{FAMILY} 9 Reasons Why 9 Is Going To Be The Best Age

I’m going to preface this by saying that every age seems to be the best age – especially with your first child. Every time my oldest has a birthday, I quietly wish that time would stop. I don’t want her to get any older, this year was the best age ever – I think to myself. And every year, it seems to only get better.

Best Age

Yes, the level of sass seems to grow faster than her feet. But with the added sass comes so many other wonderful qualities in my daughter. Here are 9 reasons why I think this new age – the age of 9 – is going the best age (yet):

1) Goodbye booster seat! One less piece of equipment taking up space in my car. No more worrying about carrying along a booster when taking cabs or planes or riding with friends. One down, two to go!

2) Still mom’s biggest fan. She may be too cool to kiss me goodbye at school, but she still looks up to me and values my opinion. She loves spending mother-daughter time together and openly looks up to me. I’m going to soak it up while I can cause I know this one will fade as she becomes a preteen.

3) She’s developing her own personality. She’s funny, creative and kind. She’s at an age where she does what she wants – and thankfully (so far), she makes the right decisions.

4) We can hang out. Like, for real. We can go out for lunch, go for pedis, or enjoy a day of shopping, and I don’t have to worry about bringing a diaper bag full of tricks, interfering with nap times or competing with friends. She loves hanging out with me, and I cherish every moment we spend together.

5) She listens (well, most of the time). When I give her advice, she listens. She trusts my instincts, opinions and experiences, and values my input.

6) She tells me her secrets. It does take a little prying sometimes, but I’m doing my best to establish a trusting relationship with my daughter. It can sometimes take a lot of work, but I know establishing trust is vital as she approaches her teen years.

7)  She’s becoming her own individual person. When they’re younger we decide how they dress. We often create miniature versions of ourselves, dressing them up in clothes we love. But now that she’s older with her own personality, she’s developing her own style (with my gentle guidance of course).

8) She has her own interests. Until now, I’ve taken the lead on the selection of her extracurricular activities (with her input on new things she’d like to try). This year, I’m shifting gears. I think she’s now tried enough of a variety of activities so I’m letting her take the lead in making the picks for next year.

9) She still believes. While she’s proven to be her own person, she still maintains that childhood innocence – and this may be the last year. She still believes in the tooth fairy and Santa, but she asks a lot of questions. I fear for the moment that she realizes the truth, and savour the moments of magic while they’re still here.

{FAMILY} How I Got My Groove Back After Baby

Bringing a new baby into the world can be a beautiful, life-changing, monumental occasion – whether it’s the first, or the third time around. But the thing about having a baby is that it can also be all-consuming. Recovery from childbirth, adjusting to new routines, and surviving an insurmountable lack of sleep amongst the chaos that comes with caring for a new little human being can be overwhelming.

Your life gets turned upside down, and before you know it, a year has flashed before your eyes and you feel like you have nothing to show for it but the bags under your eyes and the remnant mama’s bits of what used to be your slammin’ bod.

But there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and for me, that dim little shimmer of light that sat so far in the distance has finally come to fruition, and I’m ready to let that bright light shine.

working mom

With my previous children, I had always had the comfort of  job security when I was ready to return to work. But the third time around was different for me because I chose to work for myself. I didn’t know if the work would come when I was ready to work, and that terrified me.

Because of my fear of the unknown, I didn’t really ever stop working when baby #3 arrived. From the week she was born I was working on side projects, attending networking events and submitting proposals, eager to develop a small roster of potential clientele for when I was ready to dive back into the working world.

All the while, I didn’t let myself stress too much about what the future might or might not bring. I made sure to take time out to enjoy the little things – like the week I spent with my family soaking up this amazing view, completely unplugged.

working mom

But probably the most important thing that I did to get myself out of the post-newborn funk – my secret sauce to getting my groove back, was taking some time out for myself – to remind myself of who I am (and have always been) on the inside. To remember that I’m more than “just a mom”.

And as I explored my interests, took some time to reflect, and allowed myself to live a little outside of my comfort zone, opportunities began to unfold around me, and my dreams began to become my reality.

I’ve just returned to my adult ballet classes (after over a year and a half off). I’m still writing my newspaper column (one of my life-long dreams), and have recently completed some other pieces for print publications, and I’ve taken on some fantastic new clients through my business.

I feel like I’m back to being me – being BEE. I’ve finally got my groove back.

