Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving all!  Off to my third gorge of the weekend, and figured I would show off the girls' handiwork from school.

Teresa's card from school

And the inside...

Some of Frances' fine work from pre-school.

First of Many

Wednesday was Teresa's second first day of school, the day she has been anticipating for two weeks now. She loves school, her friends, her new teacher, and I love that she's excited. I love her independence, giving me a quick kiss before heading off to do puzzles, and her excitement of seeing us when we return. School has never been a time for tears, and I hope it never is.

First Days....

Teresa will have many first days, more than I care to think about right now. Thursday was her first day of pre-school. Well, technically it was her second day, but I don't count her first day since ALL  the parents were there. Thursday was her first day without me, and while I am totally fine with this new stage in Teresa's life, let's not ask Ken about it. He's feeling a little vulnerable right now, poor muffin.

Since the pre-school is just down the street from our house we walked. After dropping Teresa off, Frances, Rowdy and I went for a nice long walk at a pace quicker than molasses and enjoyed the quiet. Teresa had a fabulous time. She glued stuff, painted stuff, danced and listened to stories. She didn't miss me one bit, which is the way it should be.

"Mommy, this picture is making me mad." End quote.

The walk would have gone faster if she didn't want to pick up EVERY. SINGLE. LEAF.

Teresa in motion

She was so excited and ran so fast down the steps the flash didn't have time to charge.

WORST. SALESWOMAN. EVER.

So Frances is six months now, and since I am a "good" mother I introduce her to solid foods. I even mix the cereal with breast milk in order to make the transition a little more palatable. The first day she takes a couple spoonfuls and smiles and the maniac (me) making funny faces at her. The second day she is clearly unimpressed, but eats a bit, forcing down a couple spoonfuls so that the boob lady will give her what she wants already. The third day I got this:

And this:

Complete with gagging....

Needles to say, this whole solids this is not looking promising. And I'm wondering how strict I've got to be with this thing? I mean, how important is it really babies eat solids RIGHT at six months. With Teresa I just followed her lead when she was this age and I let her tell me when she was ready. With Frances, she seemed ready, but this morning she wouldn't even open her mouth for the spoon. So, after talking it over with Ken, we have decided to take a week off. I may try some fruit and veggies to see if those are more palatable to our little diva. I'll have to think of something, because right now, she is not buying what I'm selling. Any parents out there with suggestions? Other than exclusively nursing for a year, I don't need the girls going on strike as well, or looking like tube socks (sorry).