Yes, I'm ready for school to start. I'm excited for the "break." It will be easier to do errands and keep the house tidy with fewer kids. I imagine there will be moments of quiet (and I LOVE quiet).
We went up to the school today to see the class lists. Both of the kids have been anxious about who will be in their class and who their teachers will be. Reed was pleased to find out that he has two friends in his class. Sophie was relieved that she got the teacher she wanted. I caught her quickly wipe a tear when she located her name. In that moment, I was reminded that I'm not going to be there when school starts. I will miss lots of things. I cannot control who is nice to them and who is not. I cannot hug them when they are sad. I cannot play with them at recess when they can't find a friend. I cannot cheer them on when they need a little encouragement. I won't know every detail of their day.
Despite all of that, I have lots of hopes for this school year. I hope that they will make new friends. I hope they will be kind. I hope they will respect their teachers. I hope they will ask lots of questions. I hope they won't write on all their clothes with dry erase markers (Reed). I hope they will eat the lunch I pack them. Mostly, I hope they will be happy.
I'll be there at the end of the day asking all kinds of annoying questions and counting down the days until summer comes.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Baby Musings
It was another first birthday party! I love a good party theme, and we all had fun prepping the house in The Very Hungry Caterpillar decor. The kids spent the afternoon coloring the big pictures for the windows. The baby seemed totally confused (as most one year olds are). She gave us blank stares as we sang, cheered, and ripped open presents. She was all about the cake though. She loves her treats!
Mia's Cupcakes designed the "cake" and it was even better than I imagined! Yummy too!
If you're still reading this, notice the beautiful balloons on the side. I took the kids (all of them) to the party store to get balloons. We chose an assortment of colors and waited patiently (okay, no one was patient) as they were assembled into two "floor displays." I walked out with two beautiful "floor displays" and as soon as we got to the van I began to panic. The were instantly tangled together. I wasn't quite sure what my strategy would be to get them untangled and into the car. Seems like it shouldn't be that difficult, right? I had Sophie buckle the little kids and began the long process of trying to shove them into every area of the van. I've never really purchased or transported large quantities of balloons prior to this event and I will tell you it was quite an ordeal. They started popping, and it was like someone was firing several gunshots. The little kids were screaming. The baby was terrified. I was using some "choice words." I was sweating, yelling different strategies at the kids who were trying to help me. I asked a woman walking by if she had any ideas how to get them in and she just kept walking--avoiding all eye contact. I hardly blame her. It must have been quite a scene. We made it home with fewer balloons. Lesson learned.
Mia's Cupcakes designed the "cake" and it was even better than I imagined! Yummy too!
If you're still reading this, notice the beautiful balloons on the side. I took the kids (all of them) to the party store to get balloons. We chose an assortment of colors and waited patiently (okay, no one was patient) as they were assembled into two "floor displays." I walked out with two beautiful "floor displays" and as soon as we got to the van I began to panic. The were instantly tangled together. I wasn't quite sure what my strategy would be to get them untangled and into the car. Seems like it shouldn't be that difficult, right? I had Sophie buckle the little kids and began the long process of trying to shove them into every area of the van. I've never really purchased or transported large quantities of balloons prior to this event and I will tell you it was quite an ordeal. They started popping, and it was like someone was firing several gunshots. The little kids were screaming. The baby was terrified. I was using some "choice words." I was sweating, yelling different strategies at the kids who were trying to help me. I asked a woman walking by if she had any ideas how to get them in and she just kept walking--avoiding all eye contact. I hardly blame her. It must have been quite a scene. We made it home with fewer balloons. Lesson learned.
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