Sleeping In

This morning I thought how nice it is that we all could sleep in late because there is no school. Then I remembered it has only been a few months now that we haven't been able to sleep in. Before Kindergarten, sleeping until the kids woke went unappreciated.

School brings with it a new appreciation for weekends and holidays that I've missed. I love appreciating time off again. We sleep in late, we stay up late, we get Nicky all to ourselves (sort of).

I was hoping to get Nicky all to ourselves except now she is quite popular at school. As soon as school let out the playdate calls began. I blame myself. I was so worried in the beginning about shyness and no friends that I invited people over with abandon and attended every park day and social event available. Now there is an overflow of friends. Poor Andy has two friends from our parent joy school. One is in Chico visiting his grandma for two weeks and one is off limits because I'm bugged with his mother. I've been encouraging Andy to bead necklaces and other busy things to keep his mind off friends but yet he constantly asks. He loves friends. We just need to get him a wider selection.

We've had some fun times and funny experiences the last week.

** I heard laughing coming down the stairs yesterday. Nicky was carrying Christian down (against the rules). She proudly announced that they'd heard him wake up from a nap so they worked together to get him out of his crib. She said she got in the crib and lifted him over the railing. Andy was waiting with open arms and when he had his hands on him she let go. I was so horrified by what they'd done. They were punished. When they cried I told Nicky the reason punished was that I didn't want her to live her life feeling sad if she'd paralyzed her brother. I still can't believe it!

** We've taken the route to Bel Aire twice. Bel Aire is a grocery store near our house. It's about a 40 minute round trip walk. It was nice to find a dry sky for an hour to take the walk. It's rained so much here. I love pushing the double stroller and hearing the kids chatter with each other. Nicky and Andy take turns riding with Christian and walking around looking for treasures (e.g., pellets, beads, lids, dental floss sticks, etc.). We usually get a treat and/or movie at the store before he head home.

*** I lost my keys at Kohls the other night. I had all three kids up past their bedtime, Jeff was in Chicago, and we have no spare key to house on the outside. We were freezing by the van with all our bags when I found the lack of keys in the jacket and purse. Nicky said, "at least we'll only have to spend one night at Kohl's because Dad will be home tomorrow. He's not gone the whole week or anything." The kids decided to pray to find the keys. I had to laugh even though I was so proud. They folded their arms and bowed their heads in the busy women's' separates department and Nicky prayed to find the keys. Andy said he remembered hearing keys fall to the floor somewhere in the shoe department. We ran over and there the blessed keys were laying on the floor in the back aisle of shoes.

*** We went to Kohl's again last night to return some things. The line was terrible. Nicky took Andy by the hand and they sat on the bench they have in the service department. They sat together so good waiting. Nicky loudly told Andy Curious George stories while I waited in line. Christian sat in his stroller all good natured like he does. The lady in front of me turned around and said, "I'm so jealous. Are your kids always this good?" I sort of lied and said yes but I also said it was a particularly good day. For some reason nothing brings me happiness like having well behaved kids in public. It's not like I did anything special (it's just luck and enough sleep) but I sort of feel like I'm getting a silent pat on the back for a job well done from strangers and it feels so good.

*** There was a day time showing of How to Train a Dragon. Nicky pretty much hates all movies because they always have something scary. Scary to her is any sort of dilemma or danger. I love hearing her question the writers of the movies. "Why do they make them so scary?" she angrily cried when she feared for the life of the black dragon. I asked her if it would be fun to watch movies if only good things happened the whole time. She never gave me an answer but I'm hoping she grows out of this little phase soon. She hates every movie including the new Tangled, Beauty and the Beast, and I could go on.

*** There was a night time showing of Mr. Kreuger's Christmas. We watch it every year. This year was special. At the end, Nicky was crying little sensitive tears because she said it was so sweet and Andy told me Jesus had been with us while we watched. I love how sensitive my little people are.

*** Jeff was in Chicago for a claim and the kids asked me last night when he'd come home. Andy said, "I have an empty spot in my heart when Daddy's gone."

I've had so much fun these past few days having the gang back together and school out. I look forward to more fun in the days ahead.

I Played My Best

As kids, my brother Kip and I used to laugh at the Christmas song, "Little Drummer Boy." We couldn't distinguish some of the words so we'd make up our own lyrics. For example, instead of, "come they told me" it was "Chinese ladies per rump pa pum pum." We weren't racist, just silly. The stupider the made up lyrics, the more we'd roll on the floor with laughter.

