Brother and Sister

What I love Most About Charlotte

At our cooperative preschool, it's a tradition to have each parent anonymously jot down a few positive, descriptive words of each child. Our parent advisor puts them together and presents them to us at our end of the year parent party. These were some of the descriptions on Charlotte's:
Loves her Mom.
Really loves her Mom.
Really, Really, Really, loves her Mom.
Of course there were also some other descriptors such as, "quiet" and "creative", but I just had to smile and tear up a little (ok, a lot) when it was being read out loud.
I have put together a little snapshot of my own, of Charlotte at age four.
Funny. This girl can make me laugh.
Artistic. Sometimes I am blown away by her creativity and skill in this area.
She never forgets. Occasionally she will talk about something that happened 2 and a half years ago.
Sensitive and compassionate. Her concern for others is amazing.
Likes to be the boss. Future jobs might include: director of stage and/or screen, CEO, Principal or Teacher. (she says when she grows up she wants to be a Mommy)
Curious. She asks questions that floor me. Often (usually) I don't know the answers and we have to do some research. (Thank God for the internet!)
Oh yeah. She really, really, really, really, loves her Mommy.

The Meaning of Life

Seriously. No explanation needed.

My Grown Up Girl

Often I wonder and worry about how to raise compassionate, sensitive, kind children. Then, out of the blue...proof that I am doing something right. I was telling Charlotte about Evelyn's last day of school and how Teacher Gina was crying. Charlotte seemed very concerned and asked why she was crying. I told her that she would miss the kids. With teary eyes, she looked up at me and said, "I'm crying, but I don't know why." I know why. Because she is a compassionate, sensitive, kind girl.



It was Charlotte's last day today. On to pre-k next year. I'm not ready for kindergarten, so this makes me happy:)

Next stop....Three's class!

Wow! It's that time of year already. Sleeping in. Hours splashing in the wading pool. The sticky smell of sunscreen and the greasy, shiny faces that come with it. Ahhhhh...summer. Afternoons with sticky ice cream fingers and faces as we lay in the cool shade of our front yard. This time last year, we were just preparing to meet baby brother for the first time. He's almost one and another school year has gone by. I need to take note of every detail. I may turn around and find a grinning teenager in a cap and gown looking back at me.




Evelyn's last day of school today. It was a really fun year for her. Thanks for everything teacher Gina! We love you!

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens...

Here are a few, simple, generally inexpensive, favorite cosmetic items that I must use daily.


CG Smoothers tinted moisturizer. Awesome moisture, enough coverage for those of us who don't actually need it. I've tried other tinted moisturizers, much more expensive ones, and this wins. Hands down.



Aveda Exfoliating Toner. Awwwwww, the feeling of cleanliness! I don't know exactly why, but my face feels dull, tight, and generally uncomfortable until I use this every morning. If I run out, I make sure to run right out to the salon to pick some up. I love it that much. I don't normally love Aveda products. Too naturey smelling. This one is worth trying, especially if you have super dry skin that tends to flake.



One more favorite for today. Don't worry, I'll be back with more favorites. There are so many things I must share with you.

I love Olay facial cleansing cloths! There. The secret's out. I wastefully use a facial cloth every morning and toss it in the trash without thinking of the Earth. I faithfully recycle. Really. I just love the way these make my skin feel. Plus I have a wierd washcloth on the face aversion, so this seems to work for me. If you prefer using a washcloth and cleanser, might I suggest packing them on your next vacation? Quick and easy.

An Old Favorite

This and That

Can't get enough of you, baby...

Oh dear, the way I love this little guy...

Immaturity

Why on Earth do I think this is so funny? What am I? 8 years old?