first day of school picture...

Notice Emmy's poor little head... :(

Can she be any cuter?

Isobel's First Day

Isobel was so excited to go to kindergarten this morning she had a bounce to her step. We went to the bus stop at about 8:15 (pick up is 8:20). There is only one other kid that gets on at our stop, he is in second grade and quite a little show off.

When the bus stopped she climbed on like a pro and never even turned around to say bye.

The sad part is that we were on the wrong side of the street, so we had to run across to get her on the bus. The result was that I didn't even get to say good bye, much less get a hug. Of course, it would have been more for me than her. I guess I should be glad that she got on the bus so willingly. I have a bit of (okay a lot of) seperation anxiety and I really don't want to pass it down to her.

The positive of the last minute rush, she really was gone before I started to cry... goal accomplished!

Time flies...

It seems like just yesterday I was laying in my bed obsessing over what to buy Jon for his 28th birthday. I had ordered him a couple of CD's on Amazon, trying to avoid schlepping my outrageously swollen body from store to store searching for the obscure CD import. However, it was 10:00 pm on Sunday, January 12th, and it hadn't arrived, nor was it anticipated to arrive by the next evening. I was dreading spending the few hours after work and before dinner trying to decide what to buy him and where to get it (those of you who know us may have heard me complain about how difficult he is to shop for). I would have done anything to get out of that shopping trip.

In Arizona, my parents were packing for a trip to Las Vegas. It was going to be a nice vacation for them, my Dad loves Las Vegas. He is perhaps the only CPA I know who loves the idea of the frivolous and carefree LV lifestyle.

At 5:00 am, the morning of January 13th, I was up for my usual bathroom break, exhausted and trying to decide how I would make it through the next three weeks. I remember thinking, "37 weeks today, only three left to go" while I stared at my disgustingly swollen and painful feet. As I lay back down in bed for another hour of fitful sleep I heard a strange pop and felt a gush, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I was sitting in the bathroom yelling for Jon, who claims he was still asleep (as he was less than 20 feet from my yelling, I doubt it). Finally, I yelled "I think my water broke!" I heard him fall out of bed and start running.

Thirteen hours later, Isobel was born and she was perfect. By far the best Birthday gift I have ever given Jon.

The moral of the story, I really will do anything to avoid shopping for gifts for Jon. :)

Tomorrow, Isobel starts kindergarten. I have been spending a lot of time thinking about her last five years and how grown up she is.

So, the next few days, I plan to be sappy and post lots of pictures from Isobel's last five years. I started last night with one of her first pictures... I can't believe she was ever that little, I can't believe she is already this big...

Needless to say, my parents didn't make the trip to Vegas; I guess I owe them one... I am sure I will pay them back, just like always (in this case, always means never).

I am totally not ready...

Tonight Jon and I went to kindergarten orientation. Tomorrow Isobel meets her teacher, takes a test and gets a tour of the school. Friday at 8:20 am, I will put her on a bus.



I am so not ready for this!!!