Window

"Why do I have to window?" Jo asked this morning.
"Huh?"
"Because I'm in a contest!"

Get it? Win dough. So I asked where she heard this.
"I made it up!"
"No way."
"Yes, I learned it from MY HEAD. I went in there and learned it. But I only do that at night."

She's also sounding out - reading words, like "Glad" off the garbage bag box.

Meanwhile, sister Leah is in labor so we should have a baby niece / cousin soon - hurricane approaching but hopefully Richmond will just have strong wind and rain. Of course, Sam says it's "MY baby." Hmmm.

Josy (that's how she is called at school) has turned into a self-possessed firecracker this week. Suddenly she's a comic. Here she is below being a hippo, and then she started doing her feet as puppets at the table. Sam finds this enchanting.

He is, meanwhile, in love with his Mickey backpack (yay for Goodwill)... he was very frustrated when he couldn't figure out how to get it on correctly but once I taught him how he did it and is very proud every time.

First Day

We had to wait for what seemed like FOREVER - especially considering we got to the bus stop 15 minutes early - but eventually the bus did come.
And she got on it.
She didn't look back.
And I burst into tears.

Sam was confused - he thought we were all getting on it -we felt sad as we waved the bus goodbye.

I hate you, kindergarten.

Ice Ice, Baby

Took the kids to a free ice skating lesson yesterday. Sam refused. Jo fell in love. She was amazing! She has awesome balance, kept herself from falling, went all around the rink, hopped, walked, stomped. Now she wants to be an ice skater. Too adorable.

We also went to her new school, met her teacher, saw her classroom. She's so excited!

Today is her last day of preschool.

She is excited and scared!

Baby Jozy, Baby No Longer

I knew it would happen when I set up this blog - one day she wouldn't really qualify as a baby.

But maybe I couldn't quite believe it.

Sigh. In THREE WEEKS Jo starts kindergarten, and she
- has learned to roll her eyes
- asked for a dictionary for her 6th birthday
- stated that when she grows up, she wants to be a bookmaker like Dr. Seuss, making both the words and the pictures

She also sounded like my echo when, unable to sleep, she said that half her brain was tired but the other half was arguing for staying up. I just posted on my other blog about the same conversation in my head last night.

Sam's 3 1/2 on Friday.

They're lovely.