Where’s John Saddington?
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There’s actually protein in the kashi almond granola bar and the almond nut thins. I especially feel good about the green pirate booty. The kids think it’s a special occasion. Lol.
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Can you believe she’s mad at me because I won’t let her stay at school? I guess we picked a good one! Inman Park Cooperative Preschool
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This one is so unpredictable. I knew it would be a smashing success or total disaster. And so, after kissing me like we just got married, she skipped off into class. She kills me.
Showing off her new kicks, which were obviously made for prancing off into little womanhood. O_o
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Ever since Roenne has attended school (from about 3), the start of the new year has been the first day of school.
And it seems that way today, more than ever! I have been glued to my phone and computer all morning/afternoon making appointments, signing up for all kinds of nonsense, filling out a billion forms and making payments, arranging play dates, and accepting invitations to the “first” birthday parties of the year.
Add Arden’s paper work for starting preschool to the mix, and I’m already wondering when today will be over!
This is why I’m glad we always take a moment to enjoy the calm before the storm each year. We began a tradition a few years ago, where John and I separately take Roenne out on dates to have some special one-on-one time on the eve of the first day of school.
John wrote about his date here, and of course he has completely outdone me with his nostalgic daddy/daughter date videos and photos, but what is marriage without a little bit of healthy competition?
Well, you win this one, buddy, because my calloused and bloody fingers (y’know from all the forms) can only muster two. =)
I really wanted to squeeze in hair trims for Roenne and Arden before school started; unfortunately, the only available appointment fell right at Arden’s nap time. GAH. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
One car nap, and a bowl of strawberries later…