Ducky Diaries: August 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Bear goes to school. Edition: Pre-K

Monday, my little Bear started Pre-K. Official school.

Okay so maybe not Kindergarten level official, but you know, truancy officer level official. 

So basically my heart has been walking around outside of my body for all of 4 days.  It's okay though.  We're okay. 

The first day we weren't.  No way.  It was bad. Gnashing of teeth, Defcon level 1, bad.  There were tears. 

Bear was lifted onto his shiny yellow bus in his wheel chair and was a little unsettled.  As he was being wheeled to his lock in position he realized mommy and daddy weren't coming with him. 

The next thing I know the screams start.  Then I see my 3 year olds tiny hands gripping a rail with all his might and pulling himself in his chair back to the door to see us.  All the while screaming in. 

It was horrific.  Definitely not a great thing for an uneasy mom and dad to see.  I had to repeatedly turn my head to keep him from seeing my tears.  D.I.C. was fighting the urge to yank him off the bus with a big ole' "Nope...... Maybe tomorrow.". 

It was like legal kidnapping. 

However, it was fine, we were all fine. Maybe not that first day, but all the subsequent days have been fine. Awesome even.  Bear loves his class and all his teachers.  And I'm officially up at the crack of dawn making lunches. 

We're officially a school family. 

Now, without further ado, here are the obligatory first day of school photos that you know you want to see. 

You're welcome. 




 
 
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Monday, August 18, 2014

Dear Instagram,

NAILED IT!!! 


So recently I have realized that the photographic evidence of my life has hit the trifecta.  I live somewhere in the middle of "Crazy cat lady.", "Look at what my vagina produced!", and , "WTF is this?"..... 

I'm not really sure how I feel about that. 

Honestly, I think it's time to schedule a girls night and post a picture of an alcoholic beverage that say's "I'm still hip even though I smell like bleach and baby shit.". 

Yup, I think that'll do it. 




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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

School Days

I'm willing to bet you opened this page expecting to see pictures of Bear heading to school or a mommy rant about how I can't wait until August 25th and am counting down the days left between now and then.......

Nope.

I'm going to actually wait until August 25th, at approximately 10:00 a.m. to do all that nonsense. Because. There will be tears, a flood.   

However I am going to show you an adorable array of sub-par, black and white, overly edited pictures of my adorable 1 year old and her new friend "backpack".  Who, she loves.  And dare I say, is obsessed with.

Enjoy. 





Now if you'll excuse me,  my niece and daughter, see above, are crushing cheerios into my freshly cleaned carpet. So, you know, I should probably go. 
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Saturday, August 2, 2014

Head Banger's Ball


A few days ago we had the pleasure of enjoying a beautiful day outside. We were celebrating with dear friends and their newly turned 3 year old.  Everything was going pretty well I thought. 

The kids had an awesome playground to play on, a volleyball court full of sand, which is the hot commodity for Zo at the moment. 

We snacked and had delicious cupcakes.  Just basically a kid party that really couldn't turn out any better. 

Then we got to present time.    Bear was content to watch his buddy open all birthday gifts, even though he tried to steal a few.  Zo was in my lap, getting a little wriggly.  

D.i.c. told me to let her down and he would watch her.  So I did.  Even though I should have known better. 

*THWACK!*

I will NEVER forget the sound for as long as I live. My world stopped as I turned around to see Zo lying motionless face down on pavilion pavement. 

My stomach dropped completely out.  My breath stopped while my heart sped up.  I cursed several times in front of a pastor. 

I scooped her up and held her tight and finally the screaming started.  Loud and pissed.  Boy was she pissed!  

D.i.c. told me that he wouldn't let her go to the sand pit and she got pissed and literally went from her feet to her face.  On pavement.   Her head bounced.   It happened so fast he had no time to stop it. 

WTF?!?!?!?!? CHILD?!?!?!??! 

Zo has been banging her head when she doesn't get her way for about the last 4+ months.   It is traumatizing and frustrating for all involved.  And sometimes, she really hurts herself.  

As a parent it's difficult for me to watch this behavior while being unable to stop her from doing it.  I'm hoping this is just a phase. Dear God, please let it be a phase.  Because, quite frankly, I don't know how much more I can stomach. 

Even if Baby Center says it's completely normal......


 
At the start of the party.  ^
Before the gnarly bruise, hospital trip, and concussion watch.



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