Booty Shakin' and Kindergarten

No, the two subjects are not related except that they both exist in my life.

First, let's talk about Kindergarten. Carter started Kindergarten yesterday. I went with him on his first day and neither one of us cried. I had always imagined that my firstborn would cling to me and I would tearfully peel him off and leave him with his annoyed teacher. In reality I only got a little choked up when I was helping him write his name and I looked at his little hand gripping the pencil and saw the sweet, concentrated look on his face. My kids' hands always get to me. I don't know why. But their little hands always get me choked up - chubby baby hands, messy toddler hands, little hands holding my hands... So sweet.

Anyway, he didn't act nervous at all and seemed ready and excited to start this part of his life. He's such a little smarty, I know he is going to do well.

Now on to the booty part. I only wish but am maybe really thankful that there are no pictures for this part.

Today, I got out of my comfort zone and went to a HipHop Kickboxing class. Now,the whole time I was there I was remembering Karen trying to teach me how to "kick it" and "get down" in our apartment years ago. And then I remembered how I never really got it and was unable to be that comfortable with my feminine self and we only tried that once. If you really want to know the truth, Chad can shimmy better than I can. Now you know the truth even if you didn't want to. And I'm not lying, it's true. And he really has no boobs - not even moobs (man boobs). So anyway, this morning at 5:30 am I found myself listening to an instructor say, "I know your butt is jiggling. It's supposed to jiggle with this move!" Well, listen instructor, first of all it's not just my butt jiggling but pretty much every part of my postpartum self and second of all, I guess I didn't get the memo about the dress code. Let's just say there was bling, chains, and cleavage - lots of cleavage going on up in the front of the room. And then I thought about Karen again. Let's just leave it at that.

Now, I do have to say that I had a blast, got a good workout and the instructor was very encouraging and very nice and I will be there again next Friday bright and early.

I guess I better go buy some chains.

New Back Yard

We moved...again. One block over. It was really fun. I love moving. Yes, I am being sarcastic. So now, we have another fun back yard. This one does not have a pond or a zipline but it has...

a ravine for Carter to explore and get really dirty in... (Never mind that last fall there was a mountain lion hanging out there. I'm trying not to be too paranoid.)

and a swing set... (We bought the baby swing for Eli. And yes, it is pink. They only had pink ones. He's really confident in his masculine self ok?)

and lots of shady trees to keep us cool.