Goat food snacks at school yesterday!

When I got home from work last night I asked my mom how school was for Greta (Greta was off playing and didn't want to tell me herself). She said that Greta told her they had goat food for snacks. Goat food = Frosted Mini Wheats/Spooners. When Greta told her teachers that's what it was they asked if she had goats. "We did at our other house, but not at this one."

Who taught her this?!

Yesterday I asked Greta how she became friends with one of the girls at school.

"Were you both nice to each other?"

"No. She was the most beautiful."

My teacher said....

A little while ago I was having Greta wash up in the restroom. Out of nowhere she said, "I have to ask Grandma where the doll is. My teacher said that one of the girls took the doll home. I have to take it back." I didn't know what she was talking about. The only doll I knew she had brought home was a paper doll she had painted and added yarn for the hair. I asked if that was the doll, and if her teacher wanted to hang it on the wall. "Yes." Ah-ha! I don't know why the teacher didn't just ask Greta where her doll was (her name was written on the back by an adult). Oh well.

Yesterday I was filling out a form for Greta's school. One of the questions was asking about her favorite activities. She told me finger painting, play dough, playing outside, and dress-up. I asked her what she thought Andrea's favorite activity was. My mom interrupted and said "potty!" I laughed. Why? Because it's the truth! Yesterday I came home from work to hear that she had sat on the potty about 25 times. I came home today to a much larger number (from my sister). And it's not us trying to potty train her. She says "po-ee" and we put her on it. Most of the time nothing happens, but she has had very few stinky diapers in a long time. Last night as I was putting the girls to bed Andrea said "po-ee" so I took her. She hadn't been sitting there for long when I heard a little tinkle. Wa-hoo!!!

Lots of exciting things!

Last weekend the girls had a sleepover with their daddy. Saturday they went to a local celebration. I had been out shopping and called to ask Greta which of a couple backpacks she wanted, only to find out that she was getting ready to get her face painted. When I was young and got my face painted it was a small picture (flower, heart, something like that). When they got home that afternoon this was what I saw.





I was shocked. I don't think I had ever seen a face painting like that before, but she loved it. She washed it off herself.





She thought it was good enough.



I did not agree.

This is how Andrea eats muffins if we don't stop her.





Greta's first day of school was Tuesday, September 9. We went to the school the Thursday before for an Open House for her to see her new class and meet her teachers. We stayed about 40 minutes (all the time I had before I had to get the girls back home so I could get to work). Greta cried when we left. School wasn't long enough!

First day of school:





Two days later she thought she had to wear the same school dress. Her grandma helped to convine her to wear a different dress, one that I wore when I was about her age!



And here's Andrea, excited to go to school. She got left behind with me (I can't easily drop her off before work without being late), her grandpa, and her aunt. She wasn't happy.



Two cute girls today after church. Before I got them dressed I thought their dresses were the same color. Oh well.

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho....

Soon Greta will be off to pre-school! She is so excited! I called about a pre-school about a week and a half ago and found out that the school I wanted her to go to was full, but we could be #1 on the waiting list. Yesterday I got a phone call asking if I was still interested. Yes!!! She was upset Sunday that she wasn't going to be starting school like her cousins were on Monday. Last night I talked to her for a long time, telling her that her teacher needs to set up her class so that it was be special and all ready for her. I have a parent orientation to find out more on Tuesday, I just need to remember to let my boss know I need to come in late. Oops.