[ Monday, August 30, 2010 ]
The first day of kindergarten approaches and we're in a quiet turmoil. Kate alternates between scared and excited, while I change my mind every other day about the "drop off strategy" for that first morning. The good news: her new school's PTA had this wonderful idea for weekly play dates leading up to the beginning of the school year. We've had a chance to meet several parents and their new kindergartners and Kate became good friends with one of the little girls. The bad news: when class assignments arrived, we learned that Kate and Megan will not be in the same class. I'm sure it will be fine, but the news sparked some anxiety just when Kate seemed to be leaning more towards excitement. For my part, I've been busy assembling a gorgeous Fall wardrobe for our 40lb girl. That's right, she finally hit the threshold we had been waiting for! It seems like a small thing, but the fact that she can fit into size 5 pants is a miracle. On top of that, I've also put so many lunch menus together we might still be working off the list when she goes to high school.
[ Friday, August 20, 2010 ]
Kate rarely gets sick or hurt and so I often forget what kids are truly like. Yesterday I was at work and speaking with Gigi on the phone when we heard Kate in the background wailing in the scariest way. It turns out she was building a "bridge" between the couch and the ottoman using a pillow, and then tried to walk across the "bridge". Naturally, the pillow gave in and Kate flew forward, smashing her face against the ottoman. I rushed there and missed most of the commotion but there was still a sizable egg on her forehead and a big bruise spreading across the bridge of her nose. She had stopped crying and was just lying on the couch with ice on her face to reduce the swelling. Minutes after I arrived she convinced me that she was well enough to go to the county fair. My heart was still in my throat but then I remembered that at her age I already had multiple scars, a permanent collection of bruises and scrapes, and my first broken bone. As scary as every "boo-boo" is, Kate is still a pretty intact little girl. Resilient, too.
[ Friday, August 06, 2010 ]
I remember a time when Kate would refuse to talk on the phone. I could be on the other side of the world, missing her terribly, but there was no convincing her. Oh how things change... Kate is currently on vacation with the grandparents in Maine, and she has called me every single day (sometimes at 7:30 in the morning). It's wonderful to be able to hear her voice. I wonder what is a reasonable age to get her a cell phone.