The Day I Have Dreaded...

My biggest "baby" is about to surpass an enormous milestone in her life...this Monday, Kendall starts kindergarten!  This is the day I knew would arrive too soon...and it really did arrive WAY TOO SOON!  There are a lot of very big moments my kiddos will go through, but for some reason kindergarten has always whispered at the back of my mind.  I took hundreds (well maybe even thousands of photos and videos) knowing very well that one day - far far too soon - this little tiny cute thing would be going to big school.  And then the rest would just fly by in an instant.

I know she is very ready for this.  Kendall is nothing like her introverted parents.  During her preschool graduation, her teacher mentioned that Kendall was the most popular girl in their class.  She makes friends wherever she goes and very quickly.  I recently went to a classmate's birthday where I was informed that all their kids talked again and again about this "Kendall."  All that to say that I know she will be fine...even though she doesn't know anyone in her new school...and there are lots of super big, "scary" kids at this new school...clearly I have more issues that she does!

So here we go...into the public school system....yikes...

Leah Leah Leah

This post is dedicated to my sweet little Leah Claire.  This is my absolute favorite picture of you.  It's the last one I've taken, so this may change shortly.  I love so many of the pictures I take of you because you are a free and natural spirit.  You love to dress up - princess dresses, ballet clothes, old Halloween costumes, your sister's church dresses.  You will go through almost every one in under an hour.  There is not much you take seriously - it's hard to stay mad at you because of your adorable dimples.  You are extremely sensitive.  You tell me "you make my feelings not so good" when you go to time out or if I have to correct you.  Your best friend is "sissy" however you frequently tell me "I'm not friends with sissy any more.  She mean to me." You adore Griffey.  Too much sometimes.  You have a little boy admirer at school named Nathaniel who has brought you special Christmas and Valentines gifts.  Although, you told me yesterday that you weren't friends with Nathaniel anymore because he wanted to play with cars and you wanted to play kitchen.  You have an astonishingly good memory for a 3 year old. You have the sweetest voice and the most loving heart. You love to sing. When you have a boo-boo, you immediately want to call grandma and grandpa and tell them all about it.  You love to get into sister's neatly organized toys and wreak havoc.

You are my baby bean.