Thursday, September 8, 2011

Emma starts school

Emma started preschool.

Although she is almost three, her birthday does not meet the cut off for our county so she is in the two year old preschool class.

She had a great first day.

She cried when I dropped her off.

She clung to me like a little spider monkey and screamed but all was well when I picked her up.

I think she will come out of her shell this year.

She may even say a few words for her teachers.

Her dress is from Matilda Jane. It is the Adriana Wrap Dress from the You & Me collection. It is sold out but you can find it on ebay. If you are interested in their clothes, message me and I will give you the trunk keepers contact information.

Her shoes were found at Old Navy last year on the clearance rack for a BIG $3.00.

Here are a few more pictures. Sorry the first one is foggy up top. It was soooo humid out that my lens fogged up :-(

Here is to a fabulous new preschool year...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


Caroline is dramatic.

I have NO idea who she gets it from.

She likes Kindergarten but according to her on Friday afternoon she was "NEVER going back to Kindergarten EVER!"

Dramatic AND emotional.

After drop off in the morning, I need a nap.

Anyway... Friday morning, I walked her into class and she ripped my shirt down exposing my bra to a classroom full of Kindergartners and parents. It was one of my prouder moments as a parent.

Today she cried and began crawling up my leg so I threw her at her teacher and ran out the door without so much as a "have a good day!". Talk about feeling like a fabulous parent.

So, now on Thursday she has to begin walking to class by herself.

I will have to drive through the carpool lane, she will have to get out of the car and walk to class by herself.

I have been trying to prepare her.

She is totally going to show her ass and I am prepared for that as well.

I just hate it.

I know she can do it.

I am not concerned about her finding her class.

I am concerned about her getting out of the car without ripping someones face and/or shirt off.

And to be quite honest, I don't really feel like seeing the carpool worker's boobs.

So, for those of you at our elementary school... calm your nervous systems Thursday. Do NOT beep the horn at me when I hold up the line because I KNOW I will be holding up the line.

I have a 5 year old emotional nutjob and I'm not afraid to send her to take you down.

Consider yourself warned.

Friday, September 2, 2011


I am sure from the outside looking in, my family can be comical at times.

After fights when I think the world has ended (I am not at all dramatic), I sit down and think back. To be honest, most of the time laugh out loud at my life.

Just the other day, I was talking to the girls.

I don't even remember the conversation but Caroline was excited about what we had talked about.

I turned to walk to the back of the house and all of a sudden I hear, "HOLLA!"

Excuse me?

Now, I will admit to using the word "holler" after a statement I agree with. More Southern than ghetto fabulous. "Don't cook tonight. Let's order pizza." I would respond with "holler!"

But from my 5 year old?

Your 5 year old is a math prodigy, you say?

Well, my 5 year old now uses the word "Holla".

Boo! In yo face!

Welcome to the real world.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Giggle for today. . .

All of the Kitchen Queens will love this...