I don't think I was ever the cool kid, but the deal was sealed when we got the mini van. I really wanted to get the cute family stick people to put on the back of it, but someone told me that's what all the minivan moms did so I decided not to. But now I'm a soccer mom. I'm back to wanting the minivan decals.
Hubby couldn't be more excited to finally have a girl in the family who likes sports. In fact, 5 minutes after we arrived at her first practice he jumped in to help the coach. By the time we left he was officially the co-coach of her team. Because we needed one more responsibility this year. :) It's fun to see him excited about something though--especially something involving our kids. It's a great way for them to spend time together. So here are some pictures of Big Sissy at her first soccer practice. Little Sissy and Little Buddy will start their Rookies classes in a couple of weeks, so I'll post more pictures then.
This week I sent my children to school. All of them. People told me this day would come, but there were times I couldn't even imagine it. Not that I'm entirely happy about it. No, I would still homeschool if anyone would let me. But they want to go, so I'm going to let them. I was most worried about Little Buddy. He's wanted to go to preschool for a year now. In fact, he has had a whole make-believe preschool going since Little Sissy started. In his pretend preschool, he had a teacher named Mulan--except when she broke her arm and he had a different teacher for a while. His friends there were named Ava and Aiden, except Ava seemed to be a bossy little pretend girl judging from the way they argued on the pretend phone. But Little Buddy is a little--well, exuberant. And I was afraid his teachers couldn't handle all that exuberance. You might detect my fear in this little pre-first day interview.
When we got there, though, it was nothing like I had pictured. I thought it would be full of quiet little girls and well-behaved boys who would make Little Buddy the target of way too much attention from the teachers. As it turns out, there are several special needs kids in his class, none of whom have their own aid, and so the teachers are too busy to notice all the quiet little kids. I think this will get better as everyone settles into a routine, but the good news is that no one thought he was noisy. At all. And no one thought he was wild. At all. Whew. I think he's going to fly right through the radar in this class. He had a great day building with blocks, riding the tricycle, doing puzzles, writing on the chalkboard. Before long I am going to stop staying all day. Then I'm going to stop peeking in the classroom every few minutes. Then I'm going to actually take that time to go get coffee or something. Baby steps.
