Official parent of a first grader

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…)

“sign” language

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)


A few fall pictures

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.

My baby girl is six!

I know I’ve been quiet here on the blog the past month, but there’s no way I wasn’t going to post a little something for Brianna’s birthday. It’s blog tradition. Some of you have been around here long enough to know that on her first birthday, I started the tradition of writing her a letter recapping the year. I stopped posting them here, as of last year, but I do still write them. I haven’t quite decided when I’ll give them all to her. Maybe when she’s sixteen and really hating me?

Some people (like me) find the passage of time most startling in the growth of other people’s kids. So I know some of you, who remember B when she was “.5” because I wouldn’t tell anyone the name we’d chosen until she was born, probably feel some of the same disbelief I do this morning, that this adorable baby (posted January 21, 2005):

Is now this beautiful little girl (taken this morning):

But still with the same bright blue eyes:

It’s amazing how easy it is to feel like you’ve blinked and six years have passed, isn’t it? I’m so glad I’ve got this blog to help me remember some of it.

Anyway, happy birthday to my baby girl. I’ll try not to be too weepy and sentimental today.

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