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{FAMILY} First Day of Kindergarten (Round 2)

No matter how hard I try, it’s simply impossible for me not to compare my second child’s first experiences with those of my firstborn. Because when you experience something brand new for the first time – especially those bittersweet monumental childhood milestones – the memories of those very first experiences stick with you. They tuck themselves in your back pocket like little reminder notes, and you just can’t toss them away.

But that doesn’t mean that experiencing those moments with the children that follow are any less significant, or anything the same. My second born and only son started Kindergarten today, and it was equally as monumental, emotional and memorable a milestone as when his sister took the leap into the world of school-aged childhood.

I was just as nervous as I was for Emma’s first day of Kindergarten. I couldn’t sleep the night before – tossing and turning, my mind racing with worrisome thoughts of how his first day would go.

After his less-than-successful Kindergarten orientation, I feared the worst. I prepared myself for tears and persuasive talks and sideways glances from the unfamiliar faces of new parents. I imagined holding my youngest under my arm – kicking and screaming – while I attempted to coax my little guy into his new classroom.

I had countless talks with my son about his first day. I walked him through the steps of how his first day would go, led him through the school on practice visits, and even promised a treat if the day went well.

And you know what? He nailed it.


My little guy walked right into the classroom, gave me a confident wave goodbye, and sat right down on the mat as directed by his new teacher. He watched intently as she read him a story, and a wide grin spread across his face. I was so proud of him that tears welled up in my eyes. My sweet little boy had done it. He had willingly and enthusiastically stepped across the threshold between nervous little child to confident big boy Kindergartener, and my heart was full.

Two down, one to go…



Swimming Lessons: Overcoming Failure

Swimming lessons are not optional for my kids. With a rushing river steps from our door, and regular family outings on our boat, learning the life skill is mandatory for the kids in our household. Unfortunately, what I thought would be a quick and easy accomplishment for my firstborn, has become a seven year battle.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again…or take a break and try again in a few years?

In the beginning, swimming lessons were fun for my oldest. When she was 6 months old, a group of my mommy group friends and I signed up for Mommy and Me swimming classes. Each class, my girl splashed and giggled with enthusiasm, her sparkling eyes begging for me to dunk her head under the water again and again. Unfortunately when she was 1, I returned to my full-time job and found it difficult to keep up with the lessons, so I put them on hold.

We did our best to take her swimming regularly, but our visits to the pool were few and far between. When she was 3, I decided it was time to start up the lessons once more. Unfortunately, her love for water had dissolved, and the lessons were everything but enjoyable for her. She failed Tiny Tots 1 – the entry-level swimming stage. I enrolled her again, and again she failed. After 6 failed sessions, I decided to give her another break. Why beat a dead horse? She’ll come around eventually.


With the arrival of our second child and two busy careers, swimming lessons were on our minds but fell by the wayside. Again, we did our best to take our kids swimming, and while they loved to splash and play in the shallow end of the pool, both children refused to submerge their faces in the water.

This past Fall, I registered both kids in Tiny Tots 1 together, hoping that my oldest would find motivation in helping her little brother. And with determination and a lot of assistance from her instructor, she passed. She was proud of herself, and I felt a huge sense of relief. My big girl was finally learning how to swim.

Drive, determination…and heartbreak.

With the pending arrival of baby #3, I again chose to give my girl a break from lessons.

With the approach of Summer, her friends began inviting her to pool parties, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was more than behind in her swimming skills. Her classmates were all doing cannon balls in the pool, practicing hand stands and wooshing down waterslides on their bellies, while my girl watched enviously from the sidelines in her swim vest. “I want to learn to swim like them mommy, I feel so embarrassed that I’ve only passed Tiny Tots 1 and have to wear a vest” she said to me one day, and I knew it was time to re-enroll her in lessons.

Now 7, my girl is too old to continue with the Tiny Tots sessions, so I enrolled her in Stage 1 lessons – the first level for school-aged children. I promised that she would catch up quickly, as the class was 5 days a week. She was excited to get started, and showed up for her first lesson grinning from ear to ear.

She jumped into the pool with her fellow swimmers, and awaited the first command from her instructor. “Ok kids, front crawl to the end of the pool and then dolphin swim on the way back. And GO!” Immediately, the kids dove in facedown, and splashed across the pool like a school of fish. My girl, who had just finally dunked her head in the water for the first time in her last class (nose plugged with her fingers), looked at the instructor in awe. “C’mon, let’s go!” the instructor persisted.

My girl began splashing and flailing her arms around as she waded across the pool. She tried to put her face in like the other kids, but each dunk resulted in a nose full of chlorinated water. She hadn’t yet learned how to breath underwater without plugging her nose.