I heard "Little Drummer Boy" on the radio yesterday and this time listened closely to the lyrics. They almost brought me to tears. I could see the little boy with nothing but a drum. He watched others present lavish gifts for the Savior. He wished he had more to give. Feeling choked up with love he moved close to the baby. Then, moved by the sight of the angelic Christ child, he played his drum. Perhaps there were mistakes (even though the ox and lamb were keeping time). Even if there were mistakes, Jesus didn't judge. He heard a sweet rhythm. For Jesus wouldn't just hear the drums, he'd hear the intention, motive, and love. Instead of a drum solo, the combination of music and guileless desire made a rich orchestra for Jesus. If the gift really happened, the little drummer boy gave Jesus the best gift of all; all he had.

I thought of the little drummer boy as I purchased and delivered hams today. I have negative feelings about my calling as Activities Chair in our ward. I don't resent serving. I just get terrible anxiety. I inevitably become tense and irritable as the activity approaches. If I don't forget something, I'm not happy anyway because I worried so much I would and made myself sick. Everyone on my committee has different opinions and it feels like someone is always crabby and disappointed. Navigating the feelings of ladies is like trying to row a canoe in a hurricane. Since I'm the leader I end up doing what I think is best and feel guilty for stomping over ideas and feelings. I don't enjoy the activities. I don't smile at anyone at the parties. I can hardly cough out small talk. I simply walk around tethered as tightly in my anxiety as Christian is in his car seat. When the activity is over, there is nary a thanks but a big mess to clean up. There's no room to feel happy or satisfaction with anything I've done. No matter how well it went, the next "party" looms ahead.

One of the best days I've had in months came when the church announced the dissolving of the activities committee. Even better was the day they asked me to take a new calling as the children's pianist in primary. I felt almost guilty because I half expected God to punish me for my murmuring. He did the opposite. He gave me what I wanted. Somebody likes me up there.

My last hurrah as Activities Chair is the Christmas party. So I bought 15 hams, ugly red plastic tablecloths, and more rolls than should be legal. As I made pick ups and deliveries and generally ran around today like a chicken without a head, I thought of the little Drummer Boy. I'm sure the month of December ushers in thousands of ham and poinsettia filled Mormon Christmas parties. Mine will be as average as the best of them. I only hope that if the Savior happened to visit the 3rd Ward party tomorrow night, he'd see through the tacky trees and tinsel and he'd find me playing my best for Him.

A Trip to S. California

We took a jaunt down to Southern California last week. Jeff had a week off and Nicky had all these strange ideas of going to Disneyland. Jeff is such a sweet husband and dad. He makes long drives weekly for work. He hates driving anyway but agreed to take another long drive on his week off so we could have fun as a family.

I loaded all my pictures on and once again they are in no good order.

Nicky and Andy's best friends from San Diego are Kedrick and Brock. They used to be in our ward in Penasquitos but live in Escondido now. We once played wedding dress-up with Nicky and Kedrick when they were three and they still think they're married. I asked Nicky if she still wanted to marry Kedrick and she said, "it's too late Mom, we're already married." Andy has passionate feelings about these particular friends. There is some sort of brotherly connection going on along with the fact that they own all sorts of trains and tracks that we don't have. Once we enter the Bunker house, we don't hear from Andy as he is busy making train configurations. He moaned the whole way home about leaving Kedrick and Brock. Anyway, we were able to play with them briefly at the end of our trip.


I love their little games and the way they instantly connect even after being apart for months.

Christian taking a snooze at the beach. Beach naps are the best!

A hike at Torrey Pines.

The kids worked for a good hour making this bridge/dam for the runoff at the beach. They used sea weed and rock. We laughed when beach goers truly used the "bridge" for crossing. The kids even thought of charging a fee.

Christian fit right in for his first time at the beach. He played in the sand and ate some.

Of course the kids swam in the hotel pool in the chill of the night.

Andy wins our prize for most entertaining during the drive. He said all sorts of funny things. One of my favorites was when we gave him a bag of M&Ms to hold. He asked to "just hold it." He'd already had a lot so I told him not to open the bag. After a few minutes he says, "Mommy, something happened. I was just looking out the window and suddenly my hands accidentally opened the M&Ms." The kids were the best they've ever been on a drive. They entertained Christian and watched lots of movies. We might consider taking them somewhere again.

