She, of course, had to have her own props.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Welcome, Saturday!
Finally! I've never appreciated a Saturday as much as this one! I am so thankful for a morning where we didn't have to be out the door by 7am! It's entirely too loud. There are lots of giggles mixed with some occassional crying or screaming. I'm being told who did what (either in words from Sage or screams from Jaggar), but it's normal and I love that.
I caught them being still and watching cartoons....on TOP of the picnic table, of course.
I caught them being still and watching cartoons....on TOP of the picnic table, of course.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Blessed
"He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the LORD!" Psalm 113:9
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Jack of All Trades
Wow, what a week it has been! And it's not even over yet! These school days are LONG days, and it's not just school. Sage started gymnastics, ballet and tap this week too. I am SO proud of how well that she has adjusted to school because it is a huge adjustment....for all of us. She has to get up at 6am, and we are out the door by about 7:10. I personally think that it's ridiculous to require elementary aged kids to be in class at 7:30 and stay until 3. I didn't have to be at school that early until I was in HIGH school, and we were out at 2:20.
The first day that we picked her up, I could see how tired that she was. As soon as she got in the car, she busted out crying, and I was mortified. I couldn't get her to tell me anything, but later she talked about how fun it was. She said that she just missed me and didn't realize that it was going to be that long of a day. Oh, and we had to wait in the car line for 45 minutes, so I think she thought that we weren't coming. She has never said that she didn't want to go back. She has already gotten treasure at school for being such a good girl too. I am proud of her.
It's odd to see how big that she is already. I still can't really process that I'm a mother of a child in school. It is exhausting too. I am in school again. I'm up at 5 something getting BOTH kids ready...it's just a crazy transition, and I've never been one to like transitions. I've never looked forward to a Saturday as much as I have this coming one. Sweet sleep will be welcomed. Oh, another cool thing about Sage is that she has been moved into the more advanced dance class for each of her classes (tap and ballet) this year. She definitely didn't get that from me. I can sing, but I sure can't dance. She is growing and excelling in so much. My "baby"....
I took these the other day at her first day of gymnastics. They are extremely blurry and out of focus, but I was far away and trying to maintain Jaggar. She took gymnastics in the summer when Jaggar was born, but it was only 8 classes. She is so excited to be taking it throughout the year. I don't think that she stopped smiling for the entire class.
The first day that we picked her up, I could see how tired that she was. As soon as she got in the car, she busted out crying, and I was mortified. I couldn't get her to tell me anything, but later she talked about how fun it was. She said that she just missed me and didn't realize that it was going to be that long of a day. Oh, and we had to wait in the car line for 45 minutes, so I think she thought that we weren't coming. She has never said that she didn't want to go back. She has already gotten treasure at school for being such a good girl too. I am proud of her.
It's odd to see how big that she is already. I still can't really process that I'm a mother of a child in school. It is exhausting too. I am in school again. I'm up at 5 something getting BOTH kids ready...it's just a crazy transition, and I've never been one to like transitions. I've never looked forward to a Saturday as much as I have this coming one. Sweet sleep will be welcomed. Oh, another cool thing about Sage is that she has been moved into the more advanced dance class for each of her classes (tap and ballet) this year. She definitely didn't get that from me. I can sing, but I sure can't dance. She is growing and excelling in so much. My "baby"....
I took these the other day at her first day of gymnastics. They are extremely blurry and out of focus, but I was far away and trying to maintain Jaggar. She took gymnastics in the summer when Jaggar was born, but it was only 8 classes. She is so excited to be taking it throughout the year. I don't think that she stopped smiling for the entire class.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sage's FIRST Day of Kindergarten
Five and a half years ago, today, the first day of kindergarten, seemed like a lifetime away. I'd honestly not really thought about what life would be like when Sage started school. Yes, she's gone to Mom's Day Out or preschool since she was 2 1/2, but kindergarten is different. Without option. All day, every day. As the summer weeks slipped away, the impending start of school made me nervous. She's been with me her whole life, and now I'm supposed to leave her with someone I meet 4 days before the first day of school? It's a crazy thought, and one I will always have sympathy for for a mom experiencing it for the first time.
It really didn't hit me until about 2 or 3 days before it started that it was real. I found myself to be very calm, and then we went to orientation, and I just flipped. No one and nothing seemed good enough. It was too long of a day (7:35-3). Sage, on the other hand, was thrilled to be going, which is a pleasant change for how I was on my first day of school (for MANY years). I was very thankful for this, and I never told her my worries about it. I cried for the chapter in our lives that was over. I cried because she seemed too little. I cried because she seemed too big. I cried because it felt like my kids were going to grow up as fast as this day had already arrived. I cried because I can't protect her from everything.
So I expected this day to be REALLY hard, but honestly, I felt prayers and peace because I was okay. More importantly, she was ok. She was very excited about her polka dot socks and about the cafeteria. There were some things at orientation that I didn't like, and when we got to school this morning, they had been resolved on their own. It was awesome, and I could see God reassuring me that "it is well." She's so smart, and I know that she will have a great year. The house has been too quiet, and Jaggar is pretty bored with just me, but we will adjust and appreciate the weekends and her off days much more. Also, I will get to have some special Jaggar and Mommy time. I have to look at the positives! Here's pictures from her morning.
