Tuesday, May 31, 2011

One year ago today

Perhaps there was a reason I wasn't blogging back then?

They sure come up with some crazy things.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day

Memorial Day is supposed to be a day to remember fallen soldiers, but we spent it like so many others did- picnicking and shopping. I'm not sure how this day became associated with Barbecue (or picnic breakfasts in my case) and an extra 25% off if you spend $50 at Children's Place, but I guess it is what it is.

Here are the girls participating in the 3 legged race at the picnic we went to.

And here they are lounging in the hammock somebody strung up. This is probably some sort of milestone since I don't think they've every been in a hammock before, so just in case that's true, yay for hammocks!

Because we can't just do one lengthy activity and call it a day we headed on over to the outlet mall so David could watch the girls play and I could shop. We were both very successful with our respective activities. Although a certain someone was not quite as happy with my haul as I was. All I can say is that I can't help it that the children keep growing! And Elizabeth's elementary school next fall is a uniform school, so I'm certainly not going to be sprinting around the first week of August (first day of school is August 8th!) competing with the other moms for uniform bits and pieces. Not when there's an extra 40% off clearance items to be had!

At any rate, the girls got to play for quite a while, and after all the fun they had at the picnic, they were done in.

And very sweaty.

We had a great (although exhausting) day off work though, and we're sad that we have to go back to work tomorrow because we really love hanging out with those little girls of ours. Not too sad though I guess, because our family economy kind of requires two incomes.

Hope you had a great Memorial Day too! And bonus points to you if you found a member of the military to thank for their service!

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Little Valedictorian

I suppose its unreasonable to be proud that your daughter was named Valedictorian of her preschool. After all it's certainly not because she somehow excelled at school. She came into preschool already reading well, and she's gotten better/faster since, and she has definitely learned new things since starting school (the months of the year, how to count to one thousand), but she's not perfect by any means. It took her until the very last second to earn all her punches on her Positive Behavior Card after all. And she was always the last to finish her lunch since she was too busy talking to eat. And she's so tall and skinny that any pants that are long enough for her won't stay up on her hips, and she won't wear a belt, so she pantsed herself on the playground enough times that the boys in her class stopped even batting an eyelash when they saw her undies, but she was still known as The Girl Who is Always Showing Her Underwear.

Poor child.

On an unrelated note, I adore her hair. Thank you David for the curly haired gene! And also the girls' eyelashes.
Also, I need a better camera someday.

Anyway, I was unreasonably proud that she got such a big part in the graduation ceremony and she pulled it off without a glitch. She may have said her goodbyes at a slightly accelerated rate, but not fast enough to be any kind of problem. Oh yes, and she looked adorable:

Of course seeing her in a graduation cap and gown (which for the record was a much higher quality that either my high school or college graduation robes), just made me dread how fast the next several years are going to go. She had her kindergarten placement screening Friday morning, and has been extremely ready for kindergarten to start ever since. Between that and Lilli constantly asking me if she is 4 yet ("no? will I be four tomorrow?") and can go to preschool yet, these girls are growing up on me too fast. And THEN, tonight our neighbors, who also happen to be our friends, stopped by and all the kids were running around shrieking in the front yard and Elizabeth ran up to us and said "AAAAAAAH! C says he's going to kiss me if he catches me!", and then proceeded to taunt C with "you can't kiss me, you can't kiss me" in the way that also sounds like "please catch me!" and I had visions of the future that I'm not ready for.

So, lately I'm a bubbling mixture of pride and distress and emotions I haven't quite identified.

Being the mama of a 5 year old is hard work!

(super cute school picture from this spring)

Thursday, May 26, 2011

It goes so fast...

Talk about a time warp. Only 3 posts ago I was talking about a certain young missy's first day of preschool. Well, today was her last day. She seems to be mostly taking it in stride, but I'm a little broken up about it. This is more AGING that she is doing. We start Kindergarten on August 8th. We've already gone to the orientation. KINDERGARTEN. SHE WILL BE 6 IN SEPTEMBER. The next thing I know she will be in COLLEGE. Then she will get married. Then she will have babies. WHICH WILL MAKE ME A GRANDMOTHER.

Yeah. I'm not taking it so well.

They gave her a nice little tote bag with her picture on it and a portfolio of some of the art and projects she did this year, as well as a copy of her kindergarten readiness assessment, and a preschool diploma.

See my adorable little graduate?
I kind of feel like I should have sent out announcements.

Tomorrow night is graduation and I'm excited for her, but also a little apprehensive because she has a fairly large part in the program because she reads very well. Although reading skill turned out to be pointless because she memorized her part, but that means she won't want to have her paper up there with her, AND MAMA IS NERVOUS.

Here's what she's saying:

Welcome everybody,
We welcome everyone.
We're so glad to see you,
And so pleased that you have come.
Down there sit our Mothers
With Daddies by their sides.
And all are pleased, as pleased as "PUNCH"
And bursting, too, with pride.

Today we heard some Mothers,
But they didn't mean us to,
Say that they'd be nervous
Until our parts are through.
But please don't worry, Mommies
We'll never let you down.
And when our program's through you'll say,
"You're the best kids in town".

