A little Thankful

Today was Hattie's first Thanksgiving Feast at school. I went with her, while Charlie stayed home with the other two. We tried to make it a family affair, but we were told that it was for "parents & grandparents" only. Just a small tangent and I will venture back on the Thankful part. We were not allowed to bring the siblings, due to space, or so they say. I am not so sure I buy that one, but it was their rules none the less. They did offer to find one of the high school students to watch kids that had no other place to go. I really don't think so. There is no way I am going to let some irresponsible high school student touch my 5 week old, much less leave him alone with this "stranger". So Charlie let me go to the school and he stayed home.

On to the Feast.....

Last night, I put the turkey 15 pound in the oven at Midnight. By 7 am it was done. It took me 2.5 hours to cut it all up and get it ready to take to school. Hattie and I got there early. (I know, me....early) Since we were early, the teacher sent us to play on the playground until time to eat. A little after noon we all grouped together. The children all marched in and took their red folders out (checked by teacher and parents daily) and then hung up their bags and coats. Promptly upon finishing this task, they sat on the floor on a carpet. Amazing how these normally hyper 4 year olds are disciplined enough to automatically do this. The teacher called the role in Spanish, and was answered by each and every child, in Spanish. Then each child was asked if they wanted to be Pilgrim or an Indian. Hattie promptly yelled, "Indian, I gonna be an Indian" and put her hand to her mouth and made that noise, you know the one. After a group prayer, the long version of God is Great, the parents lined up to fix their little ones plates. During the feast, Hattie non-chalantly to ask one of the girl's step mother if she was Good or Evil. (As in the wicked stepmothers from Disney movies.) The step mother did not find this at all amusing.

After eating, it was time for show and tell. They were to bring something that they were thankful for. Of course, we forgot our show and tell. So she told everyone she was thankful for the food. Especially the carrots, which she told everyone she loves while making strong arms. Funny, she never eats the carrots here at home. I have an unopened bag that has been in the frige for weeks now. Then the teacher asked her to sit on the carpet and they would start craft and game time. This is how that went:

Hattie: Can I tell a story instead?

(laughter from the parents)

Teacher: Is it a long story?

Hattie: Yep

Teacher: Then no, we have lots of other things to do today and we should really get started.

Hattie: Then I have a short story, can I tell it?

(laughter from the parents)

Teacher: Okay, if it is a short story.

Hattie: (with her arms way out) Okay everyone, lets get quiet. I have a short story to tell. Lets all listen okay.

(louder laughter from the parents)

Hattie: Once upon a time there was a little girl. This little girl lived in a castle. And the little girl had a baby sister. This baby's name was Emma. The end. Was that short enough?

The kids then played drop the turkey in the jar, pin the pilrim hat on the turkey, made a thankful wreath and made noodle necklaces. I forgot my camera, so when we got home, I took this one.

Everything you might want to know about my husband...

1. Where did you meet? At our friend, Chrystie's house. She was setting me up on a blind date with another friend of hers. And in walks Charlie. I must say, I was so curious. I was much more interested in him than the guy I was being set up with. However, I was told that night that he was really into her room mate and that we would never happen. That was Oct 31, 1998.

2. How long did you date? 3 years. We lived together for 2 1/2....EEK sinners.

3. How long have you been married? 6 years this past April. But it seems like yesterday that we left the church.

4. What does he say that surprises you? When he comes home and tell me that he has been singing in a bar. And I don't mean Karaokee.

5. What is your favorite feature of his? His eyes.

6. What is your favorite quality of his? His uncanny ability to know me so well.

7. Does he have a nickname for you? Yes, but it makes me blush, so I'm not telling.

8. What is his favorite color? He says he has no favorite and if he had to pick one, Green. However, I think it is French Blue. It is the only color dress shirt he really likes.

9. What is his favorite food? Anything that he doesn't have to fix. :) But I swear, he could eat Steak and Potatos everyday.

10. What is his favorite sport? Not really a sports fan. I think he likes football for the social engagement. He will watch it on TV, but hates to watch it with me. I get really "passionate" about the plays, especially if it is the Aggies.

11. When and where did you first kiss? My apartment on Welsh. And I must say, I had to kiss him first. Who knows if he would have ever done it. I just couldn't help myself. April 1st, 1999. We had been riding backroads. I had been dropping hints all night and he just wasn't getting it. He says that he thought I was out of his league. I don't really buy that.

12. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Before kids, we would go dancing/clubbing. I really miss those days. Now, we snuggle up and watch movies. I am not complaining, this is great too. But, when we can talk the grandparents into watching the children, we do get to have a date or two.

13. Do you have any children? Well, I think that is what those pint size people are. Yes, okay, we have kids.... 3 of them. Hattie 4 1/2, Riley 18 months, and Robb 5 weeks

14. Does he have a hidden talent? If I told you, it wouldn't be a hidden talent now would it? But know that it makes me smile.

15. How old is he? 30. No jokes about cradle robbing.

16. Who said "I love you" first? Charlie actually said it first. I was living in Houston and we were on the one of our marathon phone calls. "that is what I love about you" is what he said. I don't think he actually meant to say it then. There was an akward silence afterwards. It was not much longer and he actually said those 3 little words.

17. What is his favorite type of music? He actually has some pretty bizarre interests. I am not sure if there is a genre that he doesn't like.

18. What do you most admire about him? His passion for life, that is when he isn't stressed and can actually enjoy it. His complete love for his family and where he came from.

19. Do you think he will read this? If he has time. He is a very busy individual these days.

20. Where did you go on your first date? Our first "non-date" date was to see Les Mis. I really hesitated. I was about to graduate from A&M and was not looking for a relationship, but I really liked him. I received Les Mis tickets for Christmas and then they were taken away when I wouldn't take the giver with me to the show. So Charlie, got tickets and took me. Before we went, I called to the station and asked him to play a song for me. The next song that played was "I'm not saying I'm in love". Of course, I flipped out.....The "date" was fantastic though. He even complimented me on my shoes. I have them in my closet, I just can't bare to part with them.

Trick or Treating

Our night was great fun. We TOT'ed in a friend's neighborhood. This was the 2nd annual TOT'ing with the playgroup. We had quite a large group this year. It really is more fun to go in a big group. There is no way I would let my kids on the streets in my neighborhood after dark. People fly down the street like it is central expressway. That, and you never know what you might get in your pumpkin. On to TOT'ing. We did actually have a little theme here: Hattie was the Superhero, Riley was her trusty sidekick elephant, and Baby Robb was donned as the peanut.....I carried him in the sling most of the night and therefore, I was the villan that swiped the peanut. Charlie got there after the show and was asked if he was the banker. His reply was "nope, a TV Anchor" Hattie racked up more candy than her little pumpkin could hold, which was good, since Riley was in the stroller all night and got only 3 pieces in her pumpkin. Those 3 came from Charlie.

Procrastination

Those who know me, know that I am a total procrastinator. Anything can be used as an excuse to put off doing something else. Except where my kids are concerned and they just jump right to the front of the list and bam, their needs are taken care of. But as far as the house work, well, it does tend to slide to the back burner. And then there are the countless projects that I really need to get done. The list goes on and on. So last night, I did the ultimate procrastination of house work in order to produce the photo below. Instead of cleaning the dishes, folding the clothes, mopping the floor, and all those really boring house duties, I decided to put carving a pumpkin for Charlie at the top of my list. I mean Halloween is tomorrow, so it had to get done right. That is what I thought too!

Lipstick Bandit

My mother and my aunt have always teased me about getting into Now's, my great grandmother, lipstick. It was bright red and I came out of the bathroom with it all over my face. This weekend at the baby shower we were playing a game and this story came up. Of course all the girls got a huge rolling laugh about it. Coincidentally, that night history repeated itself. I would blame it on my mother or my aunt, but they had already headed home. You should always know something is happening when the kids get quiet. While changing Robb's diaper, my little thief snatched my lipstick. Here is the results of her experimentation.

This brings a whole new meaning of caught "red handed"!