Ready to go. I'm glad she woke up in a good mood because an hour after she went to bed last night, she was still awake. She said, "I can't sleep because I'm so excited about kindergarten!"
They have to have clear or mesh backpacks, but I took her's to a local embroidery store. She picked out the fabric she wanted for her name, and it turned out wonderfully. The past few days, I've found 1/2 of my clothes and her's inside of it. I made sure she wasn't taking my things to kindergarten. :)
He was happy about kindergarten too.
She said, "I'm going to miss Bubby," and I made sure that she knew she would still be living here. :) But we have missed her this day.
Calling Nonni in the car to let her know, once again, that she was going to kindergarten today.
She loves her shoes and socks.
On the way in. We had to park WAY up the hill past the school.
Neither she or I were angry or upset here, though it appears otherwise, haha.
Her school
Again, it looks like I'm dragging her, but we were really okay. Travis was just snapping pictures as we were walking.
Her classroom is upstairs.
She looks so little to me. Brave girl.
So beautiful
Hanging her backpack under her name
When we walked in, her teacher, Mrs. Brooks, told them to pick out a coloring book and begin coloring at their seat.
She had to choose just the right one...
thinking...
Done. Madagascar it is.
This is her brave/nervous face. I know it well. She didn't want us to leave yet.
Taking a pic with my phone.
Last hug goodbye. I had to ask the teacher something, and Sage came over to me to ask what time I would be back. She told me last night at prayers, "I wish I didn't have to stay that long." I cried then (last night).
A shot of her classroom before we left. Right before I walked out the door, I looked back one last time to say goodbye, and I could see her starting to cry. That was tough and the only time I started to cry today. Thankfully, it has been the only time that SHE has cried about the entire thing. I'm so impressed and proud with how brave that she has been.
Once we got home, the boys had breakfast. I just thought that these pictures were cute.
It really didn't hit me until about 2 or 3 days before it started that it was real. I found myself to be very calm, and then we went to orientation, and I just flipped. No one and nothing seemed good enough. It was too long of a day (7:35-3). Sage, on the other hand, was thrilled to be going, which is a pleasant change for how I was on my first day of school (for MANY years). I was very thankful for this, and I never told her my worries about it. I cried for the chapter in our lives that was over. I cried because she seemed too little. I cried because she seemed too big. I cried because it felt like my kids were going to grow up as fast as this day had already arrived. I cried because I can't protect her from everything.
So I expected this day to be REALLY hard, but honestly, I felt prayers and peace because I was okay. More importantly, she was ok. She was very excited about her polka dot socks and about the cafeteria. There were some things at orientation that I didn't like, and when we got to school this morning, they had been resolved on their own. It was awesome, and I could see God reassuring me that "it is well." She's so smart, and I know that she will have a great year. The house has been too quiet, and Jaggar is pretty bored with just me, but we will adjust and appreciate the weekends and her off days much more. Also, I will get to have some special Jaggar and Mommy time. I have to look at the positives! Here's pictures from her morning.
Ready to go. I'm glad she woke up in a good mood because an hour after she went to bed last night, she was still awake. She said, "I can't sleep because I'm so excited about kindergarten!"
They have to have clear or mesh backpacks, but I took her's to a local embroidery store. She picked out the fabric she wanted for her name, and it turned out wonderfully. The past few days, I've found 1/2 of my clothes and her's inside of it. I made sure she wasn't taking my things to kindergarten. :)
He was happy about kindergarten too.
She said, "I'm going to miss Bubby," and I made sure that she knew she would still be living here. :) But we have missed her this day.
Calling Nonni in the car to let her know, once again, that she was going to kindergarten today.
She loves her shoes and socks.
On the way in. We had to park WAY up the hill past the school.
Neither she or I were angry or upset here, though it appears otherwise, haha.
Her school
Again, it looks like I'm dragging her, but we were really okay. Travis was just snapping pictures as we were walking.
Her classroom is upstairs.
She looks so little to me. Brave girl.
So beautiful
Hanging her backpack under her name
When we walked in, her teacher, Mrs. Brooks, told them to pick out a coloring book and begin coloring at their seat.
She had to choose just the right one...
thinking...
Done. Madagascar it is.
This is her brave/nervous face. I know it well. She didn't want us to leave yet.
Taking a pic with my phone.
Last hug goodbye. I had to ask the teacher something, and Sage came over to me to ask what time I would be back. She told me last night at prayers, "I wish I didn't have to stay that long." I cried then (last night).
A shot of her classroom before we left. Right before I walked out the door, I looked back one last time to say goodbye, and I could see her starting to cry. That was tough and the only time I started to cry today. Thankfully, it has been the only time that SHE has cried about the entire thing. I'm so impressed and proud with how brave that she has been.
Once we got home, the boys had breakfast. I just thought that these pictures were cute.
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