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…)
Two weeks ago I was in San Diego, hosted by the fabulous RWA chapter there. I went in one day early to do something I rarely get to do when I travel: sightsee. I was determined to spend one free day in San Diego, and see more than the hotel and airport. I spent all day Friday at the San Diego Zoo, which was fabulous. I had an amazing time there. And took a lot of pictures. So I’m going to share them with you every day this week (while I’m off at RWA Nationals in NYC!)
For the first set of pictures, the first thing I did when I got in to the zoo was took the 40-minute guided bus tour they offer as part of admission. I was so glad I did, because it gave me some insight into the zoo layout, and I also got to see a lot of the animals wide awake and active first thing. Here are my favorite moments from that bus tour.
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 got my hair cut today. I wanted to do something different, because I was tired of dealing with my hair. So the other day I went browsing for pictures on the internet and I found this:
My hairdresser said, “Let’s do it!” and though I was nervous, I decided it was time.
We took before pictures at the studio. My hairdresser said they’re meant to look awful. I’m not sure if they’re meant to look THIS awful, but there you go. Ignore the circles under my eyes that make me look like a hag 😉 And yes, she did deliberately mess my hair up a little before she took the picture. Ha!
And here’s the after pictures. I am SO happy with how it turned out. It’s amazing how much curl is really in my hair when all that length and bulk isn’t weighing it down!
This side view is my favorite because you can see how well-shaped and fun the cut is. I love it!