We’re a week away from the first day of school, and I am in total denial. I just can’t believe my not-so-little baby will be going to kindergarten. Here comes the start of the school system. Shit just got real and I am freaking out.
When he started preschool, I had the same thoughts–how could this be happening so fast. But at least preschool back then was twice a week, for 2 1/2 hours. But now he’ll be spending the majority of his day with OTHER PEOPLE I DO NOT KNOW. This idea seems completely ridiculous to me. Why can’t babies stay small and on their mothers’ side forever. Does anyone else feel that way?
I had to go to Kelowna for work earlier this week, so we decided to take the whole family on a road trip to Kelowna. The last time I hung out in Kelowna was over 10 years ago. This time it was so much fun to bring the kids. We took the kids peach and plum picking, visited the kangaroo farm, and played at the beach.
Josh getting ready to pick peaches.
Savanna getting ready to pick fruit.
She ate more plums than her body weight.
Do you see the arm of the little joey hanging out of the wallaby’s pouch?
Hanging out with a kangaroo
When I saw that Josh had fallen asleep on the couch this afternoon like this, I immediately remembered one of my favorite photos of him from 2010 when he was just a week old. I ran to grab the camera, took the shot, and he woke up to the beeping noise of the camera. I’m glad I caught this.
Before I had kids, every time I hear a parent say, “Oh, this time goes by so fast”, I just roll my eyes and think they are crazy. How does time go by fast when you’re up on a Saturday morning at 5:45 am because your preschooler is up? How does time go by fast when they are cranky and throwing temper tantrums and you just want to pull your hair out? Well, I guess it’s my turn to say, this time goes by so fast. I don’t know how it happens, but it just does.
This week, we had the kids registered for Peddleheads. I was bracing myself for the worst case scenario. Just 5 days ago, Savanna refused to try the balance bike, and Josh refused to consider taking his training wheels off. While I was work, I keep waiting for Cliff to text me that Peddleheads would send our kids home for being uncooperative.
On the contrary, Savanna showed up for her first class, got on the balance bike, and away she went. No fussing, no bad attitude, no fighting. During this week, she went from refusing to even try the balance bike, to booting around on it with ease.
As for Josh, who almost had a meltdown when we mentioned the removal of training wheels, is now riding a 16″ wheel new bike without training wheels. He still needs a little help with launching, but he can ride pretty comfortably and make turns all unassisted. It makes me so incredibly proud to see him riding two wheels.
Today I finally had a chance to go see them in their classes, and it was pouring rain. Both of them had a great attitude, didn’t whine or complain about the rain, and both had a great time. This was one of those mommy moments that I was doing fist pumps inside my head while standing at the sideline.
She LOVED the puddles
She really LOVED the puddles
Did I mention she LOVED the puddles?
I don’t know what happened. I blinked, and she’s 2 and a half.
Where did my little baby go? And who’s this kid that kinda looks likes me?
Savanna is physically petite, but her personality is anything but. She’s kind of just like me–hard headed, and thinks she knows better. Often she’ll try to correct me even when I am obviously right (see the “Ok, cheese” post). Also, she is very specific in what she wants and how she wants it. For example, I must not wipe her face for her, I must only peel the top third of the banana for her, I’m not allowed to touch her when I am sweaty, and I must let her pair up her shoes before putting them on for her. I see a lot of my personality in her, which is very cool and very scary at the same time.
As far back as my memory goes, my mom has always been the artistic one in the family. She took painting and drawing classes, got into floral arrangements, and all sorts of arts and crafts. I didn’t always necessarily appreciated her vision, but I always admired her artistic abilities and her willingness to take the journey.
This year, she started taking photography classes. Last week she told me she wanted to photograph the sunset at Kits beach, so one night we hauled my gear to the beach so she can shoot. After all these years of being inspired by my mom, it was nice to see our interests finally converge.
A few weeks ago, we went on our first camping trip of the year with my brother’s family. Cliff and I have been going to Paradise Valley since we were university students. It is still run by the same family and it is wonderfully quiet.
This was also my mom’s first time camping in over 50 years. She was a little skeptical, but I think she did alright.
The kids had a blast, and got sooo dirty! When we got home, they turned the bath water grey.
My mom’s first time camping in over 50 years.
Josh painted me a rock
Groggy morning face.
Savanna won’t let me put her sweater on for her. She wanted Josh to help her.
Keanon’s pine cone float.
Rather than painting rocks, she painted her face.