Last Day of Pre-K

July 10th, 2011 Melanie Posted in Growing Up, Hailey, School Days No Comments »

I don’t know how it happened.  It seems like I was taking this picture of Hailey’s first day of school just last week:

And now all of a sudden the school year is over :-(  And here is Hailey on her last day of pre-k:

She looks so grown up now.  Time is going by too fast.

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Class of 2024

May 13th, 2011 Melanie Posted in Growing Up, Hailey 1 Comment »

A few weeks ago Hailey registered for kindergarten- I can’t believe my little miss is going to kindergarten in the fall.

She posed for a picture before we left for registration.

Then she realized she had spilled milk on her shirt during dinner and had to change her outfit.

All ready to go.

My world :-)

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Hailey’s First Day of School

September 28th, 2010 Melanie Posted in Growing Up, Hailey, School Days 3 Comments »

Yesterday was Hailey’s first day to go to UPK- and she has been so excited to go!  She started about 2 weeks late because we were in Disney World, but she did great!

Having a yummy breakfast before school

She was excited in the morning to go and posed very willingly for pictures.  Here she is showing off the outfit she picked out for the first day.

All ready to go.  She even told me what angles to take pictures of her princess book bag that she was so excited to finally get to use.

A close up shot of the very loved book bag.

Rich and Hailey walking through the parking lot to get to the building her class is in.

Hailey standing by her name where she hangs up her coat and book bag.

Hailey loved her first day of UPK.  When we dropped her off she hung up her things and went right to her teacher and said goodbye very easily to us.  When I asked her about her first day she said she loved it and loved her teacher.  Since Hailey started school late due to our Disney trip she missed seeing the caterpillars that they have been watching, but she did get to see that they had turned into butterflies over the weekend.  Hailey made a “Life Cycle of a Butterfly” book and told me her favorite thing she did today was to paint a caterpillar (a paper towel tube).  She was very excited that she was the line leader today. She wasn’t all that thrilled with snack- grapes and apples but said there was cheese too which she did like. When I asked her how she felt on her first day she told me, “Kind of good and excited!”  Hailey had a great first day and can’t wait to go back!

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The Green, Green Grass of Home

June 16th, 2010 Melanie Posted in Growing Up, Hailey 1 Comment »

by Erma Bombeck

When Mike was 2, he wanted a sandbox, and his father said:
“There goes the yard. We’ll have kids over here day and
night, and they’ll throw sand into the flower beds, and cats
will make a mess in it, and it’ll kill the grass for sure.”
And Mike’s mother said, “It’ll come back.”

When Mike was 5, he wanted a jungle gym set with swings that
would take his breath away and bars to take him to the summit,
and his father said: “Good grief, I’ve seen those things in
back yards, and do you know what they look like? Mud holes in
a pasture. Kids digging their gym shoes in the ground. It’ll
kill the grass.”
And Mike’s mother said, “It’ll come back.”

Between breaths, when Daddy was blowing up the plastic swimming
pool, he warned: “You know what they’re going to do to this
place? They’re going to condemn it and use it for a missile site.
I hope you know what you’re doing. They’ll track water everywhere
and have a million water fights, and you won’t be able to take
out the garbage without stepping in mud up to your neck. When we
take this down, we’ll have the only brown lawn on the block.”
“It’ll come back,” Mike’s mother said.

When Mike was 12, he volunteered his yard for a camp out. As they
hoisted the tents and drove in the spikes, his father stood at the
window and observed, “Why don’t I just put the grass seed out in
cereal bowls for the birds and save myself the trouble of spreading
it around? You know for a fact that those tents and all those big
feet are going to trample down every single blade of grass, don’t
you. Don’t bother to answer. I know what you’re going to say.
‘It’ll come back.’”

The basketball hoop on the side of the garage attracted more crowds
than the Olympics. And a small patch of lawn that started out with
a barren spot the size of a garbage can lid soon drew to encompass
the entire side yard.

Just when it looked as if the new seed might take root, the winter
came and the sled runners beat it into ridges. Mike’s father shook
his head and said, “I never asked for much in this life – only a
patch of grass.”
And his wife smiled and said, “It’ll come back.”

The lawn this fall was beautiful. It was green and alive and
rolled out like a sponge carpet along the drive where gym shoes had
trod … along the garage where bicycles used to fall … and
around the flower beds where little boys used to dig with
iced-tea spoons.

But Mike’s father never saw it. He anxiously looked beyond the
yard and asked with a catch in his voice, “he will come back,
won’t he?”

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