Cryin' Me a River
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I always get a little weepy as the school year comes to a close, but finishing up the Pre-K year is especially difficult. Saying goodbye to fantastic teachers and little classroom buddies who will all be going to different schools next year, is just so hard for me to do. Pre-K is such special year--a growing year--experiencing a ton of "firsts", and it's hard to believe it's come to an end.
My Little Graduate
Her Closest Friends
It really does seem like yesterday I snapped this first day photo in her new big-booty-back-to-school dress. It's funny. She never wanted to wear that dress again--and didn't--the entire year.
Until today. The very last day of school.
(I promise, I had absolutely nothing to do with it.)
And here she is, nine months later. Isn't she "booty"ful?
As hard as it is to let go sometimes, I have to keep reminding myself that there is so much more to look forward to beyond Pre-K. Like finally having both kids in the same school next year. I'm already preparing myself for that emotional moment when big brother takes his baby sister by the hand and walks her into school on that first day. And praying to God he doesn't decide to trip her on the way in.
Surely, he wouldn't dream of such a thing. Surely...
Being Busy Aint So Bad
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 11:37 AM
Monday, May 14, 2012
This has been such an awesomely busy week. My cooking, baking, and very limited crafting abilities have been revved into overdrive in an attempt to show the wonderful teachers in our community just how much we support and appreciate them. Charged with the task of molding our future, one week dedicated to teacher appreciation somehow seems inadequate for all they do, but hopefully it was enough to simply say We Care!, despite our state legislators' attempts to completely deface public education in Oklahoma. But I'll save that political rant for another time. So, moving on.
As if slaving in the kitchen wasn't enough to completely wipe me out, I simultaneously became engrossed in a novel (which is not something you want to have happen when you're up to your elbows in end-of- school-year activities). It isn't just your run-of-the-mill novel, you see, but a wildly erotic trilogy that has had many of the small town ladies in my community chattering in hushed tones, with eyes wide open and jaws agape. It is quite a scandalous read, indeed. And filled with pages and pages of train wrecks from which you cannot possibly divert your eyes--not even at one o'clock in the morning when your brain is pleading with you to go to bed. This caption sums it up perfectly:
I'd venture to guess that if the husbands of all these chattering ladies knew what was making their wives' cheeks blush and hearts flutter, they'd be reading it too!
Speaking of babies, I became an aunt to yet another beautiful niece this week. On May 8th, Blythe Edgar made her grand entrance into the world at a hefty 9 pounds 7 ounces. She's quite a beauty, if I do say so myself. Wyatt and Avery already adore her, as does her big brother Ian.
By the time Friday rolled around, I was ready to prop up my feet and call it a week. And just before my rear end hit the couch, I heard the clinking of wine glasses calling my name. For it was Mother's Day weekend and time to celebrate. A weekend just for me!
, I thought. I can sleep when I dead
. So I kicked off the weekend celebrating with two very special mothers in my life--my mom and sister--at Pinot's Palette
on Cherry Street. There we learned that in addition to cheese and chocolate, wine pairs beautifully with paint. Especially when peacocks are involved.
On Saturday Eric took the kids fishing while I...are you ready for this?....slept in until 8:30, read more of my smutty novel, then treated myself to a long run and my nephew's soccer game before heading out to the Tulsa Drillers game with my family. Have I ever mentioned how much Avery loves baseball?
On Mother's Day, Wyatt and Avery presented me with an array of potted flowers before treating me to breakfast at the local Ihop. The evening was spent relaxing with Eric's family, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over Baby Blythe and rocking on the porch swing, enjoying the cool breeze and relishing in yet another beautiful Mother's Day.
I am truly blessed. The End.
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 2:06 PM