You're so skinny. Clothes shopping for school was difficult. We finally found you a size 16 super slim jeans. Most pants are either too short or too big around your waist. You've grown about 2 inches over the Summer; yet you haven't gained a pound in a year. You're nearly 5'4" and holding steady at 99lbs. You eat. A lot. But you're very active. And I think you're just destined to be tall & lanky.
I have to fix your hair every morning. It's become our routine. You're pretty serious about it. You have your own style, and you know just what you like. Last time we cut your hair, you asked if we could buy the hair cream the stylist used because you liked the way she did your hair. The other day, I told you you were having a good hair day. Your response? "I meant to have a good hair day."
You absolutely love kindergarten. You like (helping) picking out your clothes each night. You like going to Carter's house in the mornings with Ms. Lauren. You like coming to my clinic in the afternoons and playing with Lilly and Kennedy. You always ask for a snack right away (you eat lunch before school and you're always hungry at the end of the day). You are learning so much, and I am so excited for you.
There's something exciting about the start of a new baseball season. A clean slate, a lot of potential, room for growth. This marks these boys' fourth year playing together.
She made this hat this week at school. And she wears it all the time. As you can see, she even wears it to bed.
This week, you began seventh grade. Second year of middle school. You have changed dramatically since last year. Everyone warned me middle school is a time of big change and growth, maturity. Attitude, independence. Well, it happened.
You've always been confident, since kindergarten. Adaptable. Likable. You make friends easily. Teachers adore you. I've never really worried about you. I still don't.
Yet, you still get nervous. The night before the first day, you couldn't sleep. We had sent you to bed and nearly an hour later, you came down and asked us if you should wear something different to school (we had already picked out your first day outfit, yet now you were questioning if it was the right choice). I reassured you the outfit was fine and you would look great and just like the rest of your peers. I walked you back upstairs and you were very talkative, and mentioned that you were nervous about basketball tryouts. Which won't take place for another 2 months. My heart aches for you because I am the same way. I worry about things. Things that are beyond my control. Things that I cannot change. Things that are not worth worrying about. But I get it. And I know the feeling. I wish I could help but I can't.
The five of us went school clothes shopping this past weekend. You had to try on everything and you were very outspoken this time about what you liked. You're figuring out your style and what you like. I love it. You picked out your shoes (Jordan's) and you insisted on joggers which we couldn't find in your size. You're at an awkward stage right now. Pants are usually either too short or too big around your waist. You're tall, but super skinny.
Eventually we left the mall exhausted and irritated. We decided that you and I would go back at a later date, without Bella. And without Dad.
You were worried that you didn't have school supplies. I reminded you that you would get lists from your teachers the first week, and we would go shopping after that, like we did last year. But you still said you felt "unprepared" for the first day.
Tonight, the two of us went to the mall and to get school supplies. We were successful, and I knew you were happy as we were driving home, you said, "I'm excited.....to go to school tomorrow". It's the third day. And you sat at the kitchen table tonight organizing your supplies and packing your backpack. And laying out your clothes. You came downstairs repeatedly to ask about outfits for the rest of the week.
I'm thankful that you and your cousin get to share a homeroom together. How special is that?!?
I'm sad because I know you are going to continue to grow up and this year will bring more changes. Yet, I know you are going to have a great year.
I'm so proud of you. We are at a different stage in your life. It's new to us as you are our first. I'm thankful to learn from you. You are such a great first born. You make it so easy. Thanks for being you.
Such a great way to end the Summer. Spent a week in Hatteras NC with our good friends and all these wonderful kiddos.
Just some fun things to remember about this crazy fun week.
We arrived early on Saturday. The house wasn't ready so we had lunch at an Italian joint called Rocco's. The water was pure awful but the food was good. After that, we hung out in our cars (to avoid the heat) outside the house until they were done cleaning it.
The view from the top deck was incredible. The house was oceanfront, which was so convenient. The kids were able to walk back to the house to get in the pool when they were tired of the beach.
My favorite part about the house (aside from the view), was the poolside bar with the swings.
Nights were spent in the pool or hot tub. Except when "Polly" the Possum was around.
Bella learned to swim without her vest. Underwater. And doing front flips and diving in the pool. Craziness. She lost all inhibition. Even went deep into the ocean. By the end of the week, she was treading water and jumping waves all by herself!
The kids really got along great, aside from the occasional meltdown, which was the result of long days on the beach, sun, and pure exhaustion.
Taboo, fireball, and Jägermeister. Nuff said.
Oh, and can't forget about the daily morning mimosas (great idea, Jenn!) and screwdrivers. It became our new favorite drink.
The trip to Ocracoke. The ferry ride. Howard's Pub.
We met up with Mark and Rilee, Vaeda and Nate. Then after dinner, we watched the sunset from the sound. Picture perfect end to the day.
When we weren't at the beach, we spent the days/nights coloring, playing Xbox, playing ping pong or shooting pool, or relaxing on the deck listening to music.
I was so happy Nate brought his kayak. It was a blast. I even got to take it out. And the kids even spent some time in it in the pool.
The Wreck, Blackbeard, and the exciting Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum.
Every night was "girls' night out". Or girls day. The girls ruled the roost.
"the last night"
"chugga chugga. in my butt"
"Somewhere on a beach" "We don't talk anymore"
"it's 5'oclock somewhere"
All day. Everyday.
The guys did a bit of fishing, but the fish weren't biting that week.
Jadyn went off shore fishing, however, and brought us back some delicious wahoo that we grilled one evening.
The last day, Josh wanted to rent jet skis. It ended up being my favorite part of our trip. The kids loved it. And surprisingly, I did too. The most shocking, however, was that Bella loved it, too.
There was also surfing and wiffle ball.
Bonfires and s'mores.
Searching for sand crabs in the dark with flashlights.
Memories were made.
And in just a few days, they all go back to school.
And already I'm looking forward to our next adventure with our family and friends.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.