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Ten Things I Love About Fall

  1. I can blow dry my hair in the morning without breaking into a sweat.
  2. I can cook dinner on my stove without heating up the kitchen and breaking into a sweat.
  3. I can enjoy a hot cup of tea without…do I really need to say it again?
  4. It gets dark earlier, so my daughters don’t complain that their bedtime is too early.
  5. We can open the windows without swarms of bugs coming in through our holey screens.
  6. The choir at our church begins again. I love to sing…la, la, la, la, la!
  7. I can sit on my front porch without getting eaten alive by those pesky mosquitoes.
  8. Our annual visit to Iowa to see my dad.
  9. Pumpkins, squash, and gourds, oh, my!
  10. CARAMEL APPLES!

Mama's Losin' It

Edited to add — a picture of gourds for Mara!

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Firsts

The past few weeks has been full of firsts. Lily started Kindergarten, Emmy started preschool, and I began teaching preschool.

It seemed like Lily had two first days of school. Her first day was 45 minutes long, and a parent (me) had to stay with her.

 First day of Kindergarten…or is it?

The day after that short session, I took Lily to school for an hour-long assessment with her teacher. Since the teachers were testing all the Kindergarteners, we had to wait three whole school days for Lily to go back to school. Her second first day of school finally arrived, and after all that waiting, I didn’t blubber like I thought I would.

Yay, Kindergarten at Last!
Note to self: 
Put that Cubs outfit where Emmy can’t find it.

After seeing big sister going off to school, a week later it was finally Emmy’s turn. Yippee! Not only that, but Mommy started school on the same day as Emmy. I started teaching preschool in a different classroom at Emmy’s school. Sorry, no picture of me on my big day!

My turn!
I let Mommy brush my hair and put a bow in it.
That was the last time I’ll ever do something as silly as that!

So far, no tears have been cried by anyone who has to go to school. And we weathered just one temper tantrum by an unnamed 5 year old, which really wasn’t about school but rather something about Mommy being unreasonable. Ha.

Temper tantrums?
You’re looking at the wrong girls, dude.
No, sirree, no temper tantrums here!