Seven. Months. Later.

Dear Nathalie,

So, maybe it's been too long. Maybe I left out a whole bunch of amazing things that happened over the past seven months. But I assure you, I've been BUSY.

Starting in August, I had a million and a half things to accomplish before the end of the year:

1. My store was remodeled and I had to help my team move in and re-open! That was LOTS of work.

2. You started 2nd grade. SECOND.

3. Bridal shower!!! We had a bridal shower to go to and MOMMY was the BRIDE!

4. The Wedding!!!!!! Mommy and Daddy had their wedding in October and it was amazing! We're officially and official family!

5. Holiday Season at the mall. Mommy's job sucks sometimes. Let's leave it at that.

6. Girl Scouts started. You, my dear, are a Brownie.

7. Semi Annual Sale rolls around right after the holiday rush....see number 5.

Finally, mommy can breathe.

I'll post some pictures below, just so you have a visual of all that's gone on since June too.....but I'm excited to write about my new adventure.....Mommy is your Brownie Troop's Cookie Chair!

That means that I'm in charge of helping your Troop with Cookie Sales this year. All of you are first year Girl Scouts and most of the moms are first year as well....so this should be interesting. Wish me luck and hopefully, we have a kick ass cookie season!!

Remember, dear Nathalie, I may go a long time between letters, but I always come back.

Cheers to 2014!

Love,

Mom

Mommy's New Store!!!

First Day of Second Grade!

Fun in Carlsbad....

You're a Brownie!

Mommy's Bridal Shower

Cheers!

Helping with Thanksgiving Dinner

Christmas with your Cousins!

Mommy has a lot of work ahead of her!

Comments

First Grade is Over

Dear Nathalie, You did it. You broke my heart. Today is the last day of 1st grade and I really thought I'd handle it well. I had you stand at the door and took your photo. You know, so I could compare your first day with your last day. I drove you to school, dropped you off. Everything. Was. Fine. Then I got home. I pulled up my handy "Instacollage" app, pulled your first day photo and your last day photo into the fancy frame and WHAMMO! Instant tears. You have grown SO much in this past school year. Not only are you TALLER, but you have developed such a sharp wit. You're smart. You're a critical thinker. You're reading like crazy. And I'm so proud. And heartbroken. It's such a joy to watch you grow and really, that's what it's all about. Raising our children so they can become good people and contribute to the world around them in positive ways. And I know you'll do just that. But it hurts to think back to those days where you were s

The things we do for our children.

Dear Nathalie, Your Wizard of Oz play is this evening. My plan was to drop you off and run a few errands before the play started. I was informed by your teacher that it would be wise to head over and get in line for a seat. So, here I am. I've been sitting here for close to half an hour already. On the floor. Of an elementary school hallway. It's incredibly uncomfortable and in the end, I'm almost certain that I won't even really be able to see you anyway. But, you've been working hard for this play. And even though you wanted to be Dorothy, in your mind "Oz Person" is just as sweet a role. I caught a sneak peek of you in costume heading to the stage with your friends. You look about as adorable as I expected. Break a leg kiddo. Meanwhile, I'll break my back here on the floor. Love, Mom

Dinner for One

Dear Nathalie, It is just about 7:30 on a Thursday evening. We, your family, all sat down to eat dinner at around 6:30. As you can see from the picture, this is yet another instance in which you have found yourself alone at the dinner table. I have to say, I was a slow eater as a child. I would talk and talk and talk through dinner, telling stories of my day or just jabbering on about nonsense. I found myself alone at the table a lot too....but I eventually grew out of that. I get frustrated with you throughout our meals. If someone were to walk by the house, they would undoubtedly here me yelling, "Nathalie, eat your FOOD." There comes a point when I just have to get up from the table. Sometimes Ron will sit there with you. Sometimes he won't. You just don't seem to change your routine. I can't remember the last time we sat down for a meal and you didn't drop your fork. Or a time when you had to get a spoon instead. Or needed to do just

Dear Nathalie, Love Mom

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