waiting for the preschool doors to open

Happy Friday everyone!

feast your eyes on this

my banana split dinner at The BBQ Center in Lexington, NC

mowing with Daddy

better late than never, right?

These pictures are from two weeks ago.  
Here are some shots from Julianna's first day of preschool this year.

my big girl

her Disney Princess backpack

riding in her new big girl booster seat on the way to school

before going in to school, so excited she can hardly 
stand still long enough for a picture

the first thing she did was run in and flop down 
on the couch in her classroom

for lunch after preschool she wanted to make a 
chicken salad whale sandwich

She's in a small class this year (which I like a lot better). She's at a new school and she's the only girl in her 
class. Some days there are three other boys and some days there are only two other boys in there with her. I 
think it's a much more manageable group of 3 year olds than the 13 kid class she was in last year.

She seems to like it as well. On the second day she went to school my mom took her since I had to work.  
Apparently, Jules told Nanna right away when she walked in the class, "Look Nanna! That's the boy I'm going 
to marry!"

Daddy says he needs to run a background check first.

much better this week

you knew tutus were supposed to be worn around your neck, right?

My little baby started dance on Tuesday.  She was in a class of 6 girls and she is taking ballet, tap, and tumbling for an hour once a week.  I stayed to watch for the whole first class and I have to say that it brought me so much joy.  It was one of the most entertaining hours I have had in a long, long time.

Each child in the class had their "moments."  Sometimes they would listen and follow directions well and other times they would run off, stare off into space, or as my little ballerina liked to do, stare at themselves in the mirror.

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And just a tip for any of you considering putting your child in dance class soon: I would suggest buying a leotard with the skirt attached, not as a separate piece like I did.  Because otherwise you will be standing there watching through the observation window as your daughter makes a cape out of her skirt and twirls it around her neck.  Just saying.

love you, Booger

Here's an "A is for Beautiful" story for you.  The other night we were all sitting in the same room together, my mom, dad, Jonathan, Jules and I and Jonathan was reading "Arthur Goes to Camp" to Julianna.  He got to a part where it said something like, "They pitched their tents..." and instead he read it as "They pinched their tits..."

[And now I'd like to take a moment and pause to say hello to all the perverts that just googled that phrase and landed upon my sweet little blog here.  Hi!]

I can't even begin to describe the looks that came next.  He immediately glanced over the top of the book at me and I completely lost it.  I laughed until my sides hurt.  It was just one of those times where laughter couldn't be avoided.  And I wish I had it recorded.