I live in a lovely neighborhood, with lovely people, and lovely businesses, and a lovely community, and crappy schools. Except for one. Back when Peanut was an infant, I started researching the schools in the area to decide which would be best for him to attend. I checked back with each school yearly, just to see which I should keep in mind. There are five elementary schools in the area, and only one has ever held any promise. Three are currently under federal intervention programs because they suck. One is decent, but almost ten miles away from us. That left us with St. Joseph Catholic School. A pillar of academic excellence and high standard, a faith-based, family-oriented establishment, part of our parish community, not too overly expensive, and only two miles away. I am pleased with Peanut's integration into the school, and everyone's acceptance of him. He loves to be there, and loves his teachers. I love that there is an expectation of family involvement and attendance to events. It has been so great. There are several events I will be posting about, just to get the word out; in the meantime, here is my Peanut on the first day of school:
Unfortunately, there is not much time in life to blog. I was hoping after Libby came along I would have as much time to chronicle the life of my girl as I did with my son. As crazy as it sounds, however, there is not as much time to do things with two kids as there was with one. Interesting. Sometimes there is a moment to write things down, though. Namely, when one or more of these buggers is sleeping. There is not really anything exciting going on, anyway. Lots of gardening, and lots of making sure my darling daughter does not eat rocks and bark and poisonous plants. She keeps me on my toes, that's for sure!
It may be because Peanut is so much older than the Princess, or it may just be that she is not old enough to really annoy him yet, but my children actually get along so far. It is a beautiful thing to watch them play together every day. Peanut shares his toys with her and Princess happily plays with all of his cars and batman action figures. They play ball together, and today they played peek-a-boo for nearly 1/2 an hour. It was super sweet. I love this and I hope they stay friends forever. I know it is too much to ask, but I can dream.
It's official. I should be losing my last ten pounds rather quickly now, since I have to chase around two kids instead of one. Libby has started to crawl.
Crawling is not a bad thing. It's what crawling leads to that I don't much care for. You see, crawling means Libby will be bashing her face into things... Like the giant brick hearth in the living room. Crawling means Libby will be eating new things... Like Peanut's leftover food items that somehow got from the kitchen table to under the couch. Or leaves from house plants. Or dust. Or bugs. Now, keep in mind I keep a VERY clean house, but if it is on the floor, Libby's mouth will find it.
Crawling means I can no longer set her down on the floor to play while I use the bathroom, and expect her to be in the same place upon my return 15 seconds later.
But most of all, crawling means my princess is getting bigger and developing more and more every day, and I love every second of it.
Sometimes a mommy has to do something nice for herself. Really nice. Sometimes I just feel so frumpy and gross. Stuck in clothes that are either too big or too small, wearing flip flops and tank tops and messy hair. Dragging two fantastically beautiful kids around everywhere I go.
Now, I am not a super materialistic person, and I'm definitely not a fashionista, but I really love me some Coach.
Anything Coach. Purses, sunglasses, shoes... Everything. I don't really have a lot of Coach accessories because they are outrageously expensive, but the few things I do have make me super happy. They make me feel like a grown-up. Like I am worthy to like and carry something not baby-related. It's wonderful.
But expensive. Quite pricey, really. Almost more than I can afford. My darling husband hates it. "It's just a purse," he says. "You could buy 10 purses at Walmart and 10 more at Target for the same price as one Coach bag!"
Which is NOT true. And why would I need 20 bags, when one good bag is so worth it! I love the smell and softness of the leather. I love the sophisticated look and the sleek style and metal hardware. It's a whole bunch of happiness stuffed in to one lovely bag. Aaahhhh! Awesome.
Erm, where was I going with this post? I have no idea, but I just wanted to thank Coach for making my day :-)