Clara June {3 yrs old}

 

Oh Clary June...in the blink of an eye, you are 3 years old.  Time flies when you are having fun baby girl and you my sweet thing are fun.

 

Overflowing with personality these days.  Loving fierce and making us laugh.  Your soft lisp is kinda the cutest thing ever.  The lightest blonde whispy ponytails make me melt.  And a firecracker when messed with. 

 

The dust is settling from the hub bub of Kindergarten and you are settling into the role of only kid at home quite nicely.  Calling it "girl time" during the weekdays and saying that you do not miss him while he is at school.  Truth be told I like our girl time too.  I hear you more.  It's a pretty awesome thing when you realize that you can have a conversation with your kid and we are there. 

 

You are an apple juice LOVER and a huge fan of chicken and rice for dinner.  A new found love of leftovers for breakfast (a trait of Daddy's!) and a fondness for being my "mini chef" while you help make dinners. 

 

I think you are sporty.  A mover and shaker and future dancer...Dance started two weeks ago and you walked right in the class.  Head held high and not a tear or cling to my leg.  I was so proud.  Nana cried.  The oldest and littlest in the class my petite little thing!  You love riding your trike and are soon going to be graduating up to the bike with training wheels.  Eager to go on bike rides after dinner without a complaint about being tired or wanting to go home. 

 

I thought it would be fun to ask a few questions each year to see your opinions change over the years...

 

Favorite Color: pink and purple

Favorite thing to eat: chicken and rice

What you want to be when you grow up: Mermaid

Favorite T.V. Show: Mickey Mouse

 

I love you so so so much Clara!  I waited for a little girl for so long.  And the wait was well worth it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Kindergarten is AWESOME'

 

Ready or not, Kindergarten morning came.  We had clothes lying on Cash's dresser the night before.  I picked them out for him, he said he didn't care what he wore.  We ate breakfast and anxiously awaited to walk to school. 

 He couldn't wait to hop on his Razor and head down the street.  After parking the scooter in the bike rack, we followed the herd of tiny kindergarteners, parents and younger siblings around back to the playground.  Yellow numbers are painted on the perimeter of the basketball courts that coincide with their room numbers.  Finding 108 we plopped down his dinosaur backpack in line and stood around waiting to see what would be next. 

 

Mrs. Powell appeared right before the morning bell rang.  A gathering of nervous kiddos clung by the only familiar face they knew besides their parents.  After telling the parents that she was excited for the school year she let us know that we would tell them good-bye outside and they would head into the classroom.  A hug and a kiss followed by "there's my buddy Kaden, see you later!".  And he was off.  Turned back a few times to wave.  He was brave and so was I.  Not a single tear shed by either one of us. 

 

After giving his yellow popsicle stick to Mrs. Powell, indicating that he spotted his Mom, he walked towards me with a huge smile.  "School is AWESOME" were the first words out of his mouth.  The highlight of the day was eating lunch then putting your lunch bag in the wagon and just walking outside to play "all by myself!". 

 

We are on day 4 and everyday has been awesome and for that I am grateful. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Eve of Kindergarten

 I have sat to write this blog post too many times to count.  Starting to type but finding that I just don't have the words yet to finish.  The day after tomorrow, we have a Kindergartener!  We have had lots of time to prep and get mentally ready for this day that is quickly approaching.  Standing strong that I am happy Cash is going to school and I am so excited for him to learn and meet new friends, I am beginning to waver.  Today was our Orientation was his teacher, Mrs.Powell.  We walked in hand in hand and as we approached the doors, I felt his hand squeeze tighter as he whispered that he was a little nervous and feeling shy.  Truth be told I was feeling a bit nervous myself.  Although the Mama can't admit that to her baby.  I told him that it's ok to be nervous for new things and this was going to be so much fun.  The smell of school as we approached his class started to hit me in waves.  I honestly thought I may cry a bit before snapping myself back to reality that this was freaking orientation and that I knew this day was fast coming.  We introduced ourselves to Mrs. Powell who is young and super sweet.  We needed to fill out paperwork in the Cafeteria while the two of them chatted a bit.  Upon returning, we found the two of them on the carpet rolling dice and chatting about dinosaurs.  It seems that he has hit the jackpot and gotten a teacher with a love of dinosaurs like himself. 
 This blog was started two days before Cash was born and I cannot believe that in two days he will be a Kindergartener.  Time flies.  So a letter to my boy...


Dear Cash,
 Tomorrow morning we embark on a new journey.  Your journey.  School is a big deal, no longer under my watchful eye your whole entire day.  I have spent nearly everyday of your life with you for the last five and a half years.  And while you may read this some day and find your Mom to be a sap, it's a big deal, for both of us.  I am letting my heart, you, walk freely into the world all alone without me. 
 You are ready.  And have been.  For that I am thankful.  You love learning and meet new people so easily.  So much more outgoing than I ever was at five.  I know that you will grow by leaps and bounds this year, possibly more than you have in your short five years.  You will grow to be more independent.  Feeling more secure in yourself.  My hope is that you know that I will be right here.  Waiting for you, to catch you if you fall or an ear to listen.  Don't ever forget that.  You are my boy, my first born and I love you more than you will ever know. 
 So tomorrow, I let go a little.  Something that I don't do with ease.  I just hope that the time I spent with you has prepared you in some small way to soar.  I look at pictures of you from the last five years and can remember almost every single moment that was happening when the picture was captured. 
 I have been tough this whole time, saying that I am ready for you to go to school because you are.  But tonight, the eve of Kindergarten, the tears are flowing.  I love you so much Cash Henry.  I know that you will do so well tomorrow and throughout your entire year.  I am so proud of you for who you are.  I will miss you terribly but I will be rewarded with your smiling face at the end of the school day, eager to tell me about your day. 
 I love you my sweet boy. 

Love, Mom