Disappointment on her face

Chica: P and I can't be together any more

me: oh? What do you mean? Like at recess?

Chica: I'm afraid not

me: OH. did yall get in trouble or something?

the look that came over her face was somehting I have never seen before. PURE dissapointment in herself. It broke my heart. She has never gotten in trouble at school before. After 20 minutes of me trying to get her to tell me what she got in trouble for. After 20 minutes of huge tears in her eyes, her refusing to tell me or to say anything at all, and instead she was trying to hold her self together. After 20 minutes of me letting her know it is ok to get in trouble at school sometimes, all kids get in trouble, she is there all day five days a week, that it wont be the last time, and so on and so on. She ends up telling me that her and P were playing with their food (corn) by hiding it in their hand and making the other guess which hand it was in. Her teacher said something to the sorts of "yall can't be together" and my child took that as in they can't ever play/eat/sit/read/listen/ and everything else possible for forever. Poor little girl.



Often, I think about the things that she is going to experience and learn over the next year. I think about the moments she will be proud of herself and the moments she will be disappointed in herself. I wonder if I have prepared her for those moments. Of course, being her mom, I don't want her to deal with disappointment (from herself or anyone else) but I know that she must. She is a human, God made us able to deal with disappointment and she will only learn as she experiences it. The same goes for being proud. I have full confidence in my child. I know her strengths and weaknesses. I know her happiness and her nervousness. I know her success and her failures. I know she is and will be the type of person that is more angry and disappointed in herself than anyone else. I know that I will have to make the conscious effort to teach her that she doesn't need to be perfect.

It starts now, preparing her for being a kind, giving, understand, forgiving, loving, positive adult. It starts now, teaching her that life will not always be rainbows and butterflies. Life changes, we make mistakes, we hurt.. but it is what you do with it all. It won't be the last time she plays with her food. Heck, I play with my food and I am almost 30. It wont be the last time she gets in trouble (although she didn't really get in trouble) It wont be the last time her eyes fill with tears as she sits in disappointment of herself. All I can do is allow it to happen. Allow her to learn. Allow her to see the outcome. While I stand beside her with love and encouragement.

Car Line

This isn't our first car line experience. BUT, it is our first car line experience with the entire school. Last year, her school offered half days for preK, so when I picked her up in car line there were only a few other cars and it was just kids her age. Now it is different. Now I am line with all the other moms. Going to this private school means no bus rout. Not that I would want her on the bus but it just means every student is being picked up in car line.


Yes, I am that mom that gets to her school an hour before school is over. I am that mom that sits in care line jamming to music, reading a book, and doing school work. I am that mom that freaks out if it is 2:20 and I am not there yet.

I don't have to be first. Honestly, I am never first. I will sit in a parking space until another car gets first in line. I am second though, or third..fourth..fifth. As long as I am under 10, I am happy. Why?? Why are there moms like that? Well, for me.. I would rather sit in a still care, chill out for 45 minutes, catch a glimps of her walking to and from recess, be a first to pick her up, be home by 3:30 instead of sitting in stop and go car line for 30 minutes and get home at 4:00. It makes sense to me. I love it.

And this people, THIS is the joy of my day. Every day, THIS is what I see.


THIS is why I am THAT mom...

She knows I am first. She knows to look for me. It makes her giggle. It fills my heart with happiness. She loves it too.. I think

For some reason, blogger is still not letting me upload video. This is a bummer because I have the cutest video of her walking in line, giggling when she sees me, and then turning around and waving to me.

Half Friends

The first day chica told me about a boy she was friends with. She tells me that this boy was mean to another little girl (M) and yelled at her. After telling me the story, she states that she isn't going to be his friend because he is mean. I explained to her that they could still be friends but maybe she needs to kindly tell him to be nicer to people. That was on a Friday. Monday afternoon rolls around and we talk about her day as usual. In the middle of the conversation she is going on and on about her day and she says

"you know my half friend"
me: your what?
chica: my half friend.. you know, the boy that was mean to M
me: umm, yea. Is that what you call him? Your half friend?
chica: yea, because he is mean

The conversation went on longer but that is all I wanted to really talk about. Her "half friend" oh my goodness. How my child's brain works just simply amazes me. I get it though. She is half his friend becuase she is unsure if she wants to be his friend because he is mean to others. GO HER. I give her props.. she took my advice, stayed friends with him, but is going by her own judgement on if they should be friends. I take it her opinion is half right now?.?.




