When you have young children, the “firsts” come pretty continuously for some time.
Some are just so worth documenting in any and all ways you can.
Me: “Please don’t run! Don’t run!” Naturally, Oliver then runs without abandon, misjudging the path past a sitting friend and falls directly into fountain. So he’s waist deep in cold water, and the look on his face is beyond hilarious. He’s sooooo sad, and terrified, but I can’t help but laugh because it’s so ridiculous. (And for the record, he totally knows how to swim now.) His Spiderman light-up shoes are currently air drying.
Hope all the college students watching enjoyed the show. I DID.
The Big Day:
Sophia’s drop-off at Kindergarten went without incident. She was so happy, in fact, that she was full of hugs and smiles all day long. Oliver was so thrilled to see her at the end of her day. He screamed and ran to her just to give a big hug, and she looked equally pleased. Sophia hung with friends from her soccer team, stayed on “Beehive Green,” and even said she helped someone find their backpack on their hook. She loves her teacher, who is “brown.” PS- the other teacher is “light colored.” (I absolutely love her innocence and observation, despite what may be deemed socially inappropriate in years to come, haha…).
It felt great to see the small successes of her day, considering the drastic measures we took to attend this school.
Oliver Looks Ahead:
My sweet boy has been nervous about starting preschool next week. Now he knows who his teacher is (his favorite!) and one of his best (girl) friends is in his class. He seemed so relieved right after I read him his class list and he saw his teacher. No promises how day 1 will go next week, but we finally reached a moment of contentedness. It also helps that we found a book about “Oliver Pig,” who is going to school for the first time. A few more reads of Llama Llama Misses Mama, and we’ll be set. He’ll be in the same preschool classroom that his sister was in last year, that my brother was in over 30 years ago.
My husband is coaching Sophia’s first AYSO soccer team, the “Pink Flamingos”. They had their first game this last weekend, and they actually were phenomenal! One girl is by far the clear all-star, so the girls took her lead. They were fierce and even abided by the rules without any clover picking or somersaults during the game! (Sophia did both at practice, which I was quite proud of, honestly.) It was in the high 80′s and getting hotter. After a few breaks and a half time rest, the girls put in another 5 minutes, and promptly supported each other in the best mutiny I’ve ever seen. Both teams pretty much said “Meh, over it” and walked off the field. It. Was. Awesome.
Sophia was brave enough to swim under two waves! Oliver even braved the water, attached to my hip, as long as I didn’t dunk him. Having grown up in a beach town, it was pretty great that they love the ocean. There’s nothing like swimming in the ocean, and I was pleasantly surprised they were ready to try it. And at my “home” beach too!
Well, I decided to end my internship. I had been reading one Young Adult/Romance novel per week and reporting on it, and finally it hit me. I was done. Tons of opportunity there for long term growth, but I knew I had maxed out. It was a hard decision, but the right one for me in this moment of my hectic life. There’s something refreshing about starting over, even if it seems like a letdown in some ways. Tying up loose ends in September seems to work for me. I have never gotten away from the “school calendar” mentality, where everything big and transitional usually is just before the school year begins.
So all our firsts have piled up as usually occurs for us this time of year. I can’t wait to send off Oliver (and hopefully without tears!) so I can start my real routine for the year.
A Bonus “First”:
I sprinkled cayenne pepper on our barbecue whilst listening to 90′s rap (Bone Thugs and Harmony). It just seems worth a mention because that seems pretty weird, right? We have furry visitors to our patio, and we are almost certain it’s a raccoon that keeps jumping on there from the wall (which is a den of plants). A raccoon has nested there before.
Okay, wish me luck on the parking situation at school tomorrow. It’s ugly out there! No parking lot, major traffic, and cops everywhere. The big question is this: will Oliver make me carry him in his pj’s for the long walk to the classroom? Oh boy.
Day two. Happy Fall, everyone!