Back to school

I'm too tired to be sentimental right now. Pressley woke me up at 2:45 a.m. by climbing into bed with us and telling me she was too scared to sleep in her bed. Then, I lay awake for a full hour before stumbling down the hall to get another 3 fitful hours of sleep in her bed.

We woke up when the alarms went off at 7 a.m. But I'll be derned if I know what happened to the time. By the time they were fed and had teeth brushed and I'd made 2 lunches, we were already behind.

But, I did manage to snap a few pictures of Evan's first day of first grade and Pressley's first day of Pre-K. They were very excited and TOO cute!

Getting ready to go:



Happy first grader:

Evan at his first grade desk in Ms. Baldwin's room:

Daddy and Pressley walking into the Frazer Center:

Pressley with her teacher, Ms. Martha: (Evan also had Ms. Martha, and we LOVE her.)

Diary of a mom of an exhibitionist

I do NOT have time to be blogging right now. We should be getting ready for my Granny's 90th birthday party since we will be leaving in less than an hour. (Happy Birthday, Granny!) But, I cannot take the chance that I will forget to write about this later.

This morning, Corin decided that he was going to embark on the project of getting Evan to ride his bike without training wheels. I know most 6 year olds can probably do that already, but our neighborhood is very hilly, and there is really nowhere for him to ride without very close supervision, so his bike time has always been fairly limited.

Anyway, while they were doing that, Pressley and I went to the grocery store (we never made it yesterday for the lunchbox essentials). A lady at Publix was handing out samples of fat free blueberry pudding. After initially passing on this offer, Pressley decided that she did want the pudding and then proceeded to nibble on the thimble-sized portion for about 20 minutes - including taking it into the car with us for the ride home. As we neared the house, she spilled some! Heaven forbid. So she began crying that she had to change her clothes. For once, this actually suited me since she needs to put on a dress for Granny's party. I told her there was nothing to be upset about because she was about to take a bath to get all clean and pretty for Granny's party.

Then, I got carried away with getting the groceries in from the car and watching Evan's bike demonstration. While standing in the shade across the alley-way from our garage and watching Evan try to learn to push off and get the bike going solo, I glanced over toward the house. And then did a double take. There stood a totally buck naked Pressley just outside the garage door in the driveway wearing nothing but a sheepish grin. Where any resident of about 10 neighboring houses could have seen her if they came out of their garages.

I began dying laughing and running back across the street. She asked me "What??" about 10 times, but I couldn't stop laughing long enough to answer her. I just shooed her back into the house and up the stairs.

I mean, seriously. What will this child think of next?

Mad painting skills and missing teeth

Just a quick update today. I told you that after we "surprised" Daddy with Evan's finished pottery, I would try to share it with you. Turns out Daddy wasn't all that surprised since Evan had left our gecko templates lying around the house, but he was still impressed by the finished product. I was too. Check it out. I really only helped a little bit. I traced our templates on where he told me to put them. Then, Evan painted and I re-traced the template lines with black paint. I think he should be pretty proud of himself.

And, I also promised a picture of the first missing tooth. Or, more accurately, the first gap left by the first missing tooth. This is not the best picture of Evan, but it is really hard to get a photo of a gap in the bottom teeth with a pleasant look at the same time.... Ya know?

That's all I have for today. Happy weekend. I'll be back Monday (if not before) to report on the kids' first day of school. I can't believe my babies are going to be in Pre-K and First grade! I'll wait until Monday to get all sentimental and mushy.

We've already been to open house and gotten all the school supplies labeled and in Evan's desk. Now, we're off to the grocery store to stock up on lunchbox necessities.

I'm thinking of seeking help

You'd think at age 30-(ahem), I would know myself pretty well. But, in my thirties, I've had lots of "new" revelations. For example, I can wear my hair curly (without a perm); I am a bit of a control freak; and my most recent revelation: I apparently was not done playing with Barbies when I was a child.

You see, I've discovered, much to my dismay, that I sometimes treat my only daughter as a bit of a Barbie doll. She may not have long blond hair or unrealistic body proportions, but I tend to dress her up all the same. I don't necessarily sign her up for activities just so I can buy the outfits that go along with it, but if I'm being honest, I have to confess that dressing her appropriately for each new activity really is my favorite part. I even find myself walking past the leotard section at Target every once in a while just in case they have any new offerings that Pressley might like.

It is a sickness.

So, when we decided to sign her up for soccer, I knew she would need cleats. So we went to Target yesterday to buy cleats. And a lunchbox for school. But that is beside the point.

She tried on the cleats with the pink accents, and right next to them were the matching socks. Now, I know that her uniform will come with some navy socks with some gray stripes, but BORing!! So, we bought the socks with the pink stripes. Then I realized that the child does not own any athletic clothing whatsoever. Not even a pair of shorts. So, here's how the rest of the thought process went:

"If I don't buy her a practice outfit, I'll have to let her practice in her uniform. If she sweats in her uniform at practice, I'll have to wash it. And we know from Evan's experience that the soccer uniform doesn't hold up so great in the wash. If I have to wash it twice a week, it will be ruined in no time. And then we'll have to pay $30 to replace it. So, it really would be cheaper to buy a new outfit for her to practice in."

