The Party’s Over!

The Party’s Over!

Well, the first week of school went quite well…

How could I forget that it wasn’t the first week that’s the problem!

So, the Diva is in grade 2 and in the same school as last year with her friends so not much drama there.

That means the drama had to be with Baby girl of course; and that’s understandable given that she’s starting JK and it’s a whole new world for her.

Her school staggered the starting date for the Kindergarten kids so her first day was on the Thursday. She was fine and quite excited to get ready for school…new dress, new shoes and a new Tinker bell backpack. Couldn’t get any better than that. She was accompanied by a full entourage, as I took the day off, Daddy took the morning off and big sister was being dropped off at school instead of taking the school bus. Now Baby girl is the suffer in silence type of kid and so she endured all of her sister’s advice with a brave face and put on a smile when I asked if she was okay. I managed to maneuver her away from most of the kids that were bawling their eyes out and the one mom who needed a hug. But once we walked her to her class the tears started.

Fast forward to the end of the day, she was happy to see me and she had a great day! Yay! Friday was a great drop off and a great day AGAIN! Two for two!

Well, not sure what happened between Friday and Monday, but that morning she got up and decided that she wasn’t going to school and that I should call her to teacher to let her know that she wouldn’t be coming. She politely closed her bedroom door and lay down on her bed in her school clothes.


This has been the ritual for the past 2 weeks and every day when I pick her up she tells me what a great day she had.

“So I guess there will be no reason for tears tomorrow, right?”

“No Mommy!” she says as she rolls her eyes. Like…why would she cry???

Then the next morning we start again with her not wanting to go to school and crying at the door. We’ve even progressed to hanging on to my jacket and “No Mommy, no!” as the teacher tries to guide her to her classroom. I guess I should take comfort in the fact that she’s not the only one. On Friday, we passed a father who couldn’t get his child out of the car (they live on our street)…and she’s in Grade 2!

Well, I do remember going through this with Diva girl and so I know that this will pass but if you read about a 4 year old trying to make a getaway in her mother’s car…

I’m just sayin.



Today I took Baby girl to daycare as usual. Every day we put her hat and back pack in her cubby along with one of her many pairs of super cute sunglasses; then she decides if she wants to change her shoes and of course that is her prerogative. I mean she’s only been wearing the one pair for the 5 minute drive to daycare, how could she possibly wear them any longer than that? Once these very important decisions have been made, she gets ‘uppies’ so we can have extra hugs and kisses before she goes to class. When she’s feeling very grown up, she holds my hand instead (no ‘uppies’ required) but I still get lots of hugs and kisses before she joins her group.


Today was much the same and she decided she wanted ‘uppies’, however, when I started giving her all of her kisses as I walked her into the class, she informed me with the sweetest smile ever that kisses were now for outside…

Yes, you heard me

“No kisses Mommy”

“Did you just say NO kisses?”

Outside only”

It’s happening…!

My baby is growing up…so what if she had her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as I (being her personal taxi) carried her into the room. It’s the kisses that are the first to go…sniff! She’s my little snuggly one, who cuddles when Diva girl is too cool for cuddles.

Where did the time go???


Mind you, I still have a bit of time I think. She still wants me to wipe her bum after a big poo.

Sigh again…how lucky am I?



I’m so late with this post, but Baby Girl had her 4th birthday on Sunday.



When I look at her I can still see so much of the baby in her. She still wants ‘uppies’ in the morning and she still calls her cup of warm milk ‘ba-ba’ at night.

But I can also see the growth and maturity in the way she expresses herself. Like when she says “Did you not hear me say that in the first place?” or “No, I’m really serious…”

So what if ‘really’ still sounds like ‘weely’?

This September she’ll start JK and we went to the orientation at her new school a few weeks ago. I was curious to see how she would react because she is so opposite from her big sister and very shy…

Did I mention that she cried at her own birthday party when everyone sang Happy Birthday?


Well, she did quite well at the orientation especially since there were granola bars for the kids during the parents’ presentation and then playtime in the room that will be her class.

I can already feel the tears welling up. This is my baby, my youngest, the last one. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad to be out of the diaper and bottle stage…but I do feel a bit melancholy.

She’s just so tiny!!!

But then again, I do remember feeling this way about my Diva Girl and look at her now! Tall, confident and full of attitude. School has really contributed a lot to who she is becoming.


Maybe I should consider home-schooling.