bit of a stretch?)