First...Josh is officially FIVE years old!!!!
I have no idea where the time has gone. One day you're changing diapers and dressing them up in silly little outfits...
and the next day you're sending them off to Kindergarten.
There is no other way to say it...but that was a tough day for me. For Josh's birthday I had given him a few "starting school/kindergarten" books. Some were more for him...others were for me.
So we sat down the night before school started and read them. I asked him if he was excited for school and he said that he was scared and began to cry. Of course my pregnancy hormones got the best of me and I was a blubbering mess. Once we got out all of our tears we read the books and both felt a lot better.
I told him I would give him one of my head bands and he could keep it in his pocket so that if he ever missed me he could reach in his pocket and know that I was thinking of him. I think he reminded me five times before he went to bed and twice the next morning to put my "pretties" in his pocket.
We got ready for school, packed up his bag, took a few pictures, ran to see Dad at work and then it was the moment I was dreading. We both walked up to the school hand-in-hand and patiently waited for the doors to open.
I took him to his room, we found his seat, turned in all his supplies and took a quick tour of his room. The bell rang, we gave each other a kiss and a thumbs up as I walked out the door. All with no tears.
I walked outside the school and just sobbed. Even thinking about it know I become a mess. What is wrong with me?!?!?
Dustin came with me to pick him up (I think we were 20 minutes early). The bell rang and he came running out with his class. He said he had so much fun and was so proud of himself that he only needed to reach in his pocket twice.
I was so proud of him, too. He obviously handled everything a heck of a lot better than his mother.
He's been home with Strep now for two days - the first case the doctor had seen and the first the school had seen. So tomorrow may be a little rough to get back into things.
Remodeling/Construction on the basement is in full force. Dad damn near killed himself last week and I was right behind him. By Friday night we were ready to set the place on fire...and ironically, Dad almost did! Ha!
These photos were taken very early in the week because now everything is drywalled and in the process of mudding. The family room has been wired for surround sound and all the recessed lighting and outlets are working. The new windows just came in today and hopefully the long weekend will bring along some major progress!
Saturday we took Dad up to Mason City to meet Thomas halfway. The drive was perfect and the kids were wonderful. It's always hard to send Dad off after he's been with us for such a long time. I get used to having someone at home with me in the evenings (and admittedly, a second pair of hands to help with the kids)and Josh always has a hard time understanding why he has to go home.
Other than that not much else is going on. I am anxiously awaiting my morning sickness period to pass. This weekend was particularly tough and unenjoyable. However, I am still in disbelief that the first trimester is almost over and, even more so, that we are even pregnant. God certainly has a funny sense of humor!
Baby Update: 11 weeks
Your baby, just over 1 1/2 inches long and about the size of a fig, is now almost fully formed. Her hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under her gums, and some of her bones are beginning to harden. She's already busy kicking and stretching, and her tiny movements are so effortless they look like water ballet. These movements will become more frequent as her body grows and becomes more developed and functional. You won't feel your baby's acrobatics for another month or two — nor will you notice the hiccupping that may be happening now that her diaphragm is forming.
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