A very different story from G's first day. H cried upon me leaving and it took a solid 3 weeks or so until she was really comfortable with being at school on her own. The way she resists change though, not even remotely a surprise.
H is truly my baby. She has resisted leaving her baby things behind like bottles and diapers. Let's just say potty training isn't going smoothly. She loves to have me swing with her on on my lap and has, until today, refused to swing by herself. The mere suggestion that she sit on the swing like a big girl has been greeted by tears and tantrums. Today she decided to say goodbye to a small piece of babyhood. Stepped up on her stool, sat her diapered butt down and wanted a push. She is hooked and I have a feeling tomorrow my day will be spent going back and forth to give that diapered bum 100 pushes
Found out on Sunday night that G had a loose tooth and by Monday evening it was toast! Thank you tooth fairy for the Zhu Zhu pet and a few $ for spending.
This is our new little girl. We picked her up on Mother's day. She's one year old and came from a family of several small children and they didn't have enough time for her. These shots are from the first couple of days. Lots of naps and adjusting poor girl.
Saturday was THE dance recital. Our powder puff and Uptown girl got to strut her stuff. We were in row 3 so had a great view of the precise and synchronized performance.
H's b-day was yesterday. Decided to mark the occasion with her first ponytail. That didn't go over well. It stayed in for the day but looked like it had been slept on for a week! Also got a picture of her in her favorite spot between the window and the couch. Can always find her there, this time, stuffing a banana in her gob.
Here is the final result of weeks and weeks of planning and changing plans and gathering, printing and endless thinking. To look at it is honestly a bit underwhelming (as most booths are) but still very proud of what I took on with 2 wee ones still at home.