Ready for the party

I’ve noticed over the last few weeks that when I pick Caroline up from school she isn’t in quite the same condition as when I drop her off in the morning. Inevitably, the pigtails with bows are gone and her hair is wild, clothes are usually stained by something of unknown substance and/or origin, and today she had her shoes on the wrong feet with one sock on and one sock off.

I’m sending my girl to school for the learning, but apparently she’s there to party.

That apple did not fall far from the tree.

Last year she went to an Episcopal school and it would appear that the Episcopalians may take their preschooling a little more seriously than the Methodists. Those Episcopals would have moved heaven and earth to make sure that no candy passed through the lips of my child during school hours, while the Methodists are bribing the class with gummy worms to get them to be quiet during naptime. I guess it’s just a good thing we didn’t choose a non-denominational preschool…who knows what kind of chaos would ensue?

In other news, Gulley told me today that her Mama had gone shopping with Nena. They were in the dressing room when Nena came out in a dress and exclaimed, “Well just look at me, I’m a vision in beige”.

Last, but not least, the little one and I are headed out for a road trip with Mimi and Bops this weekend. We’re going to Beaumont to see my Nanny and also see Bop’s side of the family. This will be Caroline’s first trip to Beaumont and I am so excited that she’ll get to see the people that are such a part of who I am.

Now that I’m almost there, I’m so homesick for my Nanny’s house that I can close my eyes and smell the way it always smells. I spent as much time at her house growing up as I did my own and I can’t wait to walk through the front door.

We’ll also spend time with Bop’s family. Caroline has no idea what she’s in for, but she will be hugged and kissed until she can’t see straight. One of my earliest memories is being at my great Aunt Mamie’s house and having to make the rounds and kiss 48 powdered, wrinkled cheeks before we could leave. I can’t wait for Caroline to have that same experience. She thinks those Methodists know how to party, but she hasn’t seen anything yet.

I’ll be back on Monday with some stories, I guarantee it.

Have a great weekend!