Some cuteness for your morning

We're brushing our teeth together this morning and Abby begins to sing our national anthem that she's just learning; I join in.

Oh Canada
We stand on guard for thee

"Mom, how do you stand on God?"

When all else fails, try bribery

Today was the first dry eyes day in 8 days of daycare/kindergarten. Why? Her father promised her a slurpee (unHEARD of on a week day) if she went a whole day without crying. Perhaps tomorrow it will be ice cream. Which do you think will come first, the end of the crying without the need of bribery or... she loses her teeth to sugar?

Some good news

I've talked about it before, my daughter and her exhuberant jumping. I've talked about it but I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who think "yes, Cynthia, young girls jump, that's what they do." And, while you might be right, I don't think you realize the extent of the jumping if your brain is saying that. In fact, one time at swimming lessons I timed her - in 15 seconds, 11 jumps. I then also scoured the pool (many lessons going on at the same time) for another young child who looked joyful. I found one. 5 jumps in 15 seconds. That should give you a bit of an idea.

I've also talked about how heartbreaking it was for me one time when the bouncing disappeared. The bouncing had disappeared last week. In its place was crying and traditional walking and much tugging and begging. And I didn't know that Abby. I didn't even know how to mother that Abby. But Friday? She loooved kindergarten. I picked her up at the end of the day and she BOUNCED over to me. And the sight of those bright new runners lifting off the floor was the light I needed. (She stilled cried again this morning but not for as long and I know the bounce it will come back again.)

Also, somewhere, sometime, my son has discovered how to be a monster AND a pirate. And I do believe hearing a 2 year-old's voice saying (near as we can figure) "Arr, mayonnaise" is about as cute as it gets. (In three takes (and a very willing volunteer head-holding assistant) and we STILL didn't really get a good shot of his face as it scrunches up to be a pirate.)

Why do I have a feeling this will become a familiar sight?

Jack is currently in the other room finishing off Abby's leftover lunch.

Shows how much I know

I just assumed that Abby would be delighted to go to her new daycare. Kids her age. More stimulation. Crafts.

I just assumed she would walk in there and be her delightful, confident self.

I just assumed that she would make friends instantaneously.

I pretty much counted down the days with her until her new adventure.

She could pick what leftovers she wanted for lunch! She'd get some new clothes! She wouldn't just have to hang out with 2 year-old boys!

So why am I sitting here crying my eyes out knowing that she is currently in that room crying her eyes out too.

P.S. Yes, I know it's only day three and I KNOW it will get easier. But for just right now this freaking sucks!

Which would you pick?

I often refer to Abby as "Random Bits" as that's what she throws out at people. Random bits. I'm often curious about what she'll say to people when she meets them. It can be any random thing from her life. Here's a teeny example in to her brain:

Mom, which would you pick?
1. Live in an airplane?
2. Live beside Grandma?
3. Be a duck?
4. Be in a hottub?