A Truly Bad Day Indeed

My mom was a voracious reader and read books to me when I was little. One of her favorites was Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. She read this one so often that I remember the feel of her arms around me, the smell of Georgio perfume, the humor in her narrating voice, and our united laughter over the gum in Alexander's hair or the travesty of railroad train pajamas.

When Mom went to the rest home two years ago, I found a copy of Alexander on her shelf. It wasn't the same one she read to us as kids, it was a recent buy. The cover had a "30th Anniversary" sticker. I was touched to think that Mom had been at the book store and remembered with fondess reading to her children. Since she'd bought the book so recently, it was likely one of the last of her memories to linger. I took the book home and kept it on a safe place on my book shelf. I brought it down often to read with Nicky and Andy. They loved to laugh over the car sick, Lima bean hating boy who wants to move to Australia.

I must have read the book a lot lately because somehow it got mixed in with the stack of seventeen library books I returned to the library last week. I didn't realize it was gone until we found the true library book under the couch. I searched through the stacks of books in the bookshelf hoping to be wrong. I wished the "donated" book would be any but the one I thought it was. Finally, I came to the sickening conclusion that I was right. I headed to the library in hopes of finding the book. The librarian looked quickly in the front desk and directed me to the sale shelf. She said if they still had it, it would be there. I felt so helpless as I looked through the worn out books. I knew it was gone. They only charge 1.00 for hard cover books and my copy had been so new and cared for.

I tried to hide the stinging tears. Somehow the lost book reminded me of all the feelings associated with that stupid disease, Alzheimer's. I stand helpless and my book is sold and I stand helpless while the disease takes my mom from me. It stinks. Yes I could buy a new book, but it's not the same one she bought and remembered. There are so many good things in life but there's nothing nice about losing a mother. It's truly rotten.

I also knew it was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day when the librarian informed me that I owe the library $1.50 for the late book (the one I found under the couch). Owe them? Crappy!

A Face Mommy Loves

Christian isn't a looker. As his mother I'm certain, and my feelings of treachery attest, this is something forbidden to say. Is it wrong to be honest? He has beautiful blue eyes and a mother couldn't love a boy as much as I love my baby. He has some issues. His nose runs like a faucet. Can a cold really last forever? His boogers tend to dry and cling to his nose holes. To remove those things is like cleaning dried super glue. Because of the runnies, his poor skin is chapped, chaffing, and red. His drool runs as much as his nose. His shirts are always wet and so are mine. He over eats and throws up. Because I can't bathe him all day, the majority of the time he smells like he's had the flu. The superficial part of me misses the oohs and ahhhs I got with my other two babies. They were fat and clean. No matter how hard I try, Christian wets and snots up all clean outfits within minutes.

Having said all that, now I can gush and brag and it will feel more natural. Christian is my easiest baby. He sleeps through most nights and has done for months. He laughs so hard and with abandon. He loves to kiss. Sometimes those open mouth sloppy kisses come with a one tooth bite. He has a wonderful calm and happiness about him. He seems musical as he loves to crawl over to the piano and play. He also coos during songs at church as if trying to sing. His favorite thing is to have Mommy or Daddy dance with him to music.

I feel grateful to have this little piece of heaven in the house. I'll take him stinky and runny and I'll love him forever.

Halloween

As shown we dressed as the Scooby Doo Gang this year. Friday night we painted the town as the gang. We even drove the Mystery Machine (the Odyssey). We went out for pizza and a game a of mini golf. The kids had a blast. My favorite part was going to the grocery store and buying just Scooby Snacks.

Last night was our ward Halloween party and trunk or treat. I didn't enjoy because I'm in charge. During this last year as activities chair, I've become accustomed to dreading activities. I only cried once yesterday. Upon arriving at the church for setup, Jeff called to say he'd forgotten the table cloths. I had to tell him to come back home and get them and then I broke down. These activities may not seem like a big deal but there are a myriad of particulars to remember. There was a huge turn out and we didn't run out of food. Some were even kind enough to stay behind and clean up. It turned out well. The only disappointment of the night was when the Bishop's family won the family costume category as the Wizard of Oz. I thought we had it in the bag.