Robb's Arrival

October 14, 2008 will be a day that is permanently etched into my heart. This is the day I saw my son for the first time. This is how that day came about. My weekly appointment for week 37 wasn't until 11 o'clock. I got there early, anxious to see if all the erratic contractions that I had on Sunday had moved me up the dialation ladder. I also had a small worry: only a few fetal movements since I went to bed the night before. At breakfast, I downed a glass of grape juice, just to see if I could get him jumping. There were a couple of little movements then, but nothing to get excited about. The doc checked me...only a 3.5 and that was a maybe .5. We heard his little heart just thumping away so I knew all was well. However, the doc thought we should have a stress test done. So off to the hospital I go. There were a few phone calls made, but I was assured that all was well. I must admit, I was scared to death. They hooked me up to the monitors and we waited. Of course, what do children do, they make you big fat liars. Either he was excited because I was nervous or he knew something I did not. About 15 minutes into the monitoring, I had what they call a Titanic contraction. That is a contraction that lasted 5 minutes long. When this happened his heartrate when a little crazy and then there was no fluctuation in the rhythm. He was not flatlined, he just was really worn out from the massive contraction. I was assured by the nurse that all was well, even though the one warning sign, the inactive heartline, was there. She then left the room and came back with my doc only a few minutes later. He walked in and said "today is the day". With that I was on my way to having my boy. Meanwhile, Charlie is at home with the girls, and I have the car seats.....it was just a routine check! While I am waiting at the hospital, he is getting a shower, getting a sitter and calling in the troups. What a crazy hour. By noon, the doc came in and broke my water, started me on the pitocin and ordered my epidural. The rest was hurry up and wait. Charlie arrived at the hospital not long afterwards. They started my epidural and more hurry up and wait. At 4 o'clock, the doc came back in and checked me. He warned me not to push or sneeze, that the baby was right there. He said he needed to go put up his coat and he would be right back. An hour and a half later, we thought maybe he was pulling our chain. Finally he comes back. What a nightmare he had just had. An emergency C-section, an emergency delivery and another delivery. How did I go from 1st in line to 4th? Well, its called an epidural. If I had not had that, then I would have stayed first. Did I mention it was a full moon? And since I tested positive on my Group B strep test, there was a 5 hour window of time before I had to start another round of antibiotics. So, we cut it pretty close. Two pushes later and baby Robb was here. 7 lbs, 2.8 ozs, 20.5 inches long. 5:47 pm. There are definate advantages to having a baby in the daytime and to being induced. I think this was the easiest of the three! We spent the next 3 hours just looking at him, taking pictures and visiting with family. Hattie just wants to hold him. Riley thinks he is a toy doll or something. After everyone left, Charlie went with the nurse to give Robb his first bath. I took a cat nap and waited on word from the Pedi. He is an Aggie, so we talked more about A&M's changes than we did the baby. Strange. Robb was in great health even though he was early and had his umbilical cord around his neck.

The next day, we got to leave after our 24 hour mark. We all loaded up and were heading down the hall to leave when one of the nurses remembers that I am to have a shot of Rhogam. WOO HOO! So I got to bend over at the reception desk and take it in the hip. That was fun. Hattie really wanted to watch me get a shot, which is only fair since I have seen her get a million of them. But we opted for her to go on down the hall. Now all of my children's birthdays are on even numbers, ending in 4.

Oktoberfest 2008

This past weekend we made our annual trip to De Kalb for Oktoberfest. We got there on Friday a little later than normal, but that is okay. On Saturday morning, we woke to rain and cold winds. We began to wonder if it was going to ruin the day. The firemen always make a pancake breakfast, this year was no exception. It runs from 6 am - 9 am. This year we almost missed it. We didn't mean to oversleep, but it happened. The entire family got up, got dressed and was out the door in a matter of 35 minutes. I think this is a record. But we made it none the less. Riley ate with Grandma. And Hattie had to sit by Jane and Landry. That is Papa with them. Joni always provides the girls with their "Oktoberfest T-shirts". We look forward to them every year.

After breakfast, we strolled downtown to wait for the parade. Since it was raining, they were not sure if it would start on time or be postponed. It began on time. Charlie and Dwight Wood Jr. always emcee during the parade. This year was no different. See him on the balcony? That is Joni behind him.The parade did begin on time and as you can see Hattie is all about the parade. She was not happy to have to sit and wait. Plus, it was super cold. Hattie could talk of nothing but the parade for 2 days. Her favorites are the Fire Trucks, Shriner cars, the De Kalb Band, and the horses. This year one of the firemen for De Kalb's Fire Dept. had a massive heart attack at age 36 and died just the week before. One of the most moving things that I have seen in a long time happened during the parade. As the fire trucks got to the stage, they stopped, turned off their engines and all exited the vehicles. They then asked for a moment of silence. It was so touching. After the moment of silence, they rang every siren long and loud, and the parade moved on. Due to the weather, the Shriner cars didn't attend, nor did the antique cars. There were many booths to see and various foods to be eaten. Yummy Fried Pies! However, we kept with our tradition of meeting friends at the Front Street Junction, where 3 of us split a large FSJ Special Pizza! YUM! The afternoon was filled with the Cabaret Show, which was one of the best in my opinion, the carnival, and the Cinderfella Beauty Pageant. And no, I didn't mispell it, is in fact a drag show. I thoroughly enjoyed it!

