Pumpkin Patch

Alternate title: pissed off pumpkin patch. Rosie was such a little stinker last weekend at the "pumpkin sack" (her words). Probably because I made her take of her sister's way-to-big dress and put on one of her own before we left. She sassed all over the place, grimaced and growled through picture taking and got mad at pumpkins that were too heavy for her to lift.

Her sister on the other hand was the opposite. She was recovering from a high fever but I thought a small outing in the sunshine may help perk her up. She smiled for pictures and was very sweet, if not a bit sluggish.

We brought home some little pumpkins (and one greenish gray one!) to paint the next day. Which was an adventure in itself.

I love this season and sharing it with my girls.

Bud goes to preschool

This year my sweet baby bud started preschool.

She is attending her big sister's alma matter. She tried several times last year to blend into the surroundings, either settling in a chair or getting in line to wash her hands, so that I would let her stay and play with big sissy. Needless to say, she was over the moon when I told her it was her big day.

She picked out her 'parkly shoes (just like sissy's), got to take "first day front step" pictures and insisted on wearing her backpack at every available moment. No bud, you can't wear your backpack in your carseat. And marched into the school like she owned the place.

She wasn't sad in the slightest when I left and had, what I can assume, was the best first day ever UNTIL she found out that nap time happens at school too. The next few school days were a challenge because she didn't want to nap. No nigh nigh at coo, mama! but she is adjusting well. She was the last one up on the past two school days and I got the pleasure of waking her. I sure do love some sleepy/cuddly bud.

Buddy is so big and brave. I sure am proud of my girls.

Kindergarten Bill

So Lilly started kindergarten this year. Which is crazy. It has been a big adjustment for all of us. The tardy bell rings at 7:50am and there isn't a whole lot of leniency surrounding tardiness. We learned that the third day of school... after we were 2 minutes late.

Bill was not particularly thrilled with the change in our morning routine. So I can't watch TV at all anymore?!? Just get up and get dressed and go to school?!?!?!?! The struggle is real.

Other then that she has really enjoyed it. She enjoys homework, especially when she receives praise for a job well done.  She has friends (and a 'boyfriend' named Michael who she is going to marry because he gave her money... yeah).

She bravely asked to bring lunch money one day and I obliged giving her as much direction as I could. I felt anxious all day wondering if she remembered to tell her teacher, if the lunch ladies were helpful and kind, if she liked what they served. She got into the car that afternoon and stated: I didn't give them the money. I learned that she had felt unsure/shy so she didn't speak up or give anyone the money. But she did get lunch (not sure how that works) AND she came home with an extra dollar (see above about Michael).

All in all she is learning all about the important things in life: TV withdraw, money laundering, and boys. Amiright?