Here are some pics of "the Gang" to be enjoyed.

Budget Cuts = Fire

A mentally deranged man set fire to our mall yesterday. He hid himself inside the Game Stop and lit it ablaze. Security managed to get everyone out of the mall, including the arsonist but they wouldn't let the firefighters go inside to work because they were afraid of a bomb. Firemen worked on the fire from above as shown in the picture. Is it really safer to be hovering over the mall atop a ladder if a bomb did go off? So now 1/3 of the mall is burned and the rest water and smoke damaged.

I think this whole situation underscores the sad budget crisis in our state. I recently read an article that said the state closed mental health clinics and cut off benefits for the mentally ill in the name of balancing an out-of-control budget. According to the news, the arsonist (nicknamed "Piggy"), had serious mental health issues including bi-polar disorder. He'd sought help many times in the past month and was turned away. Now the city of Roseville will be out the 3 million dollars in sales tax it would have accumulated over the Christmas season and untold numbers have lost their jobs. Next time I don't think budget balancers should underestimate the cost of the untreated mentally ill. Now "Piggy" gets to suck more money from the state as he sits behind bars.

I need to figure out what we'll do for fun when it starts raining next month. The mall was a winter haven with it's multiple play structures and carousel.

Birthday Festivities

Andy and Christian both celebrated birthdays this last week. Andy turned four on 10-10-10 and Christian turned one on 10-12-10. I love having their birthdays close. They are little enough and Andy is easy going enough that they shared one birthday party.

The Star Wars bounce house arrived Friday afternoon in time for the party on Saturday. Andy went in and he didn't come back out. Andy said, "I love it so much even I'm going to marry it." Andy is normally unenthusiastic about walking and general exercise so it came as a surprise when he out bounced Nicky, his friends, and the older kids in the neighborhood. He'd cry when people left the bounce house to rest. "I have nobody to play with," he'd call from behind the net. He was in a consistent state of bounce and sweat all weekend (the bounce house company didn't come for pick up until Sunday night).

Friends and family arrived in the late morning on Saturday and stayed for a BBQ and cake. Then we headed off to Bishop's Pumpkin Patch for further celebrating. The pumpkin patch looks to become an October family tradition. It's the best patch I've ever been to. There's a plethora of yummy pumpkin food, a train, an enormous patch, a panning for marbles spot, giant slides, pony rides, etc. Jeff's childhood friend Lauren showed up late into the excursion. She drove a red convertible and brought huge dollar store gift bags for Nicky, Andy, and the cousins. She was an instant hit.

My pictures are once again in no particular order.


Cousins at the end of the birthday party (Bishop's Pumpkin Patch).

Silly faces.

More silly faces.

Christian's bear cake. Jeff decorated. Safeway called and asked him to work in their bakery. He might consider it someday if his current job doesn't work out.

An obvious mistake to put on the birthday hat. I accidentally snapped him with the elastic.

Andy and his friend Braden.

See what I mean about the cake? That Spiderman cake is a work of art. Go Jeff.

I like to tell the kids their birth stories on their birthdays. Before bedtime on Sunday, I told Andy his. I got to the c-section part and explained that I got a cut in my tummy so Andy could come out. He said, "no, I don't want them to do that!! That makes me sad." He was so worried that I was hurt. Such a sweet boy! I love both my October boys.

Mini Golf

Andy begged us for weeks to take the family mini-golfing. Last night we made the excursion. Andy turns four years old next Sunday. The biggest change from three to four has been his ability to get majorly excited. He was a quiet baby and toddler. Last weekend the train museum brought him maniacal joy. Tuesday he was reved by his first soccor game. His first time at mini golf lit him up inside like a fire cracker. I couldn't figure out which was my favorite picture of Andy with his golf club so I just included all.

I love watching the kids have their firsts. The mini golf course was magic to them with its adobe church, saloon, and "beautiful" (Nicky) castle. Nicky let Jeff help her with her swing. He was so good about adjusting from his own right hand hold to her left handed grip. Andy just ran around with his golf club pushing, hitting, and eventually grabbing the ball and sending it where it needed to go.

I think the difference between children and adults is that kids are in the moment. My dad used to take me and my little sister mini golfing. While I watched the kids play with their dad I was sort of in two places at once. Not sure if that's good or bad. I laughed at the crazy, excited faces there in the moment and then when they'd be out of site, little tears escaped because it was just yesterday that my dad was around teaching me to hit the ball with the little golf club. It seems so yesterdayish that Dad could have come around the corner and not have been a surprise.