This was the first year for the festival to have the carnival rides. Hattie couldn't wait to get started. Riley pooped out after her train ride. Poor baby. It was nice that they had rides for little kids and a few for the non-pregnant bigger kids.

A blast was had by all, and by the time it got dark, it was bed for everyone!

Week 35 Update

Today, I went to see the baby doc. We are at week 35, so we are now starting our once a week visits. I must say, I wasn't that excited about going today. Last time I went, two weeks ago, I gained 4 pounds in a month stretch. That is a lot for this pregnancy, seeing as I was loosing for the first few visits. Anyway, I have been short of breath and have been having some braxton hicks contractions. Those are real fun by the way! Especially when you are carrying a 23 lb baby around. I wouldn't recommend it. Back on subject, I managed to gain a happy 4 pounds in two weeks this time!! I almost passed out. 4 lbs in 2 weeks. That is very bad. To top it off, my sugar level was at a +4. Really not good. I got a little worried then. I had to take the 3 hour glucose test back when they do that test. I failed the 1 hour test, but only by a few points, so the doc wanted to be on the safe side and check me for gestational diabetes. I passed the 3 hour test with flying colors. However, I have been pretty good about what I have been eating. I guess not good enough. I got my sugars stripped from me today. Even though we supposedly only have 5 weeks left, the doc is not excited about my new developments. That also means no more Raisin Bran for breakfast. I love my RB in the morning. What am I gonna eat now?

On to the good news. I am dialated to a 2. Now this is not an invitation to be at the hospital tomorrow, but it is progress! I am almost done! Baby Robb is in head down position and is knocking at the door! The doc says that he will probably be my biggest baby by weighing in at about 7 lbs. But he also says, this is one long baby. He predicts about 2 weeks and we will have a bouncing boy. And of course he calls him Cletis. Strange for a doc to name your baby, but we have been in his office a lot in the past 2 years. My dad has predicted the 15th and my grandmother the 18th. We shall see. This weekend we are planning on our annual Oktoberfest Trip! I can't wait. And once again, I got a frowny face from the ol' doc. This is a 2 hour drive and an entire day of walking. He then grinned and said to behave myself. I promised no backroads of Bowie County! He knew there was no talking me out of this trip. I see him again on Tuesday and will report his findings.

I added this pic for some giggles. I hope you enjoy.

Toilet Paper Fun

I am sure that all kids have done this at some point. I just had to share. Riley was so proud of herself. Atleast it wasn't the entire roll, but it was brand new. See for yourself......

SuperHero Hattie

For two days, I feverishly stitched up a lime green SuperHero costume. One if Hattie's playgroup friends turned 5. He wanted a SuperHero themed party; costumes and all. And like most parents, his wish was mother's command. Now mind you, Hattie knew about this idea long before I did, so therefore, once again, her wish, my command. Last year for Halloween, Hattie really wanted to be a SuperHero, but she got stuck with Little Red Riding Hood. So, since we are far enough out, I decided to tackle the caped wonder. This is how it began:

On Friday morning, we loaded up and took off for Joann's. Of course, you all know what a pleasure that is for me! Upon arrival, Hattie greeted everyone she met with "Hi, do you know me, I'm gonna be a SuperHero!" Excitement is an understatement. There was a round table that was covered in shiny, and shall I add slimy, costume satin. This was no run of the mill cheap, creepy satin. It had glittered sprinkled all over it! And there was no changing her mind. It was lime green slinky, slimy satin or nothing. So, we put it in the basket and moved on to the cape, same fabric, just a different color. I knew this was going make me have to sew with no little ears around, if you catch my drift. Then came the pleather for the spats, gloves and belt. We were set. Almost anyway. The pattern didn't specify what you needed if you were just doing certain pieces of the costume. So, I had to figure out how much I needed and wasn't doing it fast enough for the Joann's team member. She decided that she would figure it out for me. What did that cost me? Twice as much of this gross fabric than I needed.

We get home and Hattie begins immediately asking, is it done yet.......I knew this was going be one for the books. I managed to put it off until Saturday night. I got a mock up made, alterations done and the new pieces cut out and was ready to roll Sunday morning. Suprisingly, it went together rather quickly. Now, remember I told you it was covered in glitter. Well, they use a spray adhesive to get it to stick, which you CANNOT iron .......note to self, remember that next time! By Sunday night, all I had left was finishings. I was so proud of myself. I still had my gift!

