Teagan's first day of school!

Teagan had her first day of school today. I was super nervous about it, and talked to Teagan about school a lot in the last couple of weeks. We talked about what she would do at school, who her teacher was, what kids would be there, and that mommy wouldn't be staying with her. She always seemed very cool with that fact, but I wasn't so sure how she'd react when the time would come.

So last night, I put the girls to bed at 7:45pm and they were sleeping by 8pm. And I cleaned and prepared for the morning until about 11pm. I could have went to bed earlier, but I just a ball of nerves. I did my routines (Flylady.com rocks my world), and had everything set up for an easy morning.

At midnight, Ever woke up fussing. And she stayed awake nursing, climbing on me, screaming and pinching me (because she wanted me to get up), and babbling until about 5:30am or so. I got NO sleep, and thought that it was going to throw a huge wrench in the whole day.

But I got my butt up out of bed at 6:45am, got dressed, curled my hair, put some makeup on, changed Ever's diaper, and made breakfast. Teagan woke up and the girls ate while I threw laundry in, put the dry dishes away, and cleaned up the breakfast mess. Then I cleaned the girls up, put Teagan's hair up, and got them dressed with the clothes I laid out the night before.

And I got all of this done easily in less than an hour! I was so freaking proud of myself, you just don't even know LOL.

I grabbed my bag, my list, and Teagan's backpack and we were out the door. On time. No, better than on time. EARLY.

I'm pretty sure that's a first for me.

We got to the school with Teagan about squealing in her carseat. I took her to her classroom, and Teagan found her cubby (all by herself!). She hung up her coat and her backpack all nice and neat, and we headed to their bathroom to wash her hands (Mrs.Y's rule, which I appreciate). We found her nametag, and put it on her shirt (which she loved so much!). A little girl who was also there early was a bit upset that her mom was leaving, and Teagan was so sweet to her. She told her "It's ok, she's comin' wight back, it's ok", took her by the hand, and they went to play with the toys. I told Teagan I was leaving then, and she came and gave me a kiss and a squish (what she calls a hug) and said "Ellalee stay here?". "No, Everleigh is coming home with mommy." And with that, she gave her "Ellalee" a kiss and a squish and ran off, yelling "I love you more!" as she went.

And then I teared up... just a bit. My little girl.... so secure and wonderful and happy. Ready for the world! I hung out outside the door for just a bit before heading to the car again. She was happy to stay with Mrs. "Hung" (I laughed so freaking hard when she repeated Mrs.Young's name to me!) and the kids, as she likes to call them lol.

When I came to pick her up, she gave me her big grin and said "HI MOMMY!" and then "I WASHED MY HANDS!"... "Oh wow!... That's so awesome Teagan!" I said with a grin to rival hers.
Apparently that's all they do in preschool these days.

In the car she told me she colored and played with the kids and had milk too. Phew. At least they aren't teaching my kid to be a germ freak ;).

Shaklee to the Rescue!

I'm starting a new blog. And yes, I'm going to actually write in this one. No really. Don't believe it? Well then I'll have to just prove you wrong. These girls do so many amazing and wonderful things everyday, and I am horrified that I am not documenting these at least a few times a week! Plus I have a lot to say about what is all going on in my life at the moment.

So... here it is. The blog about us ladies.
Today was fairly uneventful. Ha! Way to start a blog :) Ever has taken a liking to her thumb... and has been sucking on it so much her skin is chapped on her hand, chin, and face. Niiiice. I'm not sure when she has time to suck on her thumb, being she is on my boob pretty much 24/7.



Yesterday, Teagan was a bit tired from daylight savings, and so proceeded to beat the crap out of herself all day. Tired= insanely klutzy + only half the brain functioning which also =self-mutilation.
So after I told her 1,000,000,000,000 times not to play with the glasses I just put in a box to donate, she takes it out anyway and then of course drops it. On my kitchen floor. Which by the way is concrete covered in tile. So you can imagine my panic seeing as not only was Teagan surrounded in broken glass, but being I was in the same county, I was as well.
Greeeaaat.

I firmly tell Teagan not to move, and with eyes as big as saucers, she looks at me and says in all seriousness, "What happened?".
Um.. I don't know Teags? It's possible an alien took over your body, broke the glass, and fled the scene giggling evilly. But somehow I doubt it, child.

Somehow, I maneuver Ever and myself close enough to Teagan to save her from the shards of death, but not before she takes that one step forward and gets glass in her toes. *sigh* Well, you can't say I didn't try.

So after removing the two tiny shards from her big and second toe, I put a band-aid on to her fierce shouts of "Don't TOUCH!"... followed by apologetic and hopeful cries of "I sowwy mom... S'all bed-der now?" To which of course I say "Do you want me to kiss it".. and of course she does. And of course it feels all "bed-der" after that.



And all this time, Ever just watches and smiles at Teagan... She has no clue what she is in for.

Later, Teagan is messing around on her chair. Apparently, being tired also = having ants in the pants. Except Teagan never wears pants. Anyway, she was wiggling around in her chair at the kitchen table, and every once in awhile would remember that she was eating and would take a sloppy bite of spaghetti. The next thing I know, she has fallen off the FRONT of her chair, cracking her eye on the table on the way down. Hard. Really hard. Like, I'm-crying-so-hard-I-can't-even-breathe hard.
And all I can do is hold her, poor baby! Of course, putting frozen strawberries on it was completely out of the question. Hell, I was lucky to even get a glimpse of the damage the way she was protecting that eye. Can't say I blame her.



After 10-15 minutes of wailing (hey I know it hurt.. but 10-15 minutes worth?) I resorted to bribery. With chapstick. Carmex to be exact. The crying ceased, and we went about our merry ways. After I knew things were cool, I distracted her and took the carmex away, putting it on the counter. We then headed upstairs where we played for awhile with her toys. Suddenly, Teagan was thirsty and told me she'd be "wight back.. stay-eere. I be wwwiiiight back," and headed downstairs for her water. After a bit she came back up, and headed into her room. I should have known something was up. Two year olds never play by themselves willingly... at least without announcing it to the world and getting praised for it!
Carmex... in her hair. Thick too. I'm pretty sure she squeezed the whole damn tube out. Ack. I hate the smell of Carmex. And I hate the look of greasy hair. So off to the tub we go.


After 4 shampooings, nothing. I actually thought it might be even worse. Eesh.
Today, I tried baking soda, a different shampoo, and dishsoap. Nothin'. Good lord what the hell is in that crap?
Finally, I break out the Shaklee. Tada! It comes out! Seriously, that stuff can kick anything. Well, maybe not toddler butt into napping when they are supposed to, but you get the point. At least now I know to go to the Shaklee straight away when the next time change/ sickness/ tooth/ random day of no sleep/ growth spurt/ etc/ etc/ etc. comes around!