Soon this little guy will be out on the course. He pulls himself to standing. He's such a cute stinker. He had just barfed over a cracker and soaked himself before the picture and yet he still smiles on.

Weird Somehow Becomes Normal

Isn't it amazing how well humans adjust to change; experiences that were new and weird yesterday become simply normal today.

I contemplated this reality as I sat outside the Sacramento Reptile Show and nursed Christian. Escaped crickets hopped and chirped around the convention center hallways while I watched them peacefully from my motherly perch. Andy was with us and made a game of smashing crickets with his flip flops. Then he peered at the bottom of his shoes and was pleased to not find guts.

Last month crickets were gross insects; this month there's a fondness and acceptance for the little buggers as they're Mr. Beardie's favorite meal.

We attended the Reptile Show as a family at Nicky's request. This woman is future snake keeper. She has no qualms about touching and loving anything that sticks out a split tongue. There was an eye smorgasbord for her to be had at the show. There were Geckos, Monitors, Iguanas, Bearded Dragons (both small and large), and millions of snakes. I also felt more normal about our pet after seeing all the throngs of people at the show treating reptiles as normal pets. I feel slightly disappointed that Mr. Beardie isn't as healthy looking as some of the other Bearded Dragons we saw.

When we finished looking, we picked up some treats for Mr. Beardie including a live pinkie mouse and some canned crickets. The only trauma of the day came when we got home and Mr. Beardie would have none of the pinkie. Nicky held the tiny fetus mouse in her hand and got all motherly with her eyes as she stroked its wriggling body. I knew we were in trouble. I told her to throw it over the fence because we couldn't keep it. I explained there is no mommy mouse around and little pinkie is much too small for me to nurse. She threw it over the fence and came back crying. I almost cried too. Nobody likes to throw babies to the birds or whatever else is in the preserve but the mouse was food for crying out loud!!! I'm not getting this food as pets thing. Plus mice are gross. Or are they? That gross pink squirmer looked pretty sweet in Nicky's palm. It's all in the perspective I suppose.

The Pet's Food Becomes Pets

Here is the cute before the gross. Christian is everywhere these days. We love his blue eyes and endless slobbery kisses.

The other, yellow-eyed, latest edition is doing fine thanks to my efforts to get him to poop. He hadn't pooped for the whole week we'd had him. Jeff says there are no surgery funds for lizards who need to be de-compacted. So it was home remedy time. I treated Mr. Beardie to a warm bath and trip outside when it was 100+. All the warmth did the trick and he made a biggy out in the dirt. I couldn't help but appreciate that bit of thoughtfulness on his part. I had worried he might unload in the tub. I embarrassed myself because I didn't realize the neighbors were also out in their backyard until after I'd made a clap and yelled out to the kids, "yeah, Mr. Beardie finally crapped." I'm normally not so crude but I had worried we might lose our guy to his irregular bowels.

I expected Nicky would love her pet. He is friendly and loves to be taken outside. I did not however expect that the kids would give pet status to Mr. Beardie's food. Apparently meal worms are fun to feed to Mr. Beardie and they are also fun to play with. Both kids requested they get two for their own fun after Mr. Beardie ate. Just to gross you out further, the giant meal worms, which look more disturbing than maggots, are kept in the refrigerator. They stop wriggling at a cool temperature and hibernate. They come back to life after five minutes out of the fridge.

Here are the kids playing with their worms in the dirt. Notice the picture is taken with a screen door barrier. Here are some classic Andy announcements. He periodically came up to the screen door to give updates on his worm.

"I put my worm in wet dirt and he likes it."

"Daddy, my worm likes me. He's getting used to me."

"My worm will sleep tonight."

Surely these two are not my offspring. They handle the worms, crickets, silkworms, etc. as if they weren't disturbing in the least. They love the little creatures with sweet innocence and seem unaffected by wriggling and slime.

Mr. Beardie is a Baby

Last Saturday a little girl's dreams came true. Nicky is the proud owner of a 2 1/2 foot long Bearded Dragon name Mr. Beardie. I worshiped and adored cats as a youngster and always imagined my brood would do the same. Enter Jeff and Andy with cat allergies and somehow the love and longing for lizards grew within the girl who loves dresses, princesses, ballet, and all things feminine.

