Wednesday, August 26, 2009

farewell Emma Rose with the big red bows...

I'm sort of struggling with Emma and her refusal to stop growing up.
Look at her, she looks so smug, as if she knows she's 10 going on 21 and there is nothing I can do about it. This week she started 5th grade.

I hate 5th grade.

There are no hair bows in 5th grade. No cute from head to toe, matchy-matchy outfits. No funky tights or cute mary janes. No super cute monogrammed polka dot lunch boxes, those I was told this morning, are so 4th grade ::insert rolling eyes here::

It's really her fault that I'm so depressed about her growing up. She was so much fun to play dress up with even as a baby. She wore tiny baby jewelry, bows and hats. I could dress her up in the morning and she would stay clean and dressed all day. What kind of baby does that? You can't do that to a mom and then decide to give it all up a decade later!
Next week I send the J's off to preschool for the first time ever, then in a few weeks Jones will turn 5. You might want to avoid the blog for the next month or so. I foresee a lot of dismal, depressing posts coming up....
First day of kindergarten (2004)

First day of 5th grade (2009)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Back to School (and blog)

Ahhh…. A moment of silence. It’s been a hectic evening. The J’s are wild, and Emma decided to go 0 to 60 straight in to preteen sassy-ness. I still have to put them all to bed, but they went upstairs and I can’t hear anything. It’s NICE.

School starts tomorrow so I thought it would be as good a time as any to get back together with my blog. We were on again, off again for awhile. I wasn’t sure we would last, but I’m committed and i’m ready to give it another go.

I made a cake in celebration of “back to school”. I’m almost too scared to post a picture of it here for fear it might end up on Cake Wrecks. The color scheme is lacking, but it was pretty tasty. That’s what really counts. I almost spelled school “shcool” which would have been oh so embarrassing. I also added a little message on there about my birthday, which was a few days ago. I didn’t get a cake which I won’t soon forget but it’s no big deal.

I turned my back on my drink today and the next thing I know it looked like this.

Sometimes when there’s an incident, I have to question all the suspects to figure out who did it. This one, not so much. This has Jaden written all over it. A little later he came back and told me he needed a sip of “his” drink. I'm not positive, but I think that counts as a guilty plea.