Growing up

About a month ago, Stella had her last day at Grani K’s…

stella and kathy

stella and alex

…and started pre-school. Here she is (with Alex) on the second day of school (because, like an idiot, I forgot to bring the camera on the first day of school. Yes, I know, I was let off with a warning…this time.)

alex and stella

alex and stella

alex and stella

Even though I knew this was a milestone in her life, I was unprepared for how emotionally blindsided I was. As I watched her from halfway across the room – demurely standing there, obediently nodding at the teacher, little backpack secured around her shoulders, I was overcome with a wave of emotion so intense that I had to pinch myself to keep from completely succumbing to the lump lodged squarely in the back of my throat. As I leaned down to give her a kiss and told her to have a good day, she shot back a simple, “Okay, Mommy,” and tromped off with Alex to find her new cubby.

I guess I had better get used to this.

Watching

Today I was reminded that one of the best ways to reset the frustration-o-meter is to watch my kids when they don’t know I am looking. I had the opportunity to do this, individually, with both of my kids today, and was quickly reminded of what it is all really about.

Watching Stella walk around the playground, ding-dinging away on the musical triangle and watching Porter intently try to stuff his foot in his mouth – without a doubt – made my day.

stella and porter

Survival of the Fittest

When you are two going on three, you have to pull out all the stops in ensuring your parents don’t resort to seting you on the porch with a sign reading “FREE to good home”. Witness example #1 of how this is accomplished:

stella