Friday, September 4, 2009

Flashback Friday

Just a little look back at one of Ella & Aidan's favorite past times....the swings!


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Drama Queen

Ella has a new habit.  She has always been quite dramatic, but has recently taken it to a new level.

When she gets upset, she now clasps her hands over her eyes and makes a big production, followed by lying down on the floor and curling into a little ball.

She is not picky at all about where she performs - anywhere will do.  The driveway, the car, Target, the grocery store, the park....yes, they have all been privileged enough to witness our little angel's sweet performances.

It is so much fun.  I just love having everyone stare at me (Aidan included) and give me that scowled face that either says, "What have you done to your child" or "Geez lady, can't you control your own kid?".

Alas, something tells me that our little drama queen has all kinds of tricks up her sleeves that will be revealed throughout the upcoming years.






Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Making funny faces while wearing the wrong bibs!







Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Firsts

Ella and Aidan's first day of preschool is looming in the near future. I get teary when I contemplate first days, when I imagine kids donning backpacks and heading through the doors of the places that will keep and (hopefully) nurture them for years to come. 

We have parent orientation tonight and have a “meet the teachers” open house on Thursday morning. Next Tuesday, on September 8, 2009, Ella and Aidan turn 28 months old, and will pass through the doors of their school building on their very first day of preschool. It will be a day full of firsts. 

For Ella and Aidan it means the first day of the two’s class, their first backpacks, their first packed lunches, their first day apart from Mommy and/or Daddy.

For Mike and I, it will be our first definitive act of letting go as parents.

When we leave them at preschool for the first time next week, I fully anticipate my knees to shake as I walk out. I anticipate sitting in the mini-van in the parking lot, feeling that heavy, dreadful sense of having lost something, and not being able to remember where I left it.