Gasping and choking, she just kept trying. My heart sunk and my eyes began to well up as I watched my little girl try and try again.

And then it got worse…

As she approached the pool’s edge, a boy kicked off and his foot hit her square in the face. Already humiliated, my girl pursed her lips and tried her hardest to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She glanced over at me, and her face fell as sobs forced their way through her tiny pout. But she still didn’t give up.

It took everything I had to resist the urge to scoop her up out of the pool into my arms, but I wanted to let her decide when she was done – she was just so determined. So I watched wide eyed, my heart racing and my throat choked up with empathy for my baby girl.

From failing to winning, and what finally worked.

When class was over she rushed into my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. I hugged her tightly and told her how proud I was of her for trying so hard and doing her best. I promised that she wouldn’t have to return to that class, and that I would find a more suitable option for her. After a lengthy discussion with the head lifeguard (who explained that although it was indeed the beginner level for school-aged children, my daughter had happened to land in a class where all the children had completed all 4 levels of the Tiny Tots sessions and they just happened to be a more advanced group), I made the decision to pay the additional fees for private lessons.

Although the cost was almost triple that of the regular swimming lessons, private lessons seemed to be our only option. But costs aside, it has been totally worth it.

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After one session, my girl was bobbing under water without plugging her nose. Now five sessions in, she’s swimming on her back unassisted, dunking for rings without hesitation, and approaching the ability to do a proper front crawl. She’s actually learning how to swim, and more importantly, she’s loving every minute of it.

Signing her up for private swimming lessons was the best decision for my girl, and I’m so happy that I did it. Fingers crossed that my next two little ones will love the water from the beginning, but I’m also going to make more of an effort to enroll them in lessons earlier, and to keep it up regardless of the obstacles that might be in my way.

The Evolution of Play Dates

As I move through the weeks of my pregnancy, I’ve been reminiscing about life with a baby and all that it entails. And through my walks down memory lane, I’ve realized something: Gone are the days when play dates were all about the moms.

I remember being a first-time mom with a newborn. The highlight of each week was my Wednesday play dates with my mommy group (also known as “newborns slept in a row in their car seats while we snacked, sipped wine and vented about our husbands and babies”). Back then, “play date” was code for “girl time”, and we made it a priority to keep them regularly – both to keep in touch, and to keep our sanity. Truth be told: they weren’t about the kids at all, they were more like play dates for moms.

Play Date

Umm mommy? Can I play too?

Now that my eldest child is in school, I’ve noticed a huge shift in the meaning of “play date”. It’s not longer about me and valuable time with my mommy friends. Now it’s about the kids, and they actually play together. And  I have to be honest with you, I’m a little jealous.

Today a play date means taking another child home with you after school. It means giving your child and their friend(s) some snacks, and leaving them to play while you sit and watch longingly from the sidelines. The moms no longer come along and hang out, drink wine and vent with you, because nowadays, “play dates” have become code for “time for your kids to hang out with their friends”, or sometimes, “free child care”.

I’m not complaining, I think play dates are great. But I miss that quality mom-on-mom time when play dates were used as an excuse to get together.

I know that the evolution of play dates hasn’t come to an end yet. As my kids grow older, they’ll go out with their friends, and I’ll be left to sit at home, waiting anxiously for their safe return. Eventually, I may not even know the friends, or even the friends’ moms for that matter.

With a new baby on the way, I look forward to returning to the old (and selfish) way of  hosting play dates. The ones that are all about the moms.

I guess one of the benefits to having another child is the delay in realizing that your kids will grow up, move on, and no longer need you in the same way.



5 Things Our Tooth Fairy Will NOT Be Doing

I have a feeling I’m going to despise the Tooth Fairy when my six year-old’s first tooth wiggles free from its roots. I’ve been dreading the day, and have already suffered the wrath of the over-achieving parents whose children brag of their wads of cash and delicately-sewn tooth pillows, and coloured water changed by the visit from rainbow-coloured dental nymphs.

You know what will happen next? Those Elf on the Shelf creators will come up with a Tooth Fairy version of the money-sucking (patience-sucking) phenomenon. Suddenly everyone will have untouchable fairies perched on their mantles, watching their Kindergarteners, year-round! Or has this already been invented?

I’ve been fortunate so far. My girl is the very last six-year-old in her world who hasn’t lost a tooth. While she wiggles her pearly whites daily, and begs to eat whole apples in hopes of them advancing the natural tooth loss process, I wince at the thought of one of those suckers breaking loose, opening up a new can of who’s-the-best-and-most-creative-mom-in-the-world worms. An unspoken competition that, frankly, I don’t care to participate in.

