Preschool Prepared

Krista carefully picked out her outfit to wear to her first day of Preschool. With one minor adjustment from shorts to jeans on this cool day, she was set.

She's more nervous about school than I thought she would be. She keeps telling me that it's going to be "boring" and she's afraid I'm not going to pick her up. It didn't help that it comes after summer break, where she was not going to Sunday school or Reading Time at the library - her sole entertainment came from her home life. Now she has to abandon that comfort and go into the unknown.

Good luck to my baby girl - you'll do wonderful!

News Flash

Krista: Is getting ready for Pre-School starting on Wednesday. She also starts her dance classes again on the 14th, for which she is most excited. She got two new pairs of shoes, as she continues to grow at exceedingly alarming rates.. Her favorite activities are: coloring, playing princesses (either live action or polly pocket version) and creating spontaneous dance moves.

Gabriel: Is still not potty trained. He is "afraid" of his potty chair. Although, we are making baby steps and he will sit on the open potty chair with his pants on now.. He did have to give up the pacifier about a month ago and is finally "over" it. His favorite activities are: blowing bubbles/spilling his drinks, cutting the pickle and mowing/vacuuming.

Logan: Is starting to crawl, finally. He's definitely not fast and furious, well at least not fast... He's still a Mama's boy and cries whenever I leave the room, unless M&M's are involved. His favorite activities are: EATING, clapping and shaking his head no-no-no.

Interrupted Night Sleep

Ahh.. a trend of "let's wake up Mommy" has begun in our house... last night I was interrupted:

1. Logan rolled over and got his leg stuck in an uncomfortable position.

Get up, flip baby over, stick paci in baby mouth... see toddler wake up, tell toddler to go back to sleep.

2. Gabriel begins talking, loudly. Random things Gabriel says, "I go back to bed. I went to the zoo. I like orange juice."

Get up open the kids' bedroom door a crack, "GABRIEL! Lay down and go to sleep and be quiet!"

3. Husband has a cold and begins snoring.

Pushes husbands shoulder and he turns and snores quieter.

4. Ansel jumps up from dog bed, knocks over food bowl and tiny round pieces of food roll across the wood floor.

Does nothing, except make a small snorting sound.

5. One of two black cats currently living with me meowing loudly in the distance.

Wonders if a cat is trapped in a closet? Does nothing as the meowing stops.

Here's hoping the night is a little less eventful...

Self Inflicted

I feel removed - almost like I am on house arrest. But I am not sequestered like a jury or even cloistered like a nun. It would probably be quieter if it were either of those things...

A nice, end-of-the-summer cold has taken a hold of us tight. The kids sound like they have a cold, as their voices are a bit froggy - but, they sure aren't acting like it. They are loud and rambunctious and having a ton of fun together.

Nana is on day 2 of "out of commission" mode. So, the kids and I are trying to give her some respectful space so that she can rest and get better soon.

I also don't want to spread the germs in the community, so here we are.. stuck. The silver lining is that it has been very nice outside, so the kids can at least go out and play (at least for 10 minutes before they: A. Hurt them self or each other and cry OR B. Knock on the door to come in because they are ALREADY done).

Battles I've won so far today - got the kids dressed, fed the kids breakfast and put Logan down for a nap.

Battles I've lost - keeping the kids playing quietly and preventing Gabriel from spitting on the floor.

Thanks, Krista...

I got to observe a couple of funny encounters between Krista and Nana today and thought I would share them:

The first happened as we were getting ready to go to church tonight -

Krista: I'm going to pray to Jesus at church.

Nana: I need to thank God for getting me here safely. Do you think I can pray at church, too?

K: (eyes Nana suspiciously) Well... you can't say the "Rub a Dub" prayer!*

*Nana DID say the only prayer she knew was, "Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub."

The second happened after church, when they were playing dress up -

Nana: What princess are you?

Krista: I'm princess BEAUTIFUL!

N: What princess am I?

K: Ummm... you're princess sexy.

Me: What?! (laughing)