Zoë has been voicing her own opinion on her clothes for a while. I don’t let her have free choice because that would take forever, but she dies have veto power or can pick between three things.
Today she picked out her own outfit. We love our sparkly pink Toms.
Zoë’s first ballet lesson today-cute.
Swimming for Zoë
Noah’s first basketball practice-he tore it up.
Swimming for Noah.
Picked up birthday cake for Zoë’s party.
Cleaned house.
Had party.
Cleaned up aftermath of Barbie explosion.
Better post tomorrow. Ready to fall back. Except that means kids will wake me up at 5:30 in the frickin morning.
I saw Madeline Sackler’s documentary The Lottery last night. I haven’t seen Waiting for Superman yet. It was a movie that stirs emotions-sadness and anger are two of those emotions.
I have much more to say, but will hold those thoughts until I see the other movie.
Now, all I can say is that I am lucky that I have a quality choice for my kids. I am also revitalized in my work to reform public education. They are all our children.
I’m at the Lake of the Ozarks today and tomorrow for a charter school conference. It’s a gorgeous time of year here. The photo from the meeting room doesn’t do it justice.
Zoë today you turn 36-months-old. I can hardly believe how much you have grown.
One-Year-Old
Two-Years-Old
Three-Years-Old
We celebrated this morning with a special breakfast of bacon and eggs (your favorite) and opened a present. You danced and sang “I’m three, Yay three.” You handed over your bubee (pacifier) because three-year-olds don’t use them (we’ll see how long that lasts–mom kept it just in case). You said three-year-olds don’t pee in pull-ups any more (again–we’ll see how long that lasts). When you pee in your pull-up or ask for a bubee you’ll give us that pouty little fact that is so hard to resist and talk and your remorse filled tone and probably get exactly what you want. You are the light of our lives. You aren’t moody–which I am very thankful for. You are sheer pleasure and joy to be around. You have filled our lives with so much happiness and joy. Your brother adores you, just as you do him.
You are a daredevil and already love make-up. There is something awfully skewed when I have to tell you that when you go to school next year you can’t wear make-up. How did I get such a girly girl? I love it but it often makes me feel grossly inadequate. But I’ll do all the girly stuff because I love you.
Happy Birthday my princess. You have made our family complete and better. Couldn’t imagine a day going by without you.
Love,
Mama
Embracing Imperfection 