A sign of things to come
Today was the end to what we probably should consider the end to a success first week of school.
Sure there was that wardrobe malfunction, but we all learned from that...mostly that some of us are going to need better dance moves for the future.
There also was an open house last night, where I learned that I have indeed inherited the motherly curse of "I hope you have a kid JUST LIKE YOU". Great. I was informed last night that Reagan got into trouble because she was doing the project like she wanted and not listening. I'm not sure where she got that trait, but I don't care...I'm going to raise her like I want!
And today being Friday, we picked back up with our two school-year long routine of McDonald's after school on Friday. Cheeseburger, fries, white milk and apple slices, please.
The sign of things to come however, again came in the carpool lane. Come to think of it, I could blog just about life in the carpool lane.
Reagan's not used to going to school five days a week. Last year the days were a little longer, but she only went three days, so this week there was a little more anxiety about leaving the car. So on the way to school, as the last few days, Reagan made me promise a hug and a kiss before the warden yanks her out of the car and checks her outfit for nip-slips. She actually made me promise it three times before we got there.
Now today being Friday, it also apparently was cult-like spirit indoctrination day. I thought the t-shirt in our bag the other day was a freebie, but apparently it is to be worn the days that the kids 748 years older than her play football against other institutions. So we pull up, and there, before her ever widening eyes...were the middle school cheerleaders to help with the unloading.
The car had barely pulled to a stop before the seatbelt was off in the back...she usually can't seem to reach it! The hands and face were flattened against the window as if she'd never make it out alive. "Daddy!!! It's my favorite!! Cheerleaders!!" I'm not sure what biblical passage they'll teach in class that will relate to how close she felt to her She-God at that very moment.
Car stops. Doors open. Reagan's out. No hug and a kiss.
Sure there was that wardrobe malfunction, but we all learned from that...mostly that some of us are going to need better dance moves for the future.
There also was an open house last night, where I learned that I have indeed inherited the motherly curse of "I hope you have a kid JUST LIKE YOU". Great. I was informed last night that Reagan got into trouble because she was doing the project like she wanted and not listening. I'm not sure where she got that trait, but I don't care...I'm going to raise her like I want!
And today being Friday, we picked back up with our two school-year long routine of McDonald's after school on Friday. Cheeseburger, fries, white milk and apple slices, please.
The sign of things to come however, again came in the carpool lane. Come to think of it, I could blog just about life in the carpool lane.
Reagan's not used to going to school five days a week. Last year the days were a little longer, but she only went three days, so this week there was a little more anxiety about leaving the car. So on the way to school, as the last few days, Reagan made me promise a hug and a kiss before the warden yanks her out of the car and checks her outfit for nip-slips. She actually made me promise it three times before we got there.
Now today being Friday, it also apparently was cult-like spirit indoctrination day. I thought the t-shirt in our bag the other day was a freebie, but apparently it is to be worn the days that the kids 748 years older than her play football against other institutions. So we pull up, and there, before her ever widening eyes...were the middle school cheerleaders to help with the unloading.
The car had barely pulled to a stop before the seatbelt was off in the back...she usually can't seem to reach it! The hands and face were flattened against the window as if she'd never make it out alive. "Daddy!!! It's my favorite!! Cheerleaders!!" I'm not sure what biblical passage they'll teach in class that will relate to how close she felt to her She-God at that very moment.
Car stops. Doors open. Reagan's out. No hug and a kiss.
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Seriously lol!
You may have "helped" with the "do it my way" gene, but the "I love Cheerleaders" has to be all Sarah!