Between traveling for Thanksgiving, prepping for Christmas and finalizing all the move arrangements, Ally’s birthday at the beginning of the month got a little squeezed for attention. Of course, she handled it all with typical aplomb. Really.
Right now, Ally is coasting through life on rainbow roller skates. Unlike her more serious sister, at two, Ally likes nothing more than making us laugh with silly faces, shaking her bum on any dance floor and being the self-elected mayor of day care.
She let her big sister ‘help’ unwrap her presents and ‘help’ blow our her candles and ‘help’ eat that first piece of cake. But it’s all good. Life as a two year old with a big sister and a house full of dolls is a pretty good life. Except nap time. Nap time still stinks.
Unlike last year’s more planned out shoot, this year’s was more spur of the moment – the kids are tearing apart the living room, let’s go outside to save our sanity – type of shoot. We took far less than last year (109 vs 376) but I think it turned out alright. That’s not to say they all turned out perfect. Here are some of the shots that didn’t make the card cut:
Stress was already high at our house with a potential move looming, so our nerves were pretty shredded even before the prospect of facing a screwed up bed time routine and sugar crashing children entered the picture. So we gritted our teeth and….were pleasantly surprised.
The alcohol def-con started the night at 4, but never inched higher. There were no costume mishaps, no spills, no tears, no boneless meltdowns. There was definitely some candy and hyperactivity, but it all crested and crashed to have both Elsa and Tink sleeping by nine. A veteran of five Halloweens now, I’ll take that.
Sadly, back in August, Dash was dispatched from his throne as the newest, cutest little fur ball in the family. Meet Clover. Their first meeting was a bit tense. Initially, I was quite glad a few states would separate them, but by the end of the visit the four-legged kids had started to get along a bit better. Isn’t that always true of family?
Just a quick update. After two buses went by and the clock ticking later, things were getting anxious again on Spring St. Thankfully, the next one stopped and after a brief hesitation Cecilia hopped on.
The bus, at last
Doesn’t look back
On her way
She came down the stairs this morning completely dressed with her new shoes snug and tight. She told us right off she had left her lovey and blanket up on her bed because baby things didn’t belong in kindergarten (small heartbreak). She was ready to go.
Now if only the school had been ready to go, too.
Cecilia’s first lesson was about civics and public bureaucracy and that specific type of sticky red tape that might shuffle bus routes around at the last minute and drop an address off the list and leave a very excited 5 year old watching yellow bus after yellow bus approach and then pass as she stands at the end of her driveway with her new backpack.
Honestly, after the initial (and totally understandable) display of tears, Cecilia handled it better than her parents. She was brave and resilient and by the time we dropped her off at school she was smiling and made a very memorable entrance.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were still stewing a bit and that feeling took awhile (and a hard workout) to fade, but after a nice lunch, a bottle of wine (also understandable in my opinion) and some commiserating we were able to start laughing it off.
Just in time for another call from school asking if Cecilia should be on the bus home or going to the after school program. Mind you, we’d filled out a very specific form on when and where she should be picked up and dropped off and CECILIA WAS WEARING A NAME TAG THE SCHOOL SUPPLIED WITH THAT SAME INFORMATION AROUND HER NECK!
Thankfully, the classroom part of the day appears to have gone off without a hitch and Cecilia gave us a very excited rundown of everything they did. She learned classroom rules. Practiced the letter ‘R.’ And used the monkey bars so much she has blisters. Her biggest gripe was the very short amount of time they get to eat lunch. No more lingering lunches.
She also told us very seriously that her biggest lesson learned today was that “Nothing is perfect.” Which is a fine lesson to learn in time, but perhaps not on the first day of kindergarten.
Stay tuned. In the last eight hours we’ve been told she is on 3 different buses so despite stopping off at the school offices in person to make sure things were all copacetic, I’m not exactly confident this whole scene won’t repeat itself tomorrow.