The "big girl" class

It's official, my baby is growing up.
She moved up to the 3 year old gymnastics class this morning (a month and a half early, if I can just brag for a minute.)
This is her first class on her own, no more mama doing it with her.

A part of me was SO nervous for her, but so excited to watch also. (And let's face it, my big ol belly is sucking the energy out of me just walking, I'm thankful to have a 45 minute break every week.)

As soon as we pulled up I could see her get nervous.
But, she had no problem going in on her own, even if she was a little shy.
Her nerves got to her about halfway through class and she fell down on the ladder and the poor girl just lost it... huge tears everywhere.
She came out, I hugged her and told her we could go home if she wanted to, but she told me she was ok and wanted to go back.
She walked back in and finished off the class with a smile. (Proud mama moment!)

I love this girl and her tenacity.
She does not stop trying until she masters something, no matter how hard it is.
After going back in she did amazing and kept up with all the older kids easily.
It's amazing how you can watch her confidence soar when she masters something...
And I can't wait to see what this year in gymnastics brings us!

Just a little surgery... for fun on a Friday

Well, I'm not winning any wife of the year awards this month. 

Ryan has been complaining for a few days about a dull ache in his abdomen.

He rarely ever complains about anything but I think I might have told him a few times to drink some water and rest and I'm sure it will be fine.

Well,  whoops. He finally decided to go to the ER as the pain was getting worse Friday morning.

They checked him in and started running tests. 

By the time Mikenna woke up from her nap I figured we would go down and visit him since he had been there for so long. 

Mikenna got tired of sitting in the ER and thankfully my sister Heather was able to take her while I went back. That night they concluded it was his appendix and scheduled emergency surgery right away.

So at about 11:00 pm on a Friday night we were partying it up at Sutter getting a little surgery.

Ryan came out fine (although he's pretty hilarious when he's groggy.)
I planned on going back home to be with Mikenna but my sad, drugged husband looked up at me and said, "please don't leave me!"

I talked Grammy and Aitachi into going to stay at our house and thankfully Titi had already put Mikenna to bed.

I got to find out how it feels to sleep on those teeny tiny window beds taking care of your spouse all night. (FYI, not fun at 22 weeks pregnant, in case you were wondering.)

Ryan felt a lot better by morning and they told him he would be released later in the morning. 

I didn't have time to eat dinner the night before and my growling stomach kept me up all night so I decided to head home, grab Mikenna, and shove some food in my mouth before coming back. I ate two breakfasts in a row. (Hey, it's for the baby.)

Kenna was very happy to see that her Daddy was doing ok.

She was worried after seeing him in the hospital the day before. She took his food order, tried on some gloves and band-aids, and did a good job of keeping our spirits up. :) 

We are so glad our favorite man in the world is ok after that little scare and that bad appendix of his is gone!

Preschool = SAD Mommy

My little boo is almost 3.

3 means preschool.

I cannot BELIEVE she is old enough to go to school yet, but... she is.

I took her to tour some schools in the Spring and told myself I would base my decision to put her in school this year or wait until next year on how those tours went. 

Well, my independent girl would have been perfectly fine with me leaving her there during those tours...

and for the next month BEGGED me to take her back to school.

So, here we are....

first day of school for my first baby.

She is going to Rocklin Montessori Preschool, the school I felt fit her best when we toured.

She was the most "herself" there, but I can't help but question my decision.

Being a parent is HARD... are you ever at peace with your decisions?

I know it's a great school, I know it will foster her independence, I just hope I'm making the right choice for her.

I dropped her off with no tears this morning (from her anyway, I cried like a baby as soon as I got in the car), and picked her up happy after 3 hours.

So that's gotta be good, right?

As much as I will miss her every Tuesday and Thursday morning, I am so looking forward to hearing her stories everyday when I pick her up, and seeing the friends she makes, and bringing her artwork home.

I am so unbelievably proud of the independent, brave girl she has become... I can't wait to see how preschool will influence her as she grows.

Miss Mikenna, I hope you enjoy every second at school, I hope you love your teachers, make tons of friends, and always feel as confident in yourself as you do today on your first day. Good luck this year, sweet girl!

(And if you want to be a space man... reach for the stars, chick!)