Whatever happened to: tooth falls out. Tooth goes under pillow (naked, unwashed). Child wakes to find a quarter under pillow. The end.

In honour of my disdain for the Tooth Fairy and all that she represents for busy, non cash-carrying, non-DIY moms like myself, here are five things our Tooth Fairy will NOT be doing in our house:

1) Look at this adorable Tooth Fairy package – including hand-folded dollar bills, sparkles, coins, and a nice long mini letter from the fairy herself. The post even includes a link to a Youtube video where you can learn to fold bills into cute little baskets as shown below!


Sweet! But here’s why this won’t be happening in my house: 1) Bills? No. My children will be getting coins. (Note: here in Canada, we don’t have bills smaller than $5). 2) Folding that requires a Youtube lesson. I don’t do DIYs, I’m out. 3) Hand-written note. I do like to think of myself as a bit of a wordsmith, but what could the Tooth Fairy possibly have to say? Did you see how long the letter in the post was? What more is there to say than “Got your tooth, here’s some cash.”

2) A Tooth Fairy Mouse. How adorable. Except a) it costs over $20, and b) what does a mouse have to do with a fairy or a tooth? Not seeing the connect peeps.


3) Please, for the love of mom, tell me you don’t actually go to the extent of dressing up as the Tooth Fairy. Just. Don’t.


4) Hey, look guys! An easy DIY – Tooth Fairy money. Um, what?


I actually think this is kind of cute to be honest. But think about it, you have to spray the (again, bills!?), let them dry, tuck them under the pillow (hello unnecessary load of laundry – and have you ever tried to wash glitter out of fabric?). Then if the cash somehow landed in my husband’s wallet and he pulled out a glittery bill? Well let’s just say he’d be less than impressed.

5) And this one is definitely a will-never-do in my house. If you’ve been following my blog for awhile, you know about my hate-on for lunch making. Check out these adorable little Tooth Fairy bento lunches:


Do these moms realize that kids have approximately 20 teeth to lose? That’s a whole lotta folded bill baskets, mousy pouches, costume wears, sparkly bills, and bento lunches, don’t you think?

What does your Tooth Fairy do, and how much does she pay?

The Lowdown On Literacy – Teaching Your Child How To Read

Reading Quote

When my girl entered Kindergarten, I knew that part of the curriculum would include learning to read. But what I didn’t realize, was that her progress would be heavily reliant on the participation of her parents – that it would be our job to guide her through the tedious process of learning the life skill that is reading.

At first the thought of my little girl learning to read on her own was exhilarating. My daydreams were filled with visions of her sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass under an old elm tree, holding a classic storybook daintily in her hands. Spending hours lost in her own world of imagination – swirling down the tunnels of Alice in Wonderland, chasing the little white rabbit and celebrating unbirthdays. Lost in the stories of Anne of Green Gables, quoting and re-enacting the verses of The Lady of Shallot like Anne Shirley.

>But so far, I have to confess, teaching my girl to read has been…less than exotic.

When we sat down to tackle our first read, she came well-equipped with the sound that each letter makes, and how some letters make different sounds when read together. But the challenge with our oh-so-complicated language, is that we have so many silent letters, inexplicable rules, and seemingly nonsensical spellings, that it’s next to impossible to explain it all to a 6-year-old’s inquisitive mind.

I thought that this would be the one time that my Degree in English Literature, and years of experience as an ESL teacher would come in handy, but there is no skill that can prepare you for this milestone.

In the beginning I was patient. “Sound it out” I would coax in a motherly tone. “Good try honey, very close, try again” I would say between gritted teeth. Not only is our language a tricky one to master, but navigating through the rough waters of a frustrated 6-year-old’s temper is even tougher. “Tuh-oh-uh-guh-huh-eh-er?” – “No honey, -ou makes the sound -ow, and -gh sounds like -fff, and -er together is -ur.” What the eff, right?

And once Summer hits, us parents are on our own. No more skipping the odd nighttime reading, knowing that the content will be covered in class the next morning. No my friends, we are left to fend for ourselves.

Thankfully, the BC Library Association and our local public library have developed a Summer Reading Club – one that encourages early readers to read one book a day, and gives them milestones to reach, weekly gifts, games and resources, and a prize (they can choose between a trophy and a new book) for reading every night for the duration of the Summer. Motivation for the kids, and ammo for us parents.