Then there's all kind of stuff in the middle, that I'm a little lost on, and then she is doing the closing:

There's a parting speech that big folks make
And its called VALEDICTORY
But why they pick big words like that
Is more than I can see.

And now we'll make our parting speech
In words so very few
They come to you straight from our hearts,
"Goodbye, goodbye to you!"

It kind of seems like a lot to me, but when she's said it for me she's done it flawlessly. I'm still nervous though, because that is my job.

Lilli has gotten it into her head that since Elizabeth is done with preschool now, she gets to start. Like right now, not next fall. She was disappointed to learn that she isn't turning 4 tomorrow. She knows she has to be 4 to go to preschool, and she's smooshed it all together in her little head. I'm in no rush though, because even though that one gets mad if you call her little, she still likes to cuddle up and have me play "Baby Lilli" with her. And since she's all the baby I have left, I'm going to hold onto that as long as she'll let me.


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Spin Cycle: Reunion Time

Do you know that its been so long since I blogged that I had forgotten how to link a site? Which was almost a tragedy because tonight's post is part of the Spin Cycle over at Sprite's Keeper.

The fabulous Keeper (who once upon a time was only my virtual friend, but after a delightful twist of fate and geography is happily also my friend in Real Life) was debating whether to restart the spinning, and I kind of promised that if she did I would start blogging again. I admit that I have kind of missed it, and I'm not finding Frontierville quite as fulfilling as I used to, so making rash promises was a good excuse to fire myself back up.

So clearly the direction of my spin should be towards the joys of reuniting with my blog. But since I'm not sure how long I'll stick to it, I thought I'd tell you about my 5 year high school reunion and my ambivalence to the whole reunion thing (There has since been a 10th, but since I was about to pop out a baby, I was in no shape to fly up to Ohio and so I have no clue how it went).

I got married the summer after I graduated from Ohio State. So at my reunion, which was at some non-memorable restaurant, I was a fresh young thing who hadn't even been married a full year. As a result I really enjoyed the fact that at the reunion David walked around with "Her husband" on his name tag the whole night. As not too many of my classmates were married at that point, I got a little thrill of being one of the few there with a husband. At least until one of my classmates who'd skipped the whole college thing and gone straight to the marriage and babies thing started flashing pictures of her daughter. That kind of burst my bubble since I was already pretty baby hungry. Which was too bad because that was pretty much the only enjoyable part of the reunion.

Unlike a lot of people, I had a pretty good time in high school. Not because I was the queen of popularity or anything, but I did things I liked, didn't do anything I didn't want to do because I thought it would somehow increase my status, and I had a nice sized group of true friends. So I didn't spend those 4 years miserably, but unfortunately some of my friends did. They graduated and never looked back, and some of them wouldn't have minded if our school burnt down with several members of the student body inside. So unfortunately very few people that I actually wanted to see (I used to be even worse at keeping in touch with people then I am now) came to our 5 year reunion. What's the point of reuniting with people that you never cared about in high school, and who didn't care about you (although suddenly at the reunion you are the person they were most hoping to see), when you can't even remember most of their names?

If it's just to try and one up each other on how we're all doing, I don't have time for that.

I will leave you with the lyrics to my favorite Jennifer Marks song, which says it pretty perfectly, but one note: My true reunion with the people I cared about in high school actually came through Facebook. I may never see them in person again, but at least I can "like" their status updates and comment on their photos and make sure they're doing well. That's my kind of reunion.

Words and music by Jennifer Marks & Ana GuiGui (borrowed from here. Go get it from iTunes because you will love the music)

If I wanted to know about your life
I would have called you on the phone
I would have let my fingers do the walking
If you wanted to prove you still had hair
I'm sorry I don't care
Hope my ambivalence doesn't disappoint you
I find myself asking why I even came
I'm choking on my answers
Then and NOW's the same
Why am I at my High School Reunion?

Did you hear that Trisha she had kids?
She wasn't married when she did
And Daryl is still living with his parents
And the home coming queen got fat
I could have told you that
I think she had it coming
So many people I don't remember names
It doesn't really matter
Then and NOW’s the same
But here I am
At my High School Reunion

I should have thrown this invitation out the window
Ripped it up instead of torturing myself
I was looking and I thought I found some answers
I talked to everyone
I'm Bored, I'm bored, I'm really, really bored

You know that Wendy got hers done
And they are not even
And now she's suing
But still she went and liposuct and even got a tuck
But I'm not sure I see a difference
So many rumors
Nothing ever changed
I feel so indifferent
Then and NOW's the same
But Here I am
At my High School Reunion


Now head on over to Sprite's Keeper and be a part of the Spin Cycle reunion!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Hey there!

So how have you been?

Let's call this an anti-climatic return to blogging, but some little anecdotes are just too long for a Facebook Status Update. Am I right?

Bedtime Story by Lilli-who-will-be-four-in-July

Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived in a cave. One day his cave caught on fire! He got almost all of his stuff out except for his couch and it all burned up. The dragon was very sad. BUT! Super Princess Lilli came with her hose and a couch and she put out the fire and put the couch in the cave and watered it. The dragon was so happy that he gave her a big hug and said she was the best super princess ever!

The End

I think she's a pretty good story teller, don't you?