Speaking of swim trunks, we are soon going to be here:
Goals for the week: get a tan to burn my acne off, get a tan to not look like I have jaundice, and drink cocktails with my family so we all seem funny. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna play with the kids a lot too. When I'm not tanning and cocktail drinking.
I signed Tyler up for preschool for next year. I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT! Regan will attend kindergarten registration in a few weeks. This means next year, for the first time in almost 6 years, I will have 8 glorious hours a week all to myself. Sweet love above, I can't even imagine what I will do. Meditate, knit, sing hymnals? The possibilities are endless, really.
I helped judge the varsity and competitive teams at a near-by high school. Those girls were amazing. And wore really, really short shorts. Overall, yet another event that made me sort of terrified/excited to have my very own teenage daughter. Neat.
Regan started softball last week. Her team is the Cowgirls. So far, she has shown lots of interest and great promise. She loves trying new things and is never scared to join a new team. She even knew how to hit the ball, which put her about 20 levels above mama right from the beginning. Thank the good Lord above daddy is athletic. And smart.
Regan also had her parent/teacher conference this week. Perfect review. Her teachers love her. She in turn, only cries a little each day before school and begs not to go. So, I'd say the balance of love is just a wee bit off balance, but once the day is done, she admits she survived and had a bit of fun along the way. Girl is funny. She says she thinks she needs to be in a class "only for fast learners cause all we do is color and sing."It's preschool, kid. What'd you expect, calculus? We got ice cream to celebrate her high marks regardless.
We have been to the zoo a few times in the past couple weeks because it's spring, and it just feels like a nice springy thing to do. The kids LOVE the zoo. I'm pretty sure they connect better with animals than I do. You know, 'cause they have hearts, and I in fact do not. I really do try to enjoy animals. I know that other people stereotype people like me as potential serial killers. I just don't enjoy them. But, the kids do, and I am glad for that.
We've only had a few playdates lately because we Ralstins really manage our time well and have decided to have a garage sale, go to three different sport practices a week, sell our house and go on vacation. That's just this month, were talkin'! But, we have squeezed a few friend days in, and I love seeing my babies with their little buddies. That's what Tyler calls friends. Buddies. Have I mentioned he's cute?
The kids have really been into finding four leaf clovers. She says they're lucky. I personally don't believe in luck but haven't told her this yet. I do know that when we are looking, I often want to give up looking far before either one of the babies does. So, I try to stay focused, just to see how long they will. They beat me every time. Determined little things. Regan will say, "There's gotta be at least one lucky one, mama, we'll find it." She teaches me more than she will ever know.