Nursery School.

This saying is exactly how I felt the night before sending Scarlett off to her first real day of school. It may seem a bit dramatic and smushy, and I knew that Scarlett would be okay, but it still is the hardest thing to do to trust someone else to look after YOUR baby. So. Hard.

Anyway, so...

Yep, already, Scarlett is a STUDENT.  It feels like three seconds ago I was leaving my job at school to stay home with her and now here she is old enough to attend school.  Crazy.

I mean, it's really crazy, but I know that everyone says that.  It really doesn't seem like time goes by so quickly until you have kids, I think.  They just grow up SO FAST.  And while it is exciting to watch, it is heartbreaking at the same time.

So here we are...nursery school.  I am so proud of Scarlett.  She is ready and excited for school.  Wicked excited!  She has been talking non-stop about her teacher, Mrs. Harding, staying in school by herself, telling her teacher about getting her ears pierced, and packing and re-packing her new horsey backpack for the last couple of weeks. It has been really sweet!

When the moment of truth came, the first day, Scarlett was more than ready!  I was less ready...

It was a bit too early for Miss Poppy!

Flowers for her teacher!

"Mummy, will my shoes grow because they have flowers on them?"  

Ready to go, but I was still snapping away!

We walked in, just the two of us, hung up her bag at her cubby, found her picture card for the plan of the day, and went to the carpet area where the other kids were playing.  I helped her find toys that I knew she'd like (babies, obv.) and said, "Okay, I have to go now.  Are you all set?"  She looked at me and nodded nonchalantly while picking out a prime baby doll.  That's when my eyes started to sting, so I said, "Give me bu-bye love!  I'll see you in a little bit!"  She gave me a hug and kisses and I was dismissed.  There were definitely tears in my eyes as I made a beeline for the door!

It was a looong three hours for me, but I'm sure as we get used to the new schedule, that time will fly!  In the meantime, I had this lady keeping me company:

NINE Months...time for another baby!

Just kidding!  No Baby 3 just yet!  I need to get my baby Poppy love while I still can...then we'll start to think about a third!

Poppy Ballerina turned 9 months on August 2.  Already.  And let's be honest, she's almost 10 months now.  That's how on top of my blogging I have been...!  ;-)  Chiquita needs to sloooow down.  I'm not ready for her to grow up and leave me, too!  I really should consider homeschooling.  Done with all this "flying the coop" thing.  Over it.

Poor baby just started really crawling and has already had her first fall.  She was apparently feeling a bit over-confident when she was furniture standing because she tried to walk, lost her balance, and hit her face on the way down.  So many tears.  :-/

But on a happier note, Poppy is officially a crawler!

I was unloading groceries yesterday evening, when I heard little Poppy chirps, turned around and saw this!  She had been sitting on the living room rug surrounded by enough baby dolls to entertain her while I was busy, but instead, she discovered a new form of entertainment!  My life just became 10x crazier!  

Here is Poppy at 9 months:

Always such a fun, happy baby!!!  At 9 months, Poppy started talking lots!  "Ba ba, da da, pa pa" are her first sounds, but she recently started saying, "ma ma ma."  Yesss!  

Poppy claps, waves, gives kisses (to anyone, but especially to her babies and reflection!), dances and sings, feed herself, and loves to play with her Little People!  

Bananas are a new favorite food and black olives are always a sure thing!  I can't wait until it's officially okay to give her peanut butter and honey...two more months!  

I'm not gonna lie...I am starting to look for 1st birthday outfits and party inspirations!!!  Might as embrace and have fun with the fact that my baby is getting older, even if I do hate it!

...so I never have to live without you.

This is hilarious and seems like a nice, light-hearted way back into blogging:

Happy Tuesday, Friends!