We’re going to kindergarten!

I think I worry more now about my kids than I did when they were infants and it was expected of me to worry about them.

Mostly my daughter, actually. We have a relationship that I can literally feel pain when she bleeds but to touch her is like sand paper on her skin and she recoils. I always want more, she always wants less.

If there were leashes it would be very small with her choking on the length but panting from the short distance freedom.

She’s ready for more in life, more trust. More adventure. More of something other than this and it’s been a real struggle this past few months to occupy her mind.

The caveat is always trust, she (at age 5) has yet to show us that trusting her beyond her current parameters in our lives is a good decision. So we continue to hold steady right where are – all the while looking at each other with burdened eyes because we’re so damn tired from pulling on 750 pounds of Want forcing it’s way past our threshold.

Jessica riding

This morning we had her Kindergarten Readiness test done at the school she’ll be attending in the fall and I will not lie, I was having a small panic attack that she would get in the class room and FAHREAK OUT – which means running and jumping and, think of it this way … it’s like watching someone have electromagnetic therapy – strapped to a bed, biting on a rubber strap – only her eyes don’t go in the back of her head. She kind of foils at the mouth some times, but it’s never bad. It’s just always a little uncontrollable.

At which point in my panic attack I envision the teacher walking out of the classroom to tell me, dead on, that this must be a joke? To bring her here thinking she can attend SCHOOL?!?! I must be out of my mind.

Don’t you worry. I was frightened for naught. She did GREAT! Better than great! We have nothing to worry about! She’ll go to kindergarten! NEXT YEAR!

This feels like such a proclamation because we tried to get her into Kindergarten last year but was told the above … with less horror and more seriousness as to why we thought our child was smart enough to be in Kindergarten yet? She only missed the age requirement by 6 weeks. And she is fucking intelligent. So yes. I thought kindergarten would be fabulous. The folks down at the Other school? Not so much.

So we went another round of preschool, in a different preschool, and the past few months we’ve seen some regression in her attitude and her willingness to listen.


Thank you Jesus! She’s just bored! She’s not trying to taunt us or be awful. She’s NOT awful. I’m not doing it all wrong. It’s a waste to worry! I’m STEALING JOY!

Outside play

We got in the car after her test this morning and she asked politely for her brother to share something with her. ohmygodohmygodohmygod. She sang songs on the way home and skipped instead of walked, but still stayed close enough not to require a reminder from me.

Which is when it dawned on me, right there, driving home and listening the joyful noise of a child who finally has something else to look forward to, that she can deal with the next few months of water-play and gluing scrap pieces of paper together if it means that she gets to GO TO SCHOOL and LEARN when she’s done.

Sometimes my worries scare me, I think to myself, is this ok to worry about? Am I doing it right? Should I lighten up here or crack down there? Should I, would I, may I?

And then I get a moment like I had today, where I realize that it’s all working out. It is tiring and worrisome and stressful, but fulfilling and life giving and awesome.

So we’re strapping our boots on for the last leg of this ride. The one where I cry and thrash my way about it but know full well that when it’s done, I’ll want to do it again … and so will she.

bottoms up

Riding Lessons, 2010

Meet Ali, short for Alfred.

Not long ago our daughter made a wish. Then it came true. Then it came true some more.

Riding Lessons, 2010

We live right across the road from some stables so I called the barn and asked about lessons, turns out they offer them. What I like the most about the lessons is all the work involved in caring for the horse to get him ridable.

You brush him, then brush him some more, and one more time for good measure. Then the hooves and all the gear and FINALLY! OH MY WORD! CAN WE RIDE HIM YET?

Riding Lessons, 2010

Riding Lessons, 2010

Riding Lessons, 2010

She thought brushing him was fun for about 5 minutes and then couldn’t stop asking when it was GOING TO BE OVER so she could gallop on the horse. She just wanted to go fast.

That’s my girl.

Turns out that riding a horse is only half the fun though and I am so very glad that lessons incorporate all of this. I used to ride, my horses name was Quincy. I loved that horse and knew how to brush and clean and saddle him, but it only lasted for a couple summers and then we sold the horse, not because I wanted to though.


Which is besides the point, but I’m just happy that not everything she’s interested in is so wrapped around the instant gratification of today. Sure, she thinks she’ll show up and magically know how to ride a horse, talk to him, respect him and get to run through fields of wheat all afternoon while the wind is blowing through her hair and Prince Eric is waiting for her by the bay. I have heard this story so many times, people. The girl has an imagination. But she has to learn. The right way. At the beginning.

Riding Lessons, 2010

Riding Lessons, 2010

Riding Lessons, 2010

And it paid off.

Flying by.

Mondays. I actually love them, but this one is going entirely too fast. Just like this month.

On Wednesday we’ll be celebrating our son’s second birthday. He has no idea what’s coming and hasn’t the slightest clue about what a birthday entails. His sister does. She’s excited on his behalf. There will be CAKE.

Oliver and his Crazy Ladies.

And kisses.

Oliver Boliver Butt!

Jessica and Oliver

Oliver's first hair cut

How, exactly, does one slow down the minutes to capture and savor and enjoy every second?

I Spy {Free download}

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I’m infatuated with this idea and I was thinking about how to go about making a few different kinds of these for my kids, we love us some I Spy. I no longer own Photoshop or any of those creative suites for computers but I do have Pages with my Mac. So, I went for it.

You can download it for free here. Enjoy!

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I printed a couple sheets then used my nifty large scale, straight line cutter thing to chop em down.

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I Spy, free download by yours truly

I Spy, free download by yours truly

My Menace

He’ll be two in one month.


He doesn’t like to wear shoes. And wants to do everything his sister does. Right now. No waiting. No worrying. No fear.



No help.

He climbs on everything, no obstacle is too large.



When he sees something he wants, he goes for it. No matter there’s a plastic protective covering.


And he’s the messiest thing I’ve ever encountered.


But he never stops smiling.


Or making us laugh or giggle. He woke up this morning talking about how funny he is. How funny Daddy is. Mommy. Duck. Monkey. All SO FUNNY! FUNNY!!

People who know me and see me out generally make remarks about how tired I must be or they wonder if my kids ever stop. They make silly faces and some times empathetic ones to let me know they understand, but only sort of.

That’s ok. I get it. Actually I don’t. I know nothing else. This manic chase of life and laughter. This wonderful marathon of mess, crumbs and spills. Of water every where and dirt on top of it. Of cleaning your entire house and turning around to see nothing has even changed – your shadow was undoing everything you started?

It literally is all I know. I didn’t get calm children. But I got happy ones.