Moving on up

EB started a new school year yesterday (bright and early, mind you). At orientation we learned that “Your kids are now considered the ‘big’ kids here.” I took deep breaths and JB leaned over to make sure I wasn’t crying full out, ugly crying. On the heels of that info, we celebrated our first THIRD birthday of a classmate. Wow. It was a lot for this want-to-stop-time-panicked-she’ll-be-in-kindergarten-if-I-blink momma. It’s all good. This will be a great year and we’re excited.

So, we said goodbye to our beloved teachers in 116. Last year was a great year for EB. She learned so much….like how to count to 30 with the exception of 26, 27 and 28. Did you know they are interchangeable? She also learned to say “butt.” We remedied that RIGHT quick and found out she learned that from her “daddy” and not her peers. She learned to use the potty and only occasionally tried to “potty like da’ boys.” She became incredibly independent and expanded her vocabulary threefold. I think her favorite accomplishment was wearing a helmet and learning to ride the big trikes…That one time we went to the ER for a busted lip was not from the big trikes. It was from her face planting into the corner of the windowsill. It was, indeed, a great year with an ER trip under my belt.


One thing that has tripped EB up is holding numbers up with her fingers. She has now perfected it and likes to practice. Here she is practicing….and concentrating. I hope this isn’t a sign of her taking on my MAD math skills... mad as in, almost drove me madly insane!

Miss Manners

Such a lady this little gal is becoming….. We try REALLY hard to stay on our P’s and Q’s and stress the importance of good manners.Not really sure when “m’am” and “sir” flew out the window, but at Casa de Black….they are demanded. She’s so dainty and feminine. Full of sugar and spice and EVERYTHING nice. We’re just SO proud of who she is becoming.

Disclaimer: Of course I'm being sarcastic, but we are so proud of her. She is growing so much and is turning into such a little girl. I knew this day was fast approaching...but wow. There are moments when the sugar has dissolved and I'm left with a spicey little monster, but it's usually short-lived. Evie is SUCH a pleaser, most of the time, and it warms my sensitive little heart to see her care so much about the people around her. Next week she moves into a new school year.... I'll try REALLY hard not to cry. Really hard.

Movin' on up

The lump was so large in my throat that it moved down into my fingers. So, we'll let the pictures do the talking.
EB, why don't you show some excitement?!?!

Bargaining agreement?
She'll be off to college tomorrow? Sigh.

An interview with EB

I work in PR, but I don’t do a lot of writing because, quite frankly, I HATE to write. One of the jobs our writers have in PR is to interview folks for stories. That makes me panic… I can talk to a wall, but the thought of interviewing someone makes me sweat. So, I asked myself, how hard could it REALLY be to interview a two year old? Well, I froze and I couldn’t think of any good questions, so we ended up with cookie cutter two year old questions:

Favorite food: Spa-ghetti.

Favorite color: Red

Favorite thing to do at school: Play with my fw-iends (this doesn’t explain why she slapped a friend earlier this week at school). Are you a mommy’s girl or a daddy’s girl: DADDY’S GURL (said emphatically).

How old are you? Umm..I two (while holding up two little chubby baby fingers that I could eat).

Who is your favorite friend at school: Wes-e-ley (more like partners in crime). What is your favorite movie: Deres Gerrrrg (Curious George)

Favorite team: (knowing FULL well she would say BAMA) Baseball (errkay).

What do you want to be when you grow up: 5!!

What does Tinkerbell do: Flap Flaps Favorite place to go in the car: BEEESCH (beach).

Favorite outfit: Fish shirt (yes, we know. You ask to wear it EVERY DAY).

Who do you love the MOST: mommydaddygus (just like that) What is your favorite thing to do at Millie and Papa Ron’s house: Play in the pond

Favorite animal: A BIG ELEPHANT Favorite song: (if I’m lying, I’m dying) ZACH BROWN BAND (because I’m just SLIGHTLY embarrassed that my two year old is a HUGE fan and knows LOTS of words to most of his songs ((she comes by it honestly, I must say)) I asked again later and got Wheels on the Bus).

Monday again

Weekends are usually so rushed for us. We have two days to run errands, clean up, yard work, laundry and push reset before the week starts again. I’m thankful for those two days, but they FLY by and Monday is here all over again before we want it to be.

This weekend we went against our norm, packed up Friday and headed to the river for a fun break. We took two new victims with us and had the BEST time.

We are so thankful for these friends. First and foremost, they are just fun. They treat EB like she is their own. Let’s face it, hanging with a two year old can be annoying, exhausting and often frustrating. Not with them! She adores them and they return the love two-fold. They go with the punches when it comes to hanging out with us and have the patience of Job.

It all started when I handed over my child to her at her EB’s school. I didn’t know what to expect. I was worried to death, but this girl (I couldn’t remember her name at the time because I was just overwhelmed) was put in our path at the right time and place. A true blessing she was and still is. The year went on (I learned which teacher was who) and EB THRIVED in her classroom. They formed quite a relationship (in her career at that school she had been puked on twice…both of which were by my child. True love). She took care of EB. She would email me during the day. She took a gabillion pictures. She dressed her up in Auburn attire to my chagrin. She was so good to us. That’s how it all started…..poor girl! As a working mom, every day I struggle with if I’m making the right decision. Shelley, eased so much of that burden our first year because, quite frankly, EB cried for her. ALWAYS wanted her. Preferred her 99% of the time and lovingly called her “SheShe.” We “graduated” from that room last August. I cried…HARD. SheShe moved to a different school and I cried even harder. Ohhhh how we’ve progressed and kept in touch. Now, I’m not sure who she likes more…it’s a toss up between Mrs. SheLLey and Mi-i-i-chael.We love you guys. Look at them… they are the type people whose sweet spirits and personalities just shine on their faces.

(Careful mentioning your picture going on the blog around me, SC!)