Well, she survived.
I have to tell you, I held my breath walking into preschool on Wednesday afternoon. I was so nervous that Rachel refused to go to the potty or threw a crying fit or had a horrible time. There were a couple of moms standing at the doorway chatting when I walked up. I overheard the teacher talking about the kids working with scissors so I glanced over her shoulder and saw Rachel, sitting quietly at a table, not doing anything.
And then she looked up and saw me...and smiled...
Ahhhh!! Sweet relief!! Once the teacher realized who's mom I was, she told me Rachel had a great day, although they weren't sure she could talk until she saw Elizabeth on the playground and went crazy. (Sounds like her.) Elizabeth's day was pretty typical for her and she got rave reviews from her teacher.
We talked about their days and new friends and then set out on our secret mission. We had big fish to fry...it was Daddy's birthday.
We were making our plans on how to celebrate that morning when Elizabeth asked how old Daddy was. Doing the math, I couldn't believe he was turning 39, making it ten years ago that we celebrated his birthday together for the first time. Life was so busy then (ha!), with the college kids getting back to campus and school starting. We hadn't been dating long, maybe a couple weeks...way too early to know how someone celebrates their birthday. (You know what I mean...is it no big deal or is it a national holiday? You never know!!) So I asked him if he wanted to go out or did he want me to make him a special dinner? He thought they would be practicing late and said he could just stop by afterwards, which worked out for me because we had practice too.
I ended up being pretty late for some reason that I can't now remember and walked in the door with nothing prepared, which I sheepishly admitted when he called to tell me he was on his way. "No problem," he said. "I'll be right there." Ten minutes later, he walked in my little house with two cartons of ice cream and toppings and we celebrated his birthday with ice cream sundaes and watching TV on the couch. I was mortified that he bought his own birthday treat, but he didn't seem in the slightest bit upset and told me that he just enjoyed relaxing and chatting.
Oh, I was smitten right away! ;)
Fast forward waaaay into the future and three kiddos were excited to celebrate with him and we definitely weren't stopping at ice cream!
Caleb and I met Scott for lunch at one of our favorite little restaurants that doesn't care if you trash the tables.
After picking up the girls, we ran to the fancy store (Stein Mart) to find him some presents, which, much to the chagrin of Elizabeth, did NOT include a Hello Kitty watch. Then we went to Publix to get balloons and a cake.
The balloon tradition started not long after we moved here. We had very little extra money and no little friends to make a birthday party special. So Scott walked in the door of Elizabeth's 2nd birthday with two $2.99 balloons...the mylar kind with a character on it and they were instant hits...for a week!! So now, at every birthday, each kid gets to pick out a special balloon and it normally still lasts a while.
The nice lady at Publix agreed with the girls that Daddy would LOVE two princess balloons and Caleb got Toy Story. We shot home, wrapped presents, decorated the house and they played and colored as I got dinner going. During this time, I asked Rachel why she wasn't cutting with scissors with the other kids. She just kind of shrugged at me, so I said, "Rachel, if your teacher asks you to cut, then you need to do what she says." She paused for a minute and then looked me in the eye and said, "But mom, she said we didn't HAVE to and that we could color instead. I already know how to cut." WHOA!! A fully sentence and not a hint of crying?? Yes!! (cue air fist pump!)
Then came the really important part...practicing jumping out and yelling surprise. (This was right in Caleb's wheel house, in case you didn't already suspect.)
Here they are, keeping "look out" for Scott to get home.
I'm sure YOU'RE not surprised that it was a wonderful evening and we celebrated 39 years well. Today, revealed another day of preschool and we were better prepared for the routine and had everyone's "bap paps" ready (Thank God!).
And then today really marked the first day of quality time with just me and my son. Wednesday was so chaotic that we weren't really home much together. So today, he broke me in by walking right in the door from the Y, running in the kitchen and pointing up at the refrigerator like, "Here! Can I spell it out to you any more woman?? Cook me some lunch!!"
|"What?? I was huuuungry!!"|
Sigh. And now it's nap time and I'm off to tackle some ga-ross bathrooms. Have a wonderful weekend, my sweet friends!! Thank you for all your kind wishes, prayers and texts on Rachel's first day!