If a three week tardy post about back-to-school doesn't scream "september" I'm not really sure what does. I looked at the calendar by chance this morning and realized it's almost october. Seriously? I should really just change the name of this blog to "time flies" because apparently that's all I talk about lately. That and the weather ( <--- that I'm not begrudging though because it makes me a bonafide Canadian and I'm proud of that ;) )
Anyhoo, here I find myself, on the first morning that actually feels like Fall, scrambling to do a million and three things with the time I have while Juney's in nursery school. I'm pretty proud of this little buggy - we've only had tears once and I'm told it was because she didn't want to stop playing. I was talking to a friend online recently, because we both find ourselves in the midst of raising.... shall we say, strong and determined daughters? (and at times stubborn and difficult daughters? ha!) and for all the trials and tribulations it has put me through and will no doubt continue to put me through, I know I am so lucky. I have a strong, confident, brave and willing kid on my hands you guys; she never fails to amaze me with the stuff she takes in and the new things she's willing to try. And I know in my heart that means in this life that she's gonna be ok. I often hear from people guessing her age at 3 (which kills me because really she's just a baby still!!!) because there are times even I'll admit that she seems a bit older than 2. But of course that doesn't mean we've been without our meltdowns (so many meltdowns this summer), or a trembling lips at times.... and I try in those moments to remember she *is* just a baby still, and to just give her a minute to be sad or afraid or frustrated. (I think we're all entitled to those feelings no matter how old we are!) It was important for us to give June a bit of an experience with other kids and adults she can trust, even though I'm staying home with the girls for the next couple years. We found the cutest little nursery school for her to attend a couple mornings a week. So far she has learned the "warning" song and the weekend after I picked her up when she had been told that "playtime was over" she sang that song for four days straight: "Two More Minutes! Two More Minutes" could be heard throughout our house as she sang it at the top of her lungs. You could see the wheels in her head turning and her need to practice so she wasn't caught off guard again at the end of playtime. It was amazing to see her learning and taking in the whole process. My heart!!
And so of course she may be just my baby, but all of a sudden you put a "back-to-school" outfit on a kid and she looks a million years old. And then I find myself in our time apart just crying into my coffee and looking a pictures of the past two years going: how is it possible that she's singing her ABC's already!?
loling at that face up there! ^^ and the fact that she had to give Flora her bear for the photo. I'm equal parts excited and torn imagining how this photo is gonna change throughout the years!