Who knew that preschool could be so busy at the end of the year?? Between Mother’s Day teas, class parties, and graduation programs I felt like I was at school with the girls almost every day for the past couple of weeks. All such sweet and memorable moments,…but very few “free” moments to do things like blog.
I’m joking around, but it really was a wonderful year. These girls, different as they are, love each other so much and so…tenderly. Since the first day of school, they have grabbed each other’s hands to walk together inside. Then, Pace walks Mary Aplin to her class so that she can hug and kiss her before they separate for the rest of the morning. On their last day, where both will be pre-schoolers, I couldn’t help but jump out of my car in carpool line and try to capture this moment. Then, I got back in my car and boo-hooed.
I love my little chicken wings. And I love how they love each other.
We’ve done some major talking and praying and even fasting about where to send the girls to school next year. You’d have thought we were making a life or death choice! A part of me really wanted Mary Aplin to stay right where she was. We’ve been so happy this year in their school, and I didn’t really want to change something that we had “right.” However, when I asked her if she would like to stay at her school while Pace moved to another school for first grade, she burst into tears (a very strange occurrence for our rough and tough Dapples!). “I want to go to school with my sister!”
We’re not going to separate them. I couldn’t.
In other May news, I TURNED 30!!!!! It was more of a big deal to me than I thought it was going to be. I feel very blessed to be happily married with three precious babies at this milestone, but, as my friend Lindsey so delicately put it, I now know I’m MIDDLE-AGED. Yuck. Something about remembering my parents watching the show “Thirty Something,” when I was a kid, thinking of them at that age, and realizing that I am now there, kept playing through my mind all day.
At dinner on my birthday, I shared those thoughts with my Dad and he said, “I predict we’re going to be in our thirties in heaven. It seems like the perfect age to me. You’ve matured through a lot of the mess in your twenties, but it’s before you start the over-the-hill part of your forties. So, celebrate entering the prime of life!”
I liked that view-point much better than miserably middle-aged 🙂
For my birthday/Mother’s day we left the girls with Jeremiah’s parents, and Jeremiah arranged a weekend for just the two of us (plus the nursing Baybus) at the beach. He asked Kendall to stay at a place nearby and be our sitter on-call for the whole weekend. Taylor came down to help her, and while Jay Paul did make an executive decision to no longer take a bottle or any of the milk I’d pumped, we did still get some nice dinners, exercise, and time on the beach-just the two of us. There was nothing I wanted more for my 30th 🙂
Although, this time where my two BEST girlfriends took me to get my nails done on my actual birthday, ran a very close second 🙂
In anticipation of turning 30, in an attempt to undo the entire year I spent celebrating Seattle with food and drink galore, in an utter realization that it’s time for my post-pregnancy body to become mine again…I’ve cranked down on my diet and exercise regime and am celebrating how much better I already feel with a little more discipline in my life.
I’ve taken some early morning runs through the woods on Jeremiah’s parent’s farm.
There aren’t a ton of mornings where Jeremiah can keep the kids and let me go exercise before he leaves for work, but when he does, I usually find things in an interesting state upon my return.
I am looking so forward to the more relaxed mornings, long days spent in open air, and…pool time that summer brings.
After Daddy leaves for work and the girls are still asleep, I meet this little blue-eyed butter bean for our cuddle time. We smile and talk and coo, and now we don’t have to worry about cutting it short to jump out of the bed and get big sisters ready for school.
He started rolling over Easter weekend and sometimes we practice that. Now, he loves to push his feet off my hands and propel himself forward. We play airplane and I drink my coffee (not usually simultaneously :)), but mostly we do a lot of grinning at each other.