A Kindergarten Boy.....and one made up teacher!

Well, we have officially entered the world of Kindergarten. Jacob was quite possibly the most excited boy to get on the bus this morning. He picked out his perfect orange shirt, he had his backpack all prepared, and he even combed his hair and put hairspray on all by himself. This is his newest phase of independence. We woke up the other morning to sounds in the bathroom and when Bart went to investigate, it was just Jake combing his hair and adding a large amount of hairspray. And just so everyone knows, he is copying his Dad on this one. But, back to kindergarten...

We were out at the bus stop nice and early to make sure we could take pictures (which are posted below) and to make sure we didn't miss the big event on the first day. However, 20 minutes later, Anna really had to go to the bathroom and we weren't sure the bus would ever come. Of course, right as Dad reached the porch we saw the bus a comin! So they ran back and we saw the bus pull up and turn on the lights and pull out the stop sign for our little boy.

I started to tear up as we saw the kids at the previous stop get on the bus, but I was determined that Jacob see a happy Mom before he got on the bus, so miracle of all miracles, I did not cry. He was a little confused about finding a seat at first as apparently he thought he could only sit in the first three rows, but as it turns out, there are so many kindergarteners, that they have four rows. And then the problem of all girls on the bus, and then wanting a window. He didn't let that overshadow the sheer joy and freedom that the bus represented. We saw him sit down, take off the backpack (that is incidentally almost as big as he is) and then his little head popped up to wave goodbye. And in that moment, I realized that this is the first step of his true independence. I had previously thought it was when they took their first step, ate by themselves, went to the bathroom by themselves, or had their first playdate. But really, those are all stepping stones for the real independence that comes as a child gets on the bus. I also realized that wow, the time had gone so fast and I hope that we have provided a good foundation for him. I hope that he is a nice boy at school. Does he share? Does he throw fits at school like he does at home? Will he include the other kids? Will he listen to his teacher? And then after the panic, comes the calm. The knowing that you have a good child. The best son a Mom could really ever hope for, faults and all.

My love for Jacob seemed to grow infinitely this morning. Maybe it is in a feeble attempt to hang on to my baby boy a little longer. It is such a mix of feelings to see him go. I am so excited for him to get to explore the world and enter this big school he has heard so much about. I am nervous about not being with him and able to see him every moment of the day. I feel a sense of freedom in having him gone and the chance to focus on Anna. What a strange experience for a parent. I guess that the best word to describe it would be "bittersweet".

Anna's take on Jacob leaving, and her own teacher

And then there was Anna. She was pretty upset at the whole experience. She wanted to go on the bus too. She wanted Jacob to come home and man, was she mad that he didn't just turn around and come home. She could hardly wait for him to come home all morning. It was really endearing in a sense and fortunately a trip to Target helped curb the questions for a few minutes. However, I have realized that Anna has made up her own teacher. I heard her on Sunday afternoon talking about some teacher named Allison. I didn't think much of it. I thought maybe someone new had been in nursery. Over the next couple of days, I heard her bringing up this "Allison" whenever we started talking about Jacob going to school. I finally figured it out. She wants so desperately to be a big girl, that she has invented her new school. So after Jacob left on the bus, Anna wanted to make a video of just her. It is hard to see your older brother get so much attention when you are used to commanding a room. I started asking her questions and we ended up with a cute little clip of her talking about her teacher Allison and how they will learn about flowers and maybe go swimming. She also claims she met her in Sun Valley (we recently took a trip there with Grandma). In the video she claims she met her at the pool though. It is pretty cute watching her make up her own school. Maybe we have a real scholar on our hands!

Getting ready for the big bus ride!

Here we are waiting for the bus....just look at how happy this boy is. He picked out his outfit too!

Mom is a bit sad as we wait for the bus, but I was a tough cookie and didn't let him know!

There he goes! It was so hard to not get right on and go with him the whole way to school.

Anna and Daddy playing with the camera waiting for the bus to get here. She is a real Daddy's girl right now!

And to make it that much more complete, here is a video of him waiting.

The second video shows the bus leaving. You have to look closely through the shadows to see his head, and at the last second, you see his hand wave out the window. As it left, my heart almost jumped right out of me and on board with him. But, I didn't cry, I handled it and walked back to the house to help Anna with the potty! Thank goodness for her to distract me!

Anna's discussion about her new little teacher, Allison. She cracks me up! We love her and her very active imagination. I wish for her sake that she was old enough for pre-school, but for my sake, I am glad to have her home.

