She woke up at 5 a.m. with a fever. I was so disappointed for her, that she might miss her winter recital. She had rehearsed at home for me nightly the past week and was so excited about her costumes and being on stage again.
So, like any good mother, I doped her up with Tylenol because...the show must go on. She made it through the recital that morning. I think her excitement and adrenaline kicked in...you would never have guessed that she was up all night coughing and crying only a few hours that morning that her throat hurt and she was hot.
On the way home, she fell asleep. And spent the rest of the day on the couch with Mommy.
But, she did so good and looked so beautiful. Entertaining runs through her veins. I think this might be her thing.
It's a sad year when they've all grown up. Only one trick-or-treater left.
She keeps it fun, at least.
And we'll always make them take a picture. Costume or not.
Not sure why she wanted to be a policewoman this Halloween. I thought she might be Poppy or Moana or (over my dead body) a Shopkin. But she chose it right off the bat and insisted on it, and I loved it.
We (and when I say we, I mean I) had so much fun taking pictures of her in the yard while we waited for family to arrive and for the sun to go down so we could get started trick-or-treating. She loved every bit of Halloween, from the decorations, the scary guys, the pumpkins and carving. She's not scared of anything any more. She ran from house to house and never complained about being tired. She has really grown up this year, and I love that I still have one last trick or treater.
This was all her idea. Hold up 1 and 5. Can you tell he was excited?
Out of the 3 of them, Cam was the least excited about school starting.
In fact, the night before, when it was time for bed, he started crying. He admitted he was nervous about school starting, and that "Summer is so much fun" and the school year is just too long. I mean, I get it. We laid in his bed and talked. Then, he tells me that he didn't realize he'd "like having me at school so much", and he's sad that he'll be going to middle school next year, and I won't be there.
Me, too, kid.
He was all smiles this morning and in a great mood. I was glad for our talk and that he actually shared with me what was bothering him.
He picked his outfit to match his shoes. Isn't it usually the other way around?
Bella was beyond excited. But, after brushing her teeth, she casually remarks, "My belly tickles and be's nervous." She went on to explain that it kind of felt like it did when she rode a ride at Busch Gardens. She whined when I had to fix her hair because she was "so tired". It was the first time she got to ride to school with me and Cameron. I walked her to her class (man, I love my job), but she didn't seem to care and didn't even turn around to give me a kiss. Or a second glance. I must be doing something right.
Then there's this. This is what you get when Dad takes first day pics.
I don't get to see him off because he leaves much later than we do. And I let him sleep. Because this is the last year for that. Next year, it's off to high school, bright and early. And that just makes my heart hurt.
And can you guess who missed their bus home on the first day of school? My 13 year old. You see, the story was that he forgot his locker number and then something about not being able to fit his binder into his backpack with his P.E. shoes, which he TOLD Dad he wouldn't need today, and the bus wasn't parked in the spot it was supposed to be in.....
And so this is the last year for Cam in elementary school and the last year for Jack in middle.
This year can take its' time.
This weekend was packed full of love, celebrating, and friends & family.
Firstly, I am expecting a Great NIECE this December. I attended my first ever gender reveal to learn the sex. It was truly one of the coolest, most emotional things I've ever seen. I was pretty convinced Sarah was having a baby boy. Well, I was wrong.
Bella's 6th birthday party was the very next day. It went terrific, and I know Bella was the happiest little girl at the end of the night. All of her favorite little people showed up. Along with all of her family. They swam, cooked food in her kitchen, played lots of Barbies, rode bikes and scooters, and played house. Josh made the best wings and the kids enjoyed pizza and snacks. And, of course, strawberry poke cake for the birthday girl.
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.