Monday consisted of snaps, zippers (UGH) and velcro. The finished product was very well accepted by the next SuperHero of the world. And what SuperHero doesn't have a sidekick? Riley also got a glittery green cape! Her's was done in what we call in the sewing world as "down and dirty". It took all of 5 minutes to make it. But Hattie was super pleased that she had a sidekick. Of course, all the work against the villians really wore the sidekick out!

And here she is in all of her glory......

(her super power....lightening)

Birthday Blues

This past Monday, September 8, was my 33rd birthday. As a child, I remember not being able to wait until I turned 33. You see, then I would be as old as Jesus. All the week before, it was a joke with whomever I talked to about turning 33. And now that I am as old as Jesus, I am just happy that I made it this far!

However, a small dark cloud passed over my celebration. My paternal Grandmother passed away on September 6. So instead of eating cake, (this year I would get double, one for me, one for the baby) I was in a Funeral home having family visitation night. Thankfully, my Daddy fought to have the funeral on the next day and not my birthday. I saw so many faces that I haven't seen since moving away from home 12 years ago. Some were welcomed and others, not so much. It is amazing to me the people that come out of the woodwork! It is sad that it takes a funeral, not a birthday, to get all these people in one place. Life is so busy.

I feel it is only appropriate to share a small glimpse of the woman that went to meet her maker almost a week ago. My Grandmother was one of the most wonderful people you could have the pleasure of meeting. She made everyone feel welcome. As you walk into her house, a huge bear hug was given and a loving kiss on the cheek. Almost instantly afterwards, you were asked if you were hungry or thirsty. And out came the food. I am not talking small things, I am talking whole meals. Two or three of them at time too. I don't know where in the world it all came from. It was just a regular frig. But it could hold enough food to cover an entire table that sat 8. She really didn't take no for an answer either. If she pulled it out, you might as well sit down and get out a fork. Fortunately, she was the best cook. I will never find a pecan pie as good as hers, or fried chicken, or homemade, not that orange boxed, macaroni and cheese. YUM! She never sat down either. Well maybe once in a blue moon, but not often. She was too busy making sure your tummy was full. Grandma was also known for her switches. No belts, paddles, or hands would do. It had to be one of the greenest switches off the bush out back. She would strip the leaves and make you watch. Then you got your licks. Ouch. I didn't get that too often. I actually used to behave myself. She never lost her cool. She was firm without being harsh. Her voice never raised, but was you knew she meant business. She was simple, non frivolous. She loved the word of God. And she had such great perseverance. Hugs were common place with her. There were so many things about my Grandmother that made her so special. Words do not do her justice. She did love a good rain shower. She got one on the day of her funeral. We woke up to light rain and it remained just until it was time for them to lower her casket. The clouds parted and the sky was a blue as could be. On the way home that evening, there was a rainbow in the western sky. I couldn't help but think that was her way of saying goodbye. Anytime it was time to leave, she would walk you out, and without fail, say "You don't have to rush off, Gracious" Grandma would stand in the front, or back depending on where you parked, and wave and watch you leave. You would be far gone before she stepped back into the house.

Ask & You shall receive

Okay, for those of you who don't get to see the belly, here are just a few samples of just how huge one can get with their third child!!

Early June 2008

A little belly....Just starting to really show.

September 5, 2008

No, I didn't hide a beach ball under my shirt. I am really this big.

I spy.....

Something that isn't really there.

Hattie and I were driving our normal Friday morning trek to dance class. We have 30 minutes of highway and we usually play I SPY. This morning was no different. We were about 5 minutes into our trip and I hear "I spy something....(insert various colors here)" On about the 5th turn, Hattie yells out, "I spy something white". I saw no white, other than a few signs and the stripes on the road, which we had already called out. One of the rules, which Hattie strickly enforces, is No Repeats. So I am looking and there isn't a speck of white for miles. After guessing the No Repeats and getting completely slammed for it, I ask her what she sees that is white. "The clouds, Mom". Now mind you, the sky is as clear and as blue as it can be. It is a perfect fall sky. There are no clouds to be seen. "Are you sure, I don't see any clouds"?, I ask her. "Of course, there are clouds, you just can't see them because they are still sleeping."

And what do you say to that 4 year old logic?

