File under: Things I find impossible to believe. Especially when revisiting this post from the first day of kindergarten. Wasn’t that just yesterday? How can it be a year ago?
But in the tradition of all good parents, I took some pictures of her first day. She was really excited…and then suddenly really nervous. But she’s going to know all of the kids in her class, and her teacher seems extremely nice, so I know she’ll be fine. Really, I can’t wait to see what this year holds, even if it is hard to believe she’s in first grade (I’ll need to say it a few hundred more times before it sinks in). And I admit, when I texted Josh the picture of Brianna with her teacher, and said “here’s our baby” I suddenly got REALLY teary.
So, here she is. My first grader. *sniff* (the goofy faces were all her idea)
Isn’t she beautiful?
With her new teacher!
Honestly, I’m so excited for her, because I think she’s going to have a great year. But in the spirit of last year’s post, and the wee bit of melancholy I’m feeling, here I am (I’m blue…)
We’re growing strawberries
And going to the beach
With the top down
And wearing our shades. Because we’re baaad.
I know I write a lot here about Brianna, but honestly, she makes me laugh so often, I have to share. I think I’ve shared with some of you that Brianna has, in the past few months, taken to communicating through her drawing and some signs. One night she was so upset with us, she taped a sign to her door. It was dark in the hallway, so she turned on a flashlight and propped it up so it was spotlighting the sign–so we’d be sure not to miss it. Dramatic six year old! But last night, we got a series of signs after I yelled at her. Actually, we often get “messages” after I yell at her. I think because I generally hold on to my patience longer than Josh does, and she comes to me when he yells at her, so when I yell, it’s even more emotionally upsetting. So let me share last night’s sequence of events with you. She goes to bed and I follow her up, because I’m collecting laundry. I ask her a series of questions, get “I don’t know” answers to all and lose my patience with both the answers and how messy her room is. I go back downstairs and am summoned upstairs by my brother 15 minutes later, who’s noticed this:
Translation: I love you but please keep out. At least she still loves us, right?
A few minutes later, these are slipped under the door.
In case it’s not clear, that’s Josh and I yelling, her crying and her heart broken. Dramatic much?
But apparently I haven’t broken her heart quite enough to stop a plea for help, because a few minutes later we get this under the door:
Translation: Mom help. A mosquito. A big one (I give her props for even attempting to spell mosquito at six years old. A for effort!) This sign sent me into hysterics. Why she didn’t CALL for me at this point, I don’t know (possibly because I told her not to come out of her room again, lol). Seriously, I love this kid and her “sign” language. (btw, there really was a big mosquito)
I know I haven’t been a good poster, but I got some good shots of Brianna this weekend, both at soccer and for Halloween. She’s growing so fast, I have to share! (as a point of interest, on Saturday, she had two soccer games and I took a total of 1100 photos!)
Brianna and one of her soccer coaches (who is also a friend of ours. He is GREAT with kids)
Brianna and her dad
One of the games had kids versus parents to end the season
This cracks me up because of the cows in the background. Makes it look like we’re playing in a field.