My baby girl started preschool!! There were lots of tears, teeth gnashing, anxiety, processing of emotions, etc. From me that is. Hannie, on the other hand, was just fine. She loves school and gives us detailed accounts of every single thing that goes on in the classroom. I miss her while she is gone... Although I know that within a few years I will be one of those Staples "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" moms, for now, this sums up my feelings...
To celebrate one of our last few days before The Big Day, we went to the zoo....
and Hannie LOVED her Open House and Orientation....
And here is the official MY FIRST DAY picture....This first month of school has been an eye opener for me...and expensive!! I wrote 7 checks in two days....School pictures, tuition, soccer fees, book fair, spirit wear, magazine sale....Yikes! Anybody looking for a kidney? I have an extra I may need to sell....
I wanted to give her teacher a big bottle of Tylenol on the first day of school, but H talked me into giving her the tradition apple (covered in carmel and M&M's of course!)
I got 99 problems but a witch aint one of'them......with her precious friend Ella.
And in other big news, she started soccer!
Matt thinks the whole thing is hysterical. At the first practice, two kids got their heads stuck in a net, one refused to step foot on the field but instead dug a giant hole on the sidelines, and the only one who can really play looks like Honey Boo Boo. Her mom gives her a mixture of Mountain Dew and Pixie stick before each game. Hannie mildly enjoys the game and refused to go onto the field without her doll and a small bag of goldfish crackers. It's going to be a long season.
Can you pick out Honey Boo Boo?
This is our pretty normal Friday night, bonfire and cook out at the farm. I personally think my BF looks super-hot in this picture. Nothin cuter than my guy hangin' with my best girl. I love fall!
Oh you know, just riding a swan.
She is 3, so she does the grocery shopping now.
Hangin' with her friend the night before An Orphan's Hope 5K, which I helped chair this year.
Running in her first kids race. We attended this event 2 years ago and I remember telling my friend Karen that we weren't sure she would ever walk. What a difference 2 years makes.
Painting pumpkins after the race...
Renaissance Festival with the cousins
I thought I would share this beautiful poem that a friend shared recently.
I am your parent you are my child
I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your audience, you are my clown
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish
I am your water wings, you are my deep
I am your open arms, you are my running leap
I am your way home, you are my new path
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake
I am your finish line, you are my race
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you.
Author: Maryann K Cusimano