Labor Day--Labors of Love

Alright Erin, this is for you. What wonderful memories this post stirred up. I find it appropriate for this to come on Labor Day, yet I am, as always, a day late!

How long were your labors?

Kid #1 - 9 hours...
Kid #2 - 3 hours
Kid#3 - he isn't here yet, I'll update upon his arrival!

How did you know you were in labor?

Kid #1 -My water broke at home. Very messy. Someone should have told me I would need a diaper. :)
Kid #2 - I was on the phone with a friend who said "Amanda, I think you may be in labor. You just had a contraction 3 minutes ago." Now let me explain just a little. The were not regularly spread apart, I could walk and talk through them. The nurse at the hospital said that I was not meeting the criteria to come in when I called. They actually had to break my water for me.

Where did you deliver?

Thankfully we had plenty of time to get to the hospital for both.
Kid #1 - near the banks of the Brazos River
Kid #2 - near the banks fo the Red River

Drugs?
Should you even ask? Absoluletly, yes to the drugs.

Kid #1 - Nice narcotic and then the Epidural (4 tries I might add).
Kid #2 - Barely enough time to get the Epidural! I was dialated to an 8 when we got there.

C-section?

Not so far. Don't want to jinx myself :).

Who delivered?

Who else, but the OB/GYN doc!

That was super fun....let's here your story

Chicken Pox....NAH

On our second day....Not even 2 full days of school, I got a call from Hattie's teacher. She is itching all over and has some bumps. The teacher thinks she has chicken pox. She needed me to come get her right away. So my mind is totally freaking out!! Where in the world would we have come into contact with chicken pox? I have a 15 mo old and am pregnant, what if we get it too? We are supposed to go out of town this weekend. And so on. To top it off, I get to wake Riley from her daily nap. This is not going to be pleasant. With cranky, half awake baby in tow, I head off to the school to pick up my itchy kid. All the while, trying to make an appointment and guess how long it will take me to arrive at the doctor's office. I pick Hattie up and yep, she is red all around her neck, arms and chest. Oye Ve. We get to the doctor's office in record time and we proceed to wait, and wait, and wait. Now granted, we are being sqeezed in, at the first of school starting, near the end of the day and the girls doc is very, very popular! So, I am holding my own, reading some parenting magazine and trying to coral the girls. We finally get back to a room and I am thinking we are much closer to finding out what is causing my daughter to peel her skin back with her fingernails. Another 40 minutes goes by after the nurse does her first assessment. The girls are playing so nicely with each other, why can't they do this at home? The doc comes in and we get our diagnosis.....nope, not the pox. However, Hattie is highly allergic to something she has come into contact with. What? We may never know! Close call, not even close. The red bumps are definately bug bites. I guess that is what happens when you have such a sweet kid, everyone wants a bite! :)

And Let Preschool Begin............

Today was Hattie's First Day of Preschool. We did survive!! Only a few tears were shed today, which is a good thing. Not too many to make me look like a blubbering idiot, but just enough to show hesitancy of letting my little girl go. I can't believe she is old enough to head to school! And she is so ready. Here is how her day went.
The entire family loaded up. We were on an adventure to take Hattie to school. The past fews weeks have passed with much anticipation. A count down that envolved into a daily "is today the day" yet routine. This in turn was helping me get up the nerve to let my little girl "go". I was ready to walk her to her class and give her sweet goodbyes. However, upon arriving, Hattie showed the utmost courage and refused to have anyone but her teacher's aide walk her in. After much pleading, I conceeded. She is so very independant. Not only did we not get to walk her to her class, she took off in such an excited dash, there were no kisses or well wishes for her first day. And for this reason, there were a few tears. Now, I would love to say that they came from the eyes of Charlie, however, that would be untrue. They came from yours truly. But, there weren't as many as expected either. Our baby girl has become a little "strong minded" girl. For 3 hours, she was in the care of her teacher. Upon picking her up from school, she told me that she learned EVERYTHING today. She says her day went really good. She learned about bears and read a story about a bear that lost a button. A yellow one. And that is all she had to say about school. Oh, and that she didn't get to play very long in the sand box, because it was a long day.
After our long wait in the parent pick up line, we headed off to Sonic to get her a refreshing Ocean Water. There she told me that we were in a "Wait thru" restaurant. We finished our journey home and resumed life as usual. And on goes life. There will be a second, third and so on day, with its very own challenges. But for today, we made it through an introduction to Pre-K.

First Day Pics... ENJOY!!