What's wrong with this picture?

August 27, 2007

What's wrong with this picture?

It's my same Lucy-girl in both pictures.

In one she's starting Kindergarten.

In the other she's starting High School.

I can't tell which is which.

She looks exactly the same to me.

Deep breath.

Heavy sigh.

Welcome to our first day of ~~high~~ school.

(I'll have this whole Kindergarten/High School thing cleared up by recess, I'm sure. My meds will have worn off by then. =D)

Aug 27, 2007 12:03:40 AM | Homeschooling, My Kids, Scrapbooking

4 Comments

AWWW!! Happy first day of high school, Lucy!
A striped shirt would have been perfect. I love how she's wearing jeans and the same kind of shoes in both pictures! =D

Posted by: Amanda | August 27, 2007 at 07:21 AM

This post almost made me cry. Lucy is so cute, and so beautiful. God has blessed us with a lovely daughter.

- Eric

Posted by: Orange County Internet Marketing Consultant | August 27, 2007 at 08:42 AM

How cute is she? Pretty soon you will be posting a picture of her kid, maybe with a striped shirt on! Imagine that! Love you!

Posted by: Pam Pensiero | August 27, 2007 at 02:50 PM

you're absolutely correct, she looks exactly the same. :> Must be something to that notion of raising kids in such a way that their innocence is protected as long as possible....

Posted by: keb | August 30, 2007 at 06:49 AM

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