Our little peanut!

Well, for those of you that we haven't been able to reach, I guess this is the official announcement that we are expecting one more tow-headed child! Due March 15, 2008 this baby is already making it's presence known. I don't know if this pregnancy is harder due to older age, two kids to chase after, memory lapse of previous pregnancies, or a combination of all of the above.

Luckily for me, this child has brought me a lot of needed joy this week. I went to my first doctor appointment on Monday at 10 1/2 weeks. I was hoping in my mind that I might get to hear the heartbeat, but not really expecting anything until the next visit. Much to my surprise, the doctor had an ultrasound machine all ready to go. And suddenly, before my teary eyes was my beautiful little one. The heart was beating perfectly and the little peanut was moving all around...if you have met the other kids, this should be no surprise. But as it waved it's little hand at me, it was almost as if it was saying, Hi, Mom. I can't wait to meet you too. In a week full of challenges and exhaustion and some pregnancy sickness, this little picture has been something I have really held onto. I know, I know, it is clear as mud, but it signifies that no matter what, I have what appears so far to be a healthy child and that somehow makes everything else okay. It helps to focus on what is really important in life. And it has made me love my other kids a bit more too. It makes it easier to love them when they are whining or fighting or just plain out of control. Man, who knew that a tiny little black and white photo could bring a mother so much joy---even on the third baby. So, if this baby ever doubts my love, it should know that before it was born, this baby was the source of much joy.

Now that my cheesy and totally pregnant hormonal rant is over, the details of the picture are hard to see, so I'll explain it. The baby's LARGE head (yes, they say it is normal for this stage of development, but let's be honest, both of my kids have unusually large noggins) is to the LEFT. The white stuff on the head is the mouth and jaw where there are the most bones forming. Directly below the head and mouth, you can see a little nubbin sticking out that is the baby's right hand. The feet were moving, but in the picture, they are tucked up at the end of the torso on the RIGHT side of the picture. And yes, it is true to size, it is smaller than a peanut, and therefore the term, "our little peanut" really seems to fit! We can't wait to meet this one--if only the weeks would speed up a little for Mom!

Drama Queen or Princess?

I have often wondered which of these adjectives most accurately described our 2-year-old daughter, Anna Kathleen (and as of late, don't leave off the Kathleen), but after yesterday I have finally found the answer. Yes, Anna can turn on the tears at a moment's notice to turn things in her favor, she can woo her Dad and her Grandpas with just one look, and she can get very angry and frustrated with her older brother, Jacob, but those are just an act to make one think she is a Drama Queen. In reality, our Anna is definitely a princess, a fact I realized yesterday in the middle of our most recent mishap and yes, our 4th visit to the ER in 4 small months. You see, Anna and Jake were playing in the tub while I dried my hair a few feet away. I had asked and asked and yes, scolded the last time a bit loudly for them to stop. Not a minute after closing the curtain did I hear the scream and see the water come flooding out. Now I was really upset...someone had actually gotten hurt. I am very proud to say I didn't come unglued. I didn't yell at either one of them. Instead, I picked her up to check her out and comfort her. That's when I saw it. She had a huge (well, huge to a mother) gash on the bottom of her chin. I knew immediately that it was going to need some real attention. None of us were ready to go out the door, so I very calmly got the three of us dressed, made a few phone calls and we were out the door to the hospital. All of this while on vacation in Utah, with Bart about an hour away at my brother's house painting. Grandpa met us and after checking her out, he agreed that it definitely needed stitches. You could actually see the fat cells on my very petite little girl. So, off we went. We spent several hours waiting. Thankfully they bring you Polly Pockets, your own stuffed animal to take home, and have a great Disney Channel to help with the waiting. But, not being able to eat for both of us for several hours was very difficult. However, through it all--the actual fall, getting us ready, the waiting and even the procedure, Anna hardly cried. She cried a couple of minutes when it happened, and a couple of minutes when they gave her the sedation medication (yes, she was totally stoned for about 6 hours, which was funny enough it could be a whole new post). She was so great. She smiled, she talked, she sang songs. Her only request was a second purple popscicle and a cry or two for Dad. She is definitely a Daddy's girl. After this whole event was said and done I realized that she truly is a Princess, not a Drama Queen. Something I am sure to need to remind myself in the future, but gratefully, she is still our beautiful little Princess.