Why no blog?

I have not been blogging lately however that is not because there hasn’t been anything to talk about. Quite the contrary!

Britton started school yesterday- she is in the 4 year old class, which makes her the “seniors” at the local preschool. She went from a size 7 shoe last summer, to a size 10.5. The school policy is closed toe shoes, so Big Daddy had to run to our local department store Sunday night to pick up the white, mary Jane keds I had placed on hold for him.

Much to my shagrin, Britton owns sandals and crocs and a couple ‘mary-jane-ish‘ shoes for the summer time. One pair, her red shoes, she wore to the very first day of preschool when she was 2. She outgrew them today. Big moment in our house. Those little shoes will be put in the “small clothes” cloth box that lines the top of her closet. In about 7 years, maybe they will fit Kenley who is still in a size 3 diaper.

I plotted her on the growth chart yesterday (I am a big growth chart plotter mom since having Kens) and she is in the 30th percentile. Nothing that a little ice cream-with-every-meal can’t cure! I got those rolls on the legs before, and I can get them on there again.

Kenley is doing well- she is still sweating an awful lot and seems to be in the most pain when she wakes up from her 3-4 hour naps. I think it is because she has been laying down, chest/ribs relax and hurt her broken sternum.

Additionally, she fell the last two nights. Not fun! I hate hearing what I have dubbed, her pain cry. There is a definite difference, as any mom knows, between the ‘I am tired and cranky cry’ and the ‘help me mama I am in so much pain cry’.

I’ve had my fair share of the latter and hope the days will gradually become few and far between.

No pictures to post tonight, I haven’t been any good at taking them this week. I felt like a bad mom yesterday when I looked around and noticed that all the other moms were taking pictures of their children on the first day of school. Even in the 4 year old class.

Not me, I had to beg Britton to slow down, as I walked her into school yesterday. I was pushing Kenley in the stroller, chasing after Britton saying, “Wait for mommy Britton, I want to come with you!”… .

I think 4 years old is going to be a great year for us!