Thursday, March 29, 2012

all grown up

School is going so well for Luke. He is loving all of the activities and fun things that he gets to do plus he's learning so much already. I need to take a picture of how he writes his name already. It makes a Momma proud.

Yesterday was Luke's favorite day ever: he was able to ride the bus home for the first time. Ever since we found out he would be attending a public school in our district, he's been asking to ride the bus. When he ran to me with a giant smile on his face after getting off the bus yesterday, I was just as excited as he was.

Here's hoping today goes just as well!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Oh my dear, Reagan. Should you continue to "spice" our lives in ways that we could have never imagined, be prepared for your Daddy and I to save pictures such as this one to share with any and all future boyfriends.

See, when I go to pick you up from preschool and I think that you've had your face painted by your teacher and you've really just colored a fair portion of your exposed skin with "washable" markers, you've brought this on yourself.

Yes, you are cute.  Yes, you have more spunk than I've come across in a long while. Yes, you keep every part of our life entertaining. And yes, I love your sweet little personality more than I could have ever imagined.

But all is fair in love and parenting, sweetheart and hopefully you'll consider that before you head off to complete your next sneaky act of cuteness.

And yes, I did drive her all the way home from school so I could take good pictures before I attempted to scrub it off of her. Who could blame me?

Thursday, March 22, 2012

cake makes everything better

This past weekend we attended my sweet niece Parker's 2nd birthday party. The kids were in love with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme and the piece de resistance of the shin-dig was the gorgeous Minnie Mouse cake. Both of my kidlets may have stuck their fingers in the back during lunch -- that's how excited they were.

Well, life doesn't always work out in your favor. See, I was sick. And Reagan has this fear of men and there were plenty to go around at the party that she had never met before. And it was crazy windy which didn't help my inability to breathe and Luke's asthma. And then there was the incident with Luke.

My brother Randy was a champ at helping out with the kids. It's tough when they run opposite directions and you are the only parent there. Randy stuck with Luke and was pushing him on the swings as Reagan was having a meltdown near the bounce house. When I looked back a minute or so later, Luke was gone. I carefully checked the playground, the pavilion where everyone was eating, the bounce house, the grassy area. No Luke. At this point, I'm now running around the park trying to find him, shouting his name.

As I pulled my phone out to call the police, I got a phone call from Randy. It turns out Luke had needed to go to the bathroom, so he took him back to Beth's house so he could go. He made sure to call me as soon as they got there and I appreciate that, but at this point, my nerves were shot and I was seconds away from bursting into tears.

Needless to say, we didn't make it much longer.

We high tailed it out of there right before the singing of Happy Birthday and the cutting of the cake. Randy was nice enough to bring us some slices in the car before we left.

We ate our cake at home after nap time. Reagan was excited for the cake, but so sad when she realized that we weren't going back to the party.

At least she had cake.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

first day of shool

Now, I know that at this time of year, most kids and teachers are counting down the days until summer. Here at the Waltemeyer home, we don't play that way. :)

Because Luke now qualifies for speech services, he gets to attend the elementary school in our neighborhood. Reagan has also reached the age where she can attend a mini-preschool class once a week through the Gilbert Parks & Rec. Monday was the first day for both of them. And let's be honest: Momma barely held it together.

Luke and Reagan were champs. Neither of them took a second look back or had any kind of struggle. Myself, on the other hand, had the tears well up and made the sappy phone call to Keith so he could keep me in check.

My sweet babies are growing up so fast. Too fast.