Don't Blink

Scene: Morning of the second day of school; I am waking Caden up.
"Hey buddy, its time to go to GinaMary's for daycare"
"No Momma, I want to go to school, to preschool!"
"Sorry buddy, your not big enough yet"
"Yes mom. I is big now....see" {Stretches legs out in the air to show me}
Fast forward 30 minutes; dropping Izze off at school (after leaving a pouting Caden at daycare as he watched his friends go to preschool and he didn't--MOM GUILT)
"Bye Fa-shizza, have a good day"
"Bye mom, see you after school!" {looks around to see who's watching BEFORE she gives me a kiss}
So I walk to my car and climb in and turn the radio on.
The song "Don't Blink" is playing.
And here comes the tears....they flow.....and flow...... and flow.

First Day Jitters

Back to school is painful. Even for those teacher that enjoy it, its an adjustment.
I love my job. I wouldn't trade it for the world. There are days in the summer where I could run screaming from children and bang on the doors of the school begging them to let me work. But when your alarm starts to ring those first few days its tough.And "first day jitters" are not just for kids.
Today I went back to school as a specialist. Teaching computers. I love to be on a computer, so I'm excited about this. At first I mourned the loss of having my "own" class and kids, but there are far to many benefits to do so for long. Today was an AWESOME first day. The world of a specialist flies by. SO many kids, SOO many faces, SOOO few minutes with them.
And now that Kevin got me OUT from under the bed, I'm sure glad he did!

Kindergarten

Its offical, I have an elementary student in my family!

How did that happen????
Here were her two preschool picture.

And here she is today!!!!

From #2 to only child

Sunday morning Izze went to stay with Nana and Papa. Caden came home around lunch (from playing with Gayle) and didn't even mention the fact that she was gone. He went about his entire day not asking about her and enjoying being the lone child.
About 15 minutes before bedtime I looked around the basement and noticed the mess that Caden and Daddy had made. I told him someone needed to "clean up this mess".
He looked around the room and said "Not me, not you, not dad. Izze do it."
I pointed out that Izze isn't here to clean up. He thought for a minute.
"Izze do it when she come home"
The first thing he said about her all day...and apparently all she is good for is cleaning up his mess.

Summer comes and summer goes

Its almost time for school to start! UGG where does the summer go?!
I feel like it just started. We were gone more then we were home during June and July. Which isn't something to complain about, yet I feel like I lost a ton of summer because of it! At least I have maternity leave to look forward to :-)
I get a change this year. When I go back, I will not have a class of my own. I will instead have 12. 12 classes of students learning computer! It will be different. I am sad to lose my "own" class but super excited with what being a "specialist" could bring. Wish me luck.
Izze girl is starting KINDERGARTEN. How did THAT happen?! I'm super excited. I know some moms get sad, but I'm really not. I'm proud and happy. She's sooo smart and I can't wait to see what she will learn!!!
Caden heads back to daycare at "Mary Ginas" He needs it. Structure. Someone who tells him no. His momma's no good at that. Its not my fault though, its those dang toddler briefs that he runs around in. How cute. Why is it tighty whiteys are sooo dang adorable on a 3 year old and look just absolutely rediculous on grown men? Either way, those little unders he's learnign to wear, they win my heart all too easily.
Baby Zuppa (we have dubbed her after the thing, the only thing, i have craved this pregnancy) is cookin away. Still about 15 ish weeks go go? I'm sure they will fly by!

Where to put it?!

I'm 12 weeks pregnant and as I look around my house, I honestly wonder where we will put it.
Every extra inch is covered in toys.
There isn't much I love more then a good toy purge, but when I just sat down to do it, I honestly almost started crying. I just dont know what to do. I have a donate bucket, a garbage bucket, a send to grandma's bucket and anything we are keeping is going to be immediately put away (if it doesnt have a spot its NOT staying).
Yet I sit in front of that pile and just stare. I have no motivation for anything but crying. I just want it to go away.
If you can make it go away, I will pay you. Big money. I'm to the point that I can see how a one would want to burn their house to the floor and just start from scratch.
WE just did a toy purge at Christmas, a big one. HOW in the world did it multiply so fast? And how to I make sure it doesn't keep happening. How do I get this sorted and down to minimal clutter again when looking at it causes such depression I want to go to my room and never come back out.
Lord, is there a prayer for THIS!?

Eloquance

I was looking for a quote to sum how I feel today.
I've always loved:

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

So I searched for Eleanor Roosevelt and found so many quotes it was

hard to choose which best fit my mood today.

“Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people”
“Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do and damned if you don't.”
“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.”
“The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences.”
“Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.”

What I found most importantly today was that Eleanor Roosevelt=Eloquence

Silly little man

Caden did something that made Kev mumble "I guess I just need lower expectations"
To which Caden replied very insulted: "No! I'm NOT the lorax" (pronounced low ex)

Oh My

Today I had one of those moments with Izze that made me think: there will be an age when I will NOT want to hear my daughter say this to a boy.
Playing with her friend today Izze whispers to him in her best conspirator voice:
You be the horse and I'll pretend to ride you.
Deep breath mom. Deep breath!
I'm telling you if she was FOURteen instead of FOUR saying that in that voice; we would have a WHOLE different situation on our hands!

Kevs Kryptonite

Kevin is BEYOND ticklish under his arms.
Its to the point we can almost make a grown man cry.
This delights Izze and I to no end.We will spend countless minutes tickling dad and giggling like a bunch of fools; to the point that he almost gets mad. That just makes us laugh harder.
The best part of the whole ordeal is that when Izze laughs.........Izze farts!
So it becomes like a torture chamber full of gas and tickles.
Being a frequent farter myself, I am immune to most and just laugh harder.
Poor Kev. The abuse he endures from his girls.
Oh the simple joys of life!