Sugar and spice and everything
nice, that's what little girls are made of, right? Uh....not if you ask anyone
who has one. :)
My name is Kellie and I play mom to
an incredibly spunky, smart, and independent tiny human named Raelee Grace. As
a side note, I am also a new wife, personal trainer, and somewhat of an
aspiring singer. By aspiring I mean I love to do it but feel like I might
throw up if anyone throws a solo my way.
I became a mom at 19 years old.
Everything seemed pretty easy until we hit the infamous age of three.
Terrible twos got ya worried? Juuuuuust wait. (insert evil laugh here)
Age three had some great memories
but most of them involved me sobbing uncontrollably on the phone with my mom
yelling "Please come help me!!" It was an adventure for sure.
Once we got the potty training down, I feel like things started to turn
around. My three-nager did however become a four-nager, so I didn't
completely escape.
We started pre k this year
(and I say WE because school involves about 70% of parental involvement in 3-5
activities per week) and it's been great! I really can't believe how much
Raelee has learned in such a short amount of time.
I'm one of those people who
seriously sucks at teaching my kid anything. I lack patience..a lot of
it.. I have great intentions but thank the Lord for qualified professionals who
willingly lock themselves in a room with forty tiny humans and teach them
things.
Thank. The. Lord.
I was so excited to be the
"fun young mom" of pre k. My fantasy was a bit blurred though.
I've turned out to be more of the sloppy, sleepy, consistently late, but
super loving mom. That last part counts for a lot, right?? I look around
at some of the other moms bringing their kids in the door and some of them have
two in a stroller, one on the hip, and two walking into classrooms and the mom
has her hair down and fixed, makeup on, and she's wearing JEANS. Jeans?!
Who does that?!!
We're lucky if we can sprint
through the front doors of the school before the 8:15 bell and when that
happens I'm wearing the sweatpants I wore to bed the night before and a messy
bun on top of my head with lines from my pillow on my face in place of makeup.
I try so hard.
The MOST important part of my
morning is to get the tiny person out of bed, help her get dressed, complete
all her morning routine rituals, eat a good breakfast, and be in the car with a
smile on her face before 8:00. However, between the hairstyle meltdowns
because she wanted an Elsa braid and I did a low bun, the alligator tears
because we're out of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or the always fun argument about
what jacket she is going to wear to school because all her friends will HATE
the somewhat expensive Gap hoodie that I just thought was so adorable when I
bought it. No. She has to wear the jean jacket because it matches
her friend Alyssa. (insert rolling eyes here)
In summary, pre k has
definitely proven to have its share of laughs and tears and we aren't
even halfway through the year.
Follow me on my journey of trying
to be the Pinterest savvy, creative, always on time and always over
achieving mom that I aspire to be. This will not happen, but we can have
some laughs along the way while I try. ;)