Mr. Beardie does feel a bit like a fourth child. I kiss the kids.

Sometimes I kiss Mr. Beardie if he's been a good boy.

I put children to bed.

And we always say goodnight to Mr. Beardie before we snuff out his heat source. Truth be told I'm a little jealous of all that basking he does. There's worst things than sunbathing all day.

I also feed, bathe (yes Mr. Beardie must have a weekly bath), and clean up poop. Mr. Beardie loves treats though not ice cream or cookies. He enjoys chasing and eating crickets. So even though Mr. Beardie is a different species and feels as cold as if he were already dead, he's not much different than kids when it comes to care.

So why don't I love him? Why do I secretly dream of the day I find he's died and we move his corpse and his tank out of the house? Holding him gives me the chills. I guess I'll give myself time. They say you love those you serve. He lives up to 20 years.

Parasitic Friendships

Oh Kindergarten!!! It's started and brought with it a whirlwind of emotions. Of course going to public school is important socially, so our problems are social. Let's start with Nicky's responses to my questions of how her day went or who she played with.

"I didn't play with anyone outside. I just made a bunny house out of bark at recess."

"Kindergarten is soooo long and I miss you." (This said with mournful, depressed blue eyes that look about to break into tears.)

"I'm just not fun."

"Everyone else seems to be making friends but I have nobody."

I had the worst separation anxiety imaginable in early elementary school and I had no friends that I can remember. At least nobody played with me at recess because I made cat paper dolls to play with by myself on the grass. Imagine how Nicky's early experience hastens past bad memories to mind and inflames my anxiety. It's worse watching Nicky have a bad experience because I love her more than myself and can do less about her problems.

I thought of one thing I could do, invite some of the little people over. Nicky's so shy she refuses to talk to anyone at school so I told her to watch and listen and bring me a name home. It seems so stalkerish. She gave me the name Amy and said she was a cute little girl with a short haircut. Good enough. I felt weird the next morning pacing about, watching the moms, and listening for the name Amy. I heard, "goodbye Amy" from a heavy set Polynesian woman. I went up and introduced myself and told her our shyness plight. Another mom was with her and told me her daughter Allyson is so shy she won't talk either so I invited both girls over and the moms. It all seems so parasitic on Nicky's part. I have to do all the work, so she can have a friend.

Everyone arrived today and I attempted to make chocolate chip cookies with them. It turned out that I made the cookies while the girls loved and sat on Christian. Once cookies were finished, Amy and her mom gathered up an enormous amount of cookies in a paper towel and hurried away. Geez Louise, if she was going to take that many cookies, could she have left her daughter for extra hour as payment so the girls could make friends. My good chocolate chip cookies come with a price. Allyson stayed a bit longer and her mom took one of my ward Labor Day Breakfast flyers so it was a success as a playdate and missionary experience. Ha.

Nicky deemed the playdate a success but asked that next time I only invite one girl over at a time. She's worried that in a threesome, two girls might make friends with each other and leave her out. It didn't happen today, but still she worries.

First Day

Lucky for the wimpy mother/daughter combo here, Kindergarten is only 3 hours and 20 minutes. Upon arriving home Nicky informed me that it felt, "soooo long" and she missed me the whole time.

After seeing Nicky in this giant line of 26 five year olds, Jeff and I both wondered aloud if Nicky could possibly learn anything. Too much homeschool indoctrination for us. She probably won't learn a ton in the classroom but she was excited about all the little girls and opportunities to make friends.

Poor Andy asked Nicky to play Scooby Doo with him before school and she said, "I can't play Andy. I have to go to Kindergarten." He kept complaining he didn't have anyone to play with until I put Christian down for nap, read him books, then took him to the grocery store and bought him a donut. He can't wait for Nicky to go to school again tomorrow.

This is a sad little picture. The clingy, separation anxiety, homesick genes run strong in this family. We walked Nicky to school and the whole walk back without her I cried. Then I got busy at home and suddenly it was time to pick her up again. Not so bad I suppose!

The boys in their jammies.

My pretty little big girl dressed in her fancy princess dress. She is most excited about her new clothes. Exciting her about what she'll wear tomorrow is the only way we're getting her to go back to Kindergarten. Hope she adjusts and makes friends quick.