See how neatly that works? If you need to rationalize something, you just give me a call and we'll work through it together....

So, I ended up buying her an athletic skort that is pink and black and white, which matches the new cleats and socks.

Luckily, Pressley is a willing and eager participant in this hobby of mine. She may even enjoy it more than I do.

So, yesterday you met Cheer Barbie:


May I now introduce Soccer Barbie: (She wore this whole ensemble - including socks - to get her hair cut and run errands today. I did make her take off her cleats and put on her sparkle cheer tennis shoes, but she still got quite a lot of attention. The person working the drive-thru at McDonald's yelled out the window as we walked past in the parking lot..."I like your socks!" And then called other employees over to look out the window as well.)

Here's Spectator Barbie at one of Evan's swim meets: (This is a bit of a stretch. I didn't actually dress her like that. She picked out the dress and necklace and then took my sunhat from me because it was miserably hot and sunny out.)

Beach Barbie:

Gymnastics Barbie: (That is a lollipop stick in her mouth. This pic was obviously taken after a haircut or a trip to the bank.)

And Mermaid Barbie: (But, in my defense... this was Halloween, so there was a legitimate excuse.)

So, you tell me... Do I need counseling, or do all mothers of girls do this to their daughters to a certain degree so long as the daughters are willing to indulge it?

Cheer camp!

[Disclaimer: If you have been around me recently, the following will mostly be review (maybe even word for word). These are some of my favorite stories to tell in social settings for the last several days, but I also wanted to preserve them for posterity. So I am taking the chance that some of you may be bored by the repetition.]

Lil’ P went to Cheerleading Camp last week. She had the best time. I was a little concerned about the whole thing since the camp was originally planned for girls who had completed kindergarten. Since Pressley has not yet started Pre-K, even after I got permission to enroll her, I worried that she would get frustrated and not be able to keep up, or that she would need extra attention and take away instruction time from the rest of the girls. But, we did it anyway. And, I’m so glad we did.

She came home every day saying that she’d had a good time, but as is her habit, she wouldn’t give a whole lot of details. One night she treated us to a “cartwheel” demonstration. I guess the funniest thing was when I (after watching Evan and Pressley both give it a shot) said, “No, guys. Not exactly. It’s like this…” and proceeded to try to do a cartwheel. Yeah...in my mind I can still do a cartwheel. The reality is not pretty. So I had to add, “Well. Not exactly like that either. That probably looked a lot like Pressley’s, huh?”

Another night, when I was tucking Pressley into bed, I was listening to her saying her prayers. I had my eyes closed, but noticed that her voice sounded different and she was pausing between each phrase. So, I opened my eyes to peek. She was cheering her prayers. It went something like this: “Now I lay me…[shake, shake, shake some imaginary pompoms to the right]; Down to sleep…[shake, shake, shake them to the left]” and so on. Hilarious! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud.

Finally, on Thursday, the parents were invited to a little exhibition at the end of the day to see what the girls had been doing. It was the cutest, funniest thing ever. First of all, Pressley was in her element. As the gym stands filled up, I’m pretty sure she thought all those people were there just to see her. Once they got all lined up, she could not stand being before an audience without saying something, so she started shouting out the one liners and they continued between the chants.

“Oh, I’m so excited!”
“This is going to be so great!”
[Instructor reminds the girls to be loud…]
“Wait til you hear how loud we’re going to be!”
“Oh, I just can’t stop giggling!”
[Scratching her mosquito bites] “Oh, I just can’t stop scratching!”

And on and on. There was also some weird posing. In one pose, she kept her arms crossed in a sort of gangsta pose while she grinned cheesily from ear to ear. In another, she’d put a toe out to the side and wave furiously with a sly little smile.

The cheering itself was also a sight to behold. She did really great considering the age difference between her and some of the other girls. She was usually a second behind the other girls – particularly when they jumped. The older girls had usually landed a jump and gone on to the next move before Pressley was ready to hoist herself off the ground. But we were so proud. And thoroughly entertained.

Oh, and then there was a tumbling demonstration. Pressley was supposed to walk out onto the mat and be helped down into a backbend. Instead, she came out and did a “cartwheel”. After her “cartwheel,” I think the instructor and her helpers expected P to get back at the back of the line, but she stood there during the other girls’ demos until someone finally realized she wasn’t going anywhere until she did her backbend.

I took several videos of the chants. And one of the dance. I wish I had kept rolling in between chants. And I wish I had kept rolling the whole time between the “cartwheel” and the backbend. But sometimes I had to stop filming just so I could really laugh or talk to the mom sitting next to me. Now I realize it would have been better to film those things than to miss some of Pressley’s antics. Oh, well. Lesson learned.

Here’s the link to the videos: http://picasaweb.google.com/apmccarthy1/CheerVideos. The quality is not great, but if you choose to watch them, it should take about 5-6 minutes to watch them all.

Here's a parting shot of all the girls during snack time. Can't wait to sign her up again next year!