Kate is a First Grader

Kate is a First Grader. Now to most people this is cute. To Kate this is very very important. She is a big girl! She is a First Grader! She is NOT a baby anymore, she is a big girl that can do things, if you use your asking, in First Grader form. "Kate, you need to take this medicine" Kate turns away... "Kate, you're a First Grader now! First Graders take their medicine when their Mommy asks them to" proceeds to take medicine. THEN prances the First Grader walk. Any praise for being a big girl, goes further than anything.

Over the weekend my husband and I escaped for an overnight date night. My daughter Maria came home to stay with her sisters. When I told Kate she was having a sisters fun night, because she is now a First Grader, she was thrilled. They watched movies, ate junk and enjoyed each other. They let her stay up an extra two hours. It was a great night of my dreams for them.

It's the very simple things that make life enjoyable. It's the hugs and kisses, seeing all our girls blossoming at the age they are at. It's the laughter! I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Heading into Fall is my favorite time of year. This year is especially special because of all the hard work we have put into our livingroom. A little more paint and the new furniture will almost complete it. We are putting in hardwood flooring in the next couple months. Trinity is moving into Maria's old room and Kate will have her own room. Pinterest has been so helpful with designs of what will work in her DS/ASD world. Lighting and comfort is the main goal. The main thing is that I'm not worried, because Kate is a First Grader and a big girl now!😘

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