Layla started school. I was looking into preschools for her to begin this fall, and my favorite one, The Growing Place, happened to have an immediate opening in their Tues/Thurs class. She had been asking me for months when she gets to go to school like her friends, Etta and Riley, so I decided she was ready and signed her up. She absolutely loves it, and hasn't had any problem with separation anxiety, a blessing witch I surely owe to church nursery starting at 18 months. To Layla, this has been a rite of passage that skyrocketed her directly into adulthood. On the way to her first day she was riding in the car, apparently pondering her overnight rise to maturity, and she blurted out, "Mom, I have to call Grandma and tell her I'm all grown up!" We are very proud of her independence and hope her love of school and learning continue well into adulthood.
She picked out her own outfit for the big day.
The slightest bit of trepidation, which I think it was just for the camera.
Weston rolled over. He was lying on his blanket while Layla and I played kitties, and he just rolled right over like it was no big deal. I spent the next forty minutes trying to coax him into doing it again so that I could record it for posterity (or to prove to everyone that I wasn't lying). The following is a condensed version of what we went through together:
I left both kids, awake, with a babysitter... and nobody died! Not that I was expecting my kids to die, but I was a little worried about the sitter. I know that I often have a hard time with both of the kids, and an hour of babysitting darn near killed my husband, so it was with much hesitation that I left my dear children and went to the dentist (as if that's supposed to calm my nerves). I got home 90 minutes later and everyone was smiling, the house was clean, and the babysitter actually thanked me for having her come! Needless to say, I am in love with this girl and am considering asking her to move in with us. I would shamelessly post her name on my blog in the hopes that flattery would persuade her to take me up on the offer, but I don't want anyone sitter-snatching. If word gets out about her fabulousness I may find myself having to lug my two children (who I love with all my heart, but sometimes need a break from) everywhere I go!
Also worth mention: I played my first game of DDR (that's Dance Dance Revolution, for those of you not quite so hip as I). In my defense, and believe me, it is requisite a good defense be presented to anyone who may have seen this debacle, no one bothered to explain to me what I was supposed to do. I can see you all now, furrowing your brows and asking yourselves, "how complex can a game called Dance Dance Revolution be?" Well, let's just say that I didn't quite get it, and I am solaced only by the fact that this did not take place in the city in which I live. And that my husband wasn't there. Unfortunately for me, both of my sisters were, but they're Aho women, so they'll forget soon.
3 comments:
Cheers to the firsts and many more to come your way!!
Ahhhh that video is adorable! Nice editing by the way, I especially liked the transition. And don't worry, I will not soon forget your DDR performance (if you can call it that), in fact, I went home and wrote about it in my journal. It's one of the few things I have ever done better than you (well that and running into trees)and I am holding on to it!
I'm pretty sure if I ran into trees I would do it better than you, but I choose to avoid the activity all together.
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