Oh, momming. It's the most awesomely hard, yet amazing job there is. It's this incredible journey that I am finding is full of joy, fun and promise, and yet, can sometimes be an unwelcome trip down memory lane.
When I first became a mom with Gavin, and then again with Grace, I remember holding them as newborns and being so filled with love. I remember
I've never been the friend who sets up the plans or calls the group to get together. Grace, at the age of five, is quite determined to change that.
Last week, she came home, slipped me her friend's mom's number and told me to call her to set up a play date.
Three things were wrong with this:
1 - I don't know the girl
So, here we are...at the end of Grace's second week of Kindergarten.
And it's ending with a note from the teacher to me letting me know what a character she is.
Oh my. She really is the opposite of her brother. At the end of HIS second week of Kindergarten, he came bouncing off the bus with a certificate saying what a good role
Grace and I had a nice first morning of Kindergarten - woo hoo! I think she was ready. We've been talking about it all summer and Gavin has been giving her "tips" for the past two weeks.
We picked out her outfit yesterday. She wanted to wear a dress and two ponytails. Done.
Knowing that the playground where she'd recess had mulch (or bark chips
This time last year, we sent Gavin off to Kindergarten and we were all nervous. This week, we sent him off to First Grade, and we were all excited. To put it in blog terms, I wrote four blogs about the two-day week that started Kindergarten. This year, I am writing one - and it's the end of the first week. Hahaha - what a
I got a message from the mom of one of Gavin’s friends this week.
Her son and Gavin were horsing around in the back seat of the mini-van on the way to camp, and ...wait for it...wait for it...you got it: Gavin lost a tooth. If you're guessing this wasn't a mere coincidence - that Mother Nature didn't decide that exact moment was the perfect
Gavin and I were in Target and he burped out loud in the aisle.
I told him that was impolite, especially in front of the pretty girl at the end of the aisle. (I don't know why that matters - haha. I am trying to work some angles to raise a gentleman here, and figured I'd secretly rope this poor gal into my stellar
Gavin and I just ran to the store to drop a package at the Post Office and pick up a few things for dinner. On the way in, he said, "Wait! We're going to Bales?" I said, "Yes, we're going to Bales." He did a little jump / fist pump action and said, "YES! Maybe you'll get my sack."
No idea what he
On a recent family outing, Grace shouted, "OH MY GOODNESS - LOOK AT THAT HUGE WORM."
(It's in the grass between the lease sign and the yellow power line in case you missed it. Oh, and obviously, it's not a worm. It's a pipe.)
Some of my favorite things in life at the moment are my kids' art projects.
Listen, I know I am not raising Van Gogh or O'Keefe here. And I know their art projects are presh probably really only to me... and maybe Kenny. (Haha.)
But Grace is hilarious with her art and I have to share. She vacillates wildly - like sometimes I am not sure