Boats

The O'Bryan's took us on their boat at El Cap. Dylan had the best time and is such a dare devil. Mackenzie is much like me and a little reserved!

Dylan would now like daddy to buy him his own boat! Of course daddy is VERY excited and thinks it's a GREAT idea. (Will has been trying to talk me into getting a boat since we first got married 9 years ago!)

Barbies

When I was little I loved my Barbies (Japanese version of course!). Every week I saved my allowance and my mom would take me to Seiyu and I would see which piece of furniture I could afford to buy. I remember standing in the Barbie aisle looking at all that they had to offer and carefully choosing the piece of furniture that I could afford and wanted most.

Looking back now, my mom taught me such valuab le skills of money management. I am sure it would have been easier for her if she would have just bought the pieces for me - after all each piece was only $5 to $10 but I distinctly remember having to save money for a couple of weeks to buy what I wanted. I am so grateful for what she taught me about money management at such a young age. Thanks mom!

To this day I still have those same Barbies and all the furniture in their original boxes. I saved them (not sure why - maybe because I had to work so hard to buy it all?) They are stored safely in a toy box that my grandpa made me when I was born (wow - that toy box is 38 years old!!!)

This past weekend, I opened up the toy box and let Mackenzie play with my treasures! She was delighted and mesmerized by all the things that I had. In fact Dylan was also interested and played along side her for a little while. (Don't tell his daddy!)

It was nostalgic for me to see all the pieces I had collected and to see the little blankets and pillows my mom had sewn for me for my Barbies. I also had little wooden dishes that my dad had brought back to me from his Philippines deployment in the Navy. It all brought back so many good memories I had from my childhood in Japan.

I loved sharing them with Mackenzie, and I loved that she seemed to treasure them too. In fact she told me that she hopes one day she can pass the stuff onto her children. Sometimes she seems so wise beyond her years .

Preschool

Well . . . it has happened. I now have two children who go to school. They are growing up so fast it just breaks my heart - but that's a whole other post!

Dylan started preschool at ABC Barn on August 4th. I sent him 3 days early so that he could get accustomed to the routine before I started work. He has the same teacher that Mackenzie had - which I am delighted about.

All along before school started, when anyone asked him about preschool - he let them know that he was not excited and was not looking forward to it. End of conversation.

In my gut, I knew he was going to cry when I dropped him off and I seriously dreaded the moment. I hoped for the best, but I knew what was coming. He is my shy mama's boy after all.

So the morning of, he hesitantly gets ready for school. He is a little curious, a little excited, and a lot scared! When I dropped him off, he clung to me and cried, "one more hug, one more kiss". Now as a Kindergarten teacher who deals with this every year I know that the best thing is to peel them off of you - hand them over to the teacher and walk away. They are resilient and stop crying shortly after the parents leave. In my head I know this. But when the shoe is on the other foot - it is heartbreaking and easier said than done. But, I did what I know is best and did not turn around. I left and then sat in my car and cried there! Poor baby. My heart was breaking for him because I knew he was nervous and scared and wanted me or sister to rescue him. He had never been anywhere without either one of us. As it turns out, he only cried for a little while and then he was fine.

Now he loves his school and teacher. The summer program ends this Friday and "real" school with academics begins on August 23rd. We'll see what he thinks of all of that. So far he has loved playing - let's see what he thinks about learning his ABC's?



Miss Cecilia and Dylan

Obsession

This post is for you Tiffy . . .

I have an obsession with hairbows. Isn't that the first step in addiction? You have to admit you have a problem? Ok Tiffers, cat's out of the bag. I said it. I LOVE hairbows! Tiff thinks I need counseling for my bow addiction.

Ever since Mackenzie got hair long enough to stick a bow in it, she has never left the house without a bow to match her outfit. I had the perfect bow to match every outfit in her closet. I had my favorite bow makers on Ebay bookmarked so that when she did get a new outfit and I did not have the coordinating bow - with one click the problem was solved. We often would get comments from people on how adorable the bows in her hair were. I was one proud mama!

Then it slowly happened. Mackenzie started to become particular about what was going in her hair, and how she was going to wear her hair. Oh no - it's another one of those growing pain moments. No - not for her - for me!

I LOVED those adorable bows. I think she looks so cute and well groomed might I add with a coordinating bow. Well, Mackenzie has been thinking otherwise. She is not into looking "cute". She would like to look "stylish". Stylish? At seven?

Well, there are some battles you don't pick, and this is one of them. I know she needs to develop her own style - and she isn't that cute little toddler that I can dress and accessorize as I please. At least she wanted to keep a few smaller bows for when she gets dressed up. So those of you who have little girls - have fun while they are little because one day all those cute bows are out the window!