First day of Kindergarten

The night before her first day of school Nadia.  She wanted to ride the bus to school like her big sister but begged daddy to meet the bus at school.  She struggled to hold back tear as she talked about her nerves about the following day.  After a long talk and a few more reassuring talks from both parents she fell asleep.

When morning arrived I was afraid that we were going to go through it all again.  Instead of a fearful little girl walking down the stairs, I got a an excited big kid ready to start her day.  She had gotten herself completely ready for school without my reminders along the way.  She excitedly posed for pictures, barely giving us a chance to have her picture taken.

As we begin the walk down to the bus stop, she doesn't even want to hold my hand.  There is an extra swagger in her step. (that was one very proud little girl)  We arrive at the bus stop with time to spare. (more time than we thought) We waited and waited... and waited some more.  The bus was late.  Hormonal mommy wanted to cry about putting off the inevitable, but Nadia was just impatient to get to school.
Once we finally see the bus driving towards us (10 minutes after school is supposed to start)  I gave Nadia a hug and told her to have a great first day of school.  She grabs her big sister's hand and ran down the sidewalk to where the bus stopped.  I wait for her to turn around before she climbs on to the bus.  Nothing. Not even a side glance.  She clambered on the bus and sits in the section for kindergarten.  Once she gets seated and comfortable she finally looks out the window to happily wave goodbye.

I choke back tears on my way home.  I was having a tougher time with the day than she is.   Then once Daddy arrived back home to tell me that she was not upset at all when he met her bus at school.  Instead she was excited and taking in her surroundings.  Nadia bounded excitedly into class hurrying Dad away.  He almost didn't receive a hug from her and even had no chance to take a picture of her in class.

I officially have 3 school age kids.  This is a whole new experience for me.  Throughout this year I will also be talking about our newest experience. Our oldest daughter Lauryn is going to home school for 6th grade through the K-12 program.  We made this decision after a long discussion and are all excited for what the year will bring for her as well.  Stay tuned for our first foray into homeschooling.

K-12 is considered a public school but taught from home.  Even with her being at home we will have more contact with her teacher than ever before.  (phone conferences every 2-3 weeks and a special email system to talk often)  The school provides a laptop, printer, and many other instructional supplies.

Heartburn... it just sucks

It doesn't matter what I eat or how little I cannot get away from this heartburn.  Luckily the old wives tales about heartburn severity being related to the amount of hair your child would have.  If this were true my children would come out looking like wolf boy from the tabloid covers.

I cut out chocolate after being warned by my doctor that it causes heartburn. The list of foods I avoid is very long and I yet still suffer from heartburn.  The only thing that give instant relief is a small glass of milk.  Too bad I am also slightly lactose intolerant.. Damned if I do and damned if I don't.  The approved medicines to use make me nauseous. (but only during pregnancy)

Luckily I only have a few weeks left til I am holding my sweet baby boy in my arms. Of course then I will be dealing with sore nipples, lack of sleep and getting out of my pj's only on good days.  Thank goodness I am a SAHM. I don't know how working mom's manage to be functional.  I look back on when I had my oldest girls and wonder how I managed it.

Until then.. dealing with the heartburn and actually looking forward to sleepless nights. (like my tiny pregnant bladder is not already preparing me for those nights)