I thought if I ignored it, it would go away.

Lindy went to kindergarten. Have you ever been reading a really intense book and flipped to the end to see what characters names are still there to make sure they all live through the drama? Well, I will inform you now that everyone lived in this tale of school starting. And Lindy had a great time. This all day kindergarten is not good for my bones, but she loved it despite some sort of getting lost at lunch and having to have a teacher help her find her class....details are fuzzy. But she had a great time and can't wait to go back.


There goes the neighborhood. It helped me (and probably her too... what, this isn't about me? Oh. I'll note that, really I will.) to have some people there to support her. Sweet Piper took her hand and sat with her on the bus and, I am told, helped her find her classroom on the other end. I could buy that girl a pony (well, if I had the money for a pony and didn't think her mom would kill me dead). These kids are all from our end of the street and boy howdy do they all have a good time together.


And here she is, home safe and sound. Overall it was fine.( sniff, sob, bawl). It was fiiiiine. Let's talk about something else.

Here is someone else. I will cry when he starts school too. But for now, he is just losing a little cushy on his tushy.


I'm not sure I've ever seen such a skinny boy look so happy over a pair of Mack underwear.

Oh, and just personal word of advice, you know, because if there is one thing I love it is to give unsolicited advice. I would not recommend starting potty training the week your older baby goes to kindergarten. It is almost too much for a lady to handle.


I think these pictures of Luke sum up how I felt most of the week.

I cried.


And I slept.
Although, unlike Luke I did not sit on the freezer in the garage to do it. But whatever, it's pretty much the same.

So there you have it, babies getting on busses, teachers, getting lost at lunch, poop &pee, crying, weeping, gnashing of teeth...but here it is the back page and we all survived the drama.

The Day Matt and I Almost Died.

A few days ago, our little family headed to town. As is usually the custom with our trips to town, we stopped at my mom and dad's house. These stops are for a variety of reasons: someone needing to go to the bathroom, someone is hungry (like the baby...or me, either one), or sometimes we try to con my mom into babysitting while we go to Walmart for a hot date of grocery shopping. This trip started out as no different. Then Lindy found the strawberry patch. She was instantly in love. She got a bowl and she and Hank tenaciously picked all the small red berries. After about a half hour they had a dish of berries to be envied. Always the hostess with the mostess, Lindy went around offering us all a berry or two.
"Oh, these are divine." My father offered after eating his sweet berry.
"MMM! I could eat these all day!" exclaimed my mom upon devouring her lovely seeded song.
"Yummm!" "OOOOHHH" "AHHH," were the cries of different members of the family at different times. Then Lindy circled back to me. I was putting Luke in his carseat. Lindy looked thoughtful. "I bet Luke wants a strawberry." She paused, then continued, "Actually, I bet Luke is like, 'What the Hell's a strawberry?!'"
My mom swooned from the shock.
My dad hung his head in disbelieve.
Matt and I hid our faces and nearly died from laughing.

ps. she goes to kindergarten tomorrow. what will i do??!!??