Kindergarten - Part II

Before you ask, no. I did not cry. I'm fine. Honestly? A little sick of being asked that. Shouldn't we only worry if our kids are upset? Because Claire shows so little separation anxiety it makes me think she might be ready for college.

For the record, I don't think I even got close to crying. I kept waiting for it to happen to me like all the other moms talk about. But nope. And I'm fairly certain it's not because I don't love her enough or won't miss her a little sometimes. She's just so ready. She's been so ready for so long. Can she be too ready at this point? Cuz if it's possible, then she is. And it will be so good for her, so how can I be sad? This is why I have babies. To see them become great kids.

So if there are any other moms out there who feel like they're supposed to cry but didn't, know that you have good company. I'm pretty sure it doesn't make you a bad mom. Just a non-embarrassing one.

Kindergarten

Now summer is over.

She's ready.

And off she goes.

A Mum for the New Mum

When I was in college, I took a class on floral arranging with my sister. It was my last semester and her first so we wanted to take a class together the one semester we would overlap in school. It was SO fun!

One day our teacher highlighted a floral phenomenon I had never heard of before. Homecoming mums. Have any of you heard of these before? Because I'm pretty sure they're non-existent in California where I grew up. In a nutshell these are like corsages on steroids. You know, kind of like how a person trying to get all ripped on steroids is doing something that ought to be attractive in theory, but in practice it's kind of disturbing and gross. Yah, kind like that, but with flowers and ribbons and other flotsam. If you've never seen these before, you really have to see pictures to understand. My descriptions could never convey the full wrath of these suckers.

As far as I understand, these are something that is most popular in areas like Oklahoma and Texas. Which somehow makes sense, what with "everything is bigger in Texas," right? I've still never seen the finished product in person, although I have seen all the supplies for sale in the local craft stores.

I gave birth to Scott about 9 months after we moved to Texas. Imagine my surprise (delight? horror? I don't even know) when I was brought to my hospital room after delivery and I saw this hanging from the door:

My own hospital mum!

And in case you thought it might be an isolated incident, here is the baby girl version I got for Kate:


They're very toned down compared to the homecoming versions, but relative to the size of your baby's body, they're huge! I hope none of the nurses were offended that I never actually pinned those babies to my babies. I tell myself that they MUST be only meant as wall hangings. Right? I don't know. Until I saw pictures with them in use, I would have thought homecoming mums were only meant for attaching wheels to and using as floats in a parade.

I think these photos to prove that I have two bona fide Texas babies. I love it!

I HATE When That Happens

I bought a mirror at IKEA the other day. The directions have only one step, followed by this warning:

Do you think that happens a lot???

So I guess if there's a window in your bathroom, you can't have both this mirror AND any curtains. Or, you know, towels. What about toilet paper? Fortunately our bathroom is totally windowless, so we're spared the dreaded inferno of the IKEA mirror.

Bathing Beauty?

NOTE: I don't have good ideas for current posts and I'm a little behind on posting some old things I wanted to post. You get out of date posts. So sue me. I have a new baby who doesn't like to let me get things done, okay? You'll pull through.

The pediatrician told us to sunbathe Kate. Here she is at 3 days old:

"Mom, it's too early. Turn that bright light off!"