
Talk about mixed emotions! Part of me thinks it's some form of
cruel and unusual punishment to send your oldest to Kindergarten when you're 9
(going on 29) months pregnant, 1.4 weeks away from giving birth. At the same time, I do like the idea of one less voice in the house requesting this and that. I know she'll love going to school and learning, playing, making friends, and I know she'll be wonderful at all of it. It's not that I can't believe I'm old enough to have a kid in school, I'm fine with my age. I'm fine with her being 5.
So why do my eyes keep watering? {sniffle}.
Here's why. Change, good or bad, is never easy, and that's part of it- a lot of change happening in a short period of time, but I think the hardest part is knowing that she's going to get 'owies', or hurt feelings, or just go in those quiet moods, and I'm not going to be there to hold her until it's all better. That's the part of having my Kindergartener grow up that I struggle with. That's life, right?
Well, here she is, loving life as a Kindergartener.
Teah wanted to wear her dress with flowers and brown leggings, and her sandals from Aunt Jill. She wanted her hair in pig tails with a 'headband braid'.
She found her spot at her table, and got busy writing her name.


Her teacher, Mrs. Law, had them fill in these posters, and I loved Teah's answers and artwork. When she grows up she initially put 'a doctor', but after a couple WSU volleyball games, she had to cross out doctor and put (no, not a volleyball player, heaven forbid.) 'a cheerleader'. 

I guess it's NOT okay to have your little sister in your pictures on your big day. Teah wouldn't smile if Havi was near.