UPDATE:  chica and her half friend are no longer friends. "he yells at other kids all the time"

Well, good choice.. lets move on and find kinder friends!

  Princess kindergartener                                 We are going to miss each other today

back pack and cubby area

I have been meaning to take a picture of her cubby area. SO CUTE. I am not sure why she doesn't hang the back pack on the hook but o well. Notice underneath the cute nap mat she has! Folder up top, back pack in the middle, extra clothes in the tub, and nap mat on bottom. 

I love it. 

First Day

August 16th

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

 side note: it is no surprise that I am not the best speller but come to find out (on my own) I have been spelling kindergarten wrong since... well, forever. Great.. GREAT. her first day of school picture and look what I did. Puzzeling thing: not a single person has told me that I spell it wrong. Come on people, you know I want to be told about my spelling mistakes. It is the only way I learn.

Her first day

When I grow up I want to be a vet, a teacher, and a mom.

I do walk her to the classroom. It is not required and actually it is not encouraged but heck, when else will I be able to walk my daughter to class? She is my only child, this is a once in a life time thing here. My first and last kindergartener. I'll take full advantage of it now because next year she will be in the main building and I wont be able to walk her. (1st grade.. ahhhh)

Carline! I got to see her walking back to class and she spotted me!

First Day was a huge success. I am so thankful for this school and these teachers (I am thankful for all teachers out there. The majority of yall are amazing and have such warm hearts)

What she has to say:

Her first day was great. She made some new friends but one of the friends was mean to another little girl so she wont be friends with him anymore. (I explained she should still be his friend but to ask him if he could just be nicer) She went to PE and played games, had lunch in a cafiteria, had rest time on her new mat, and ate snack, then of course the beloved recess. 

She did so much to day. I am not use to her having so much to say about her day. 

I have video of her when she got in the car but blogger is not letting me upload it at this moment. Will update later so be sure to check back!

Registration Day

August 14th

Registration Day!

The day we got to meet her teachers. Registartion started outside the school in the courtyard? area. It was crazy crowded. Luckily we got their early of course so we were able to sign up for Yoga and parent volunteer things along with purchasing a ton of school items. (tshirts, water bottle, grab bag.. and so on) Then the doors opened for the kids to go crazy. Her school post the list on the outside of each classroom. I had no idea where her class was and wondered in the hall for a while. There are only 2 kindergarten classes and each class has 15 students and 2 teachers. Pretty awesome right?

Anyways, we found her teacher. For blogging.. I will call her Mrs. C (and Mrs. H). A little girl we met at the yoga table told chica that she hopes she gets Mrs. C because when she was in kindergarten (last year) that is who she had and she is the best teacher ever. Although I am sure both classes are great, we might have just hit the loto according to a 1st grader. 

As you can probably see, and as most people know, I don't really look my age. Actually, the reactions I get when I say my age is quite humorus. I should record it one day. But yes people, I am 27 years old.. a few months short of 28 years old. Looking young is a blessing and there is nothing I can do about it. With that said, I do try to dress more "mom-ish" here and there. It is pretty much my last half of 2013 and all of 2014 goal. (dressing like an adult mom instead of an early 20's mom) 

Can't go wrong with white capris and a silky black button up

And there she is. Sitting at a table, getting her coloring on while I head to the gym for some meeting. The best part of the meeting (other than I "made friends" with another mom) is that they introduce the kindergarteners. While I would post the video.. there are other kids on it and the first and last names are said so I am not really comfortable posting other kids information like that without their parents knowing. So, if you want to see the video.. just text me

It was a fun and exciting day. I think I may love registration day in the future. A little overwhelming at moments but all in all it was great.