A Whole New World
You wouldn't think that 1st grade would be the year that this all begins, but at our house, it has begun. With a vengeance. What has begun? Well, these days I spend a good deal of time listening to Stomper tell me all about the much-praised and oft-mentioned Lola. Oh, Lola, if you only knew! Stomper has got a thing going on for you. He tells me what she is wearing every single day. "Mom, today Lola wore her red dress with the flowers." I heard another mom talking about "the kissy girl," as Lola is referred to by her son, although he seems to find it all rather comical and disgusting. Not Stomper. He is entranced. "Mom, Charles says that Lola is love with Nick AND with me." (Deep sigh.) Of course he denies all accusations of affection, but I will just say that I don't think Stomper has ever noticed what a girl was wearing ever before in his life. It's kind of great. We'll see how I feel about it if any actual kissing occurs. I know, however, that it's not just us, because Stomper's friend was in the car with us on the way home from school today, and he regaled us all with a tale about how he is (and I quote,) "the hottest guy in his class." What makes him say that? Well, apparently Victoria spends a lot of time leaning up against him at their table. Oh man, I think his mom's got it worse than I do. I should probably let her know before he and Victoria get serious.
So THAT Was the Problem!
Bitty, I'm happy to report, is loving her new school. It's funny to me that she was requesting to leave her old school because frankly, I don't think it's a whole lot different from her new school. I'm guessing the fact that her mother is not totally stressed out to the max every day getting her to and from school has something to do with it. All I know is that she's happy, I'm happy: we're happy. Good school, good teachers, perhaps a couple of friends. I have meant to mention for a while now a prayer she uttered last week as we were heading out the door. (We gather for family prayer at the front door before we leave every day. Mostly.) "Dear Heavenly Father, please make it so I don't have to sit criss-cross-apple-sauce at school today." Apparently that was her main complaint about the old school. She hates sitting cross-legged and it was enough to make her want to change schools. Thank heavens the sitting rules aren't quite as strict at the new place!
Bundle's New Game, Rated R
I feel like I'm on the verge of sharing too much information here, but I just can't help it. Bundle has started playing a game with me, of course while she's nursing. This is what she does. She nurses voraciously for about 5 gulps and then suddenly pulls away and looks up at me with milk dripping across her face and down her chin and just grins like crazy. Then she dives back in, suck suck suck, then pulls away and laughs at me again. It is so funny and so darling and so not something I'm taking a picture of. (At least not one I'll post here.) Also, she loves getting tossed. I don't let go of her, but I push her up above my head and she laughs down at me. Or I'll kind of toss her onto a pillow and she giggles like crazy. I'm sad to be letting go of my brand new babe, but am sure enjoying this new bigger baby I have around.