First Day of School 2014

Today my first baby went to kindergarten. She’s by far the most social and outgoing member of our family – a true extrovert who gains energy from being around others, stuck in a family of introverts. (Although it looks like her baby sister may be following her lead.) She loves to learn new things, too, and she’s been ready for school for a long time.

This morning she woke up an hour early and couldn’t wait to go see her classroom. I took first-day-of-school pictures at home, then packed the camera to bring to school and she was not pleased. “I don’t want to take PICTURES, mom, I want to LEARN.” I assured her other parents would probably bring cameras, too, but she still didn’t approve. Photo ops were not in her plans for school. (She felt better in the moment when she could see I wasn’t holding her back from other activities.)


It felt weird to leave her in this busy, bustling room, sitting all by herself, but she didn’t seem apprehensive. I went into detail about the pickup process and she got a little impatient. “OK! See you later! Bye!”

From the first time I handed her to a nursery attendant at a few months old, she’s been excited to go off and explore the world. She loves her family and home, of course, but she’s an adventurer. She’s so excited for this new adventure, I can’t even be sad for myself. (Although I’ll admit I’m crying a little writing this.)


Fall 2014: Kindergarten, Preschool, Mama’s girl.

Gotta have something to worry about

You know that feeling where everything is going really well and you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop? My worry right now is focused on the four-month sleep regression.

It’s not just that I’m accustomed to sleeping through the night. (Did I tell you my three-month-old has been sleeping all night for awhile now? 12 straight hours, baby.)

Our household has grown accustomed to a level of functioning only attainable by two parents who sleep through the night. We’re still tired, for sure, because there just aren’t enough hours in the day. But there’s a home cooked meal most nights and we at least make an effort to pick up. I’m worried we’re stretched to the limit with three young kids and any further stretching will snap the rubber band, leaving destruction in it’s wake. It’s silly, since just two months ago we had a baby who got up every couple hours. If I make a list of takeout options we’ll be just fine, right?

But I like my clean house. I like my sleep, too. Maybe I am worried about how to deal with broken sleep again after getting back to ‘normal’.

I’m not spending too many precious brain cells worrying about the future, I’m just of the sort who likes to be prepared. It’s comforting, in a way, to know the four-month sleep regression is coming so I know I won’t be surprised. Maybe I’ll be super mom and make some freezer meals. The other day I defrosted the last of the pre-baby freezer meals – it was one of my very favorites (breakfast casserole) and I wanted to kiss former me for being so good to present-day me. How thoughtful!