My girl has now completed 5 weeks of the Summer Reading Club, and only has 2 weeks to go. She has become a more confident and skilled reader, and I have become a more patient parent!

Check out the great Tips For Parents page on the Summer Reading Club website, and don’t give up frustrated mamas and papas, I promise it gets easier!

Have you been having a hard time teaching your little ones how to read? Do you have any other tips for making it easier for us parents?

Summer Conundrum

Boom! The first year of school has come and gone, and my baby girl has transformed from a curious, inquisitive little girl, to a witty, confident big girl.
First and last day of Kindergarten
Kindergarten is a big milestone, and I’ve learned so much in the past year.
I remember feeling so anxious on her first day of Kindergarten. Would she adjust well in her new environment? Would she pick the right friends and make smart decisions when faced with school-aged challenges? Would she be exposed to the cruel reality of Kindergarten bullying?
She has undergone a beautiful transformation. She has emerged from her cocoon of toddler innocence and has become a beautiful butterfly. She’s become independent, confident, eager to spread her wings and fly.
Now that her first year of school has come to a close, I realize that it’s not only her who has undergone a tranformation, but also me. I’ve entered a new stage of parenthood. It’s no longer just about sleep issues, and potty training challenges. There’s a whole new list of challenges and learnings at this stage of childhood development (and I’m sure this is the case the whole way through!).

And now I’m faced with a new milestone/challenge: Summer Holidays.

When I had made the decision to transition from full-time corporate career mommy to part-time WAHM (work at home mom), I had reviewed my budgets to confirm that I could survive on a significantly lower salary, and the numbers seemed to add up.
What I hadn’t accounted for was the additional costs that come with Summer Camps.
While I was saving a good chunk of change by no longer having to pay for before and after school care, I wasn’t planning on the fortune I’d be spending on Summer programs for my girl. I had considered keeping her home with me full time for the Summer, but as many of you WAHMs know, it is next to impossible to complete a full work day with an active little one in the room.
I Google’d like crazy searching for fun and engaging programs around my area. Art camps, dance camps, soccer camps, biking camps, swim camps, the list went on and on. How does one choose!? I tried to leave it up to my girl but she wasn’t thrilled about the thought of Summer camp in general so she was no help.
After agonizing over my options (and the costs associated with each option), I settled on a great Summer program at a local community centre. Their schedule of activities included a range of exciting adventures, including visits to the Aquarium, water parks, scavenger hunts, hikes, picnics and so much more. I signed my girl up for 3 days a week, and can’t wait for her to embark on this new journey.
Because my tiny dancer has been so consumed with her desire to try a new form of dance, I’ve also signed her up for a one-week Summer dance program which will allow her to try every dance style – Irish, Jazz, Tap, Lyrical…it was a little more expensive, but should be a great addition to her Summer activities. 

My little ballerina on her last day of ballet

The programs are all booked (almost $1,500 later, ouch!) and I feel as though I’ve survived my first year of the Summer conundrum: Summer camp selection. We’re all set and ready to leap into the Summer sun!

What are your plans for the Summer? Have you found a great Summer program for your kids?

First Day of Kindergarten

She woke up with a worried look on her face. “Do I go to Kindergarten today mommy?” she asked hesitantly. All week she had been excited about the big day, but when the day was finally here, she was nervous.
As she put on her new back-to-school outfit, I told her about all of the exciting things she would learn this year. “I already know everything mommy, there’s nothing more for me to learn”, she proclaimed confidently. “Oh just you wait and see”, I responded.
Before we climbed into the car, I snapped a few shots to mark the momentous occasion:
 After the mini photo shoot, reality set in. She grew anxious and began to walk away from me, quickening her pace as she hurried down the driveway away from the car. “I don’t want to go to Kindergarten mommy, not today”, I heard her mutter as she distanced herself from us.
Reassuringly, I grabbed her hand. “We’ll go together ok sweetie?” I said as I led her back to the car. “Mommy and daddy will be with you every step of the way.”
I saw her eyes widen as we pulled up outside the school. Children of all ages hurried towards the building, and giggles and chatter filled the air. She tugged my hand as we strolled towards the front door.
The classroom was packed with nervous 5 year olds, and even more nervous parents. Some of the parents were looking around intently as they cooed their children, crooked smiles on their faces. A group of moms began sobbing uncontrollably, hugging each other as if they had just lost a loved one. Another group of parents (including myself) huddled in a corner with iPhones and cameras in hand, quietly snapping shots like the paparazzi.
My girl was very excited to discover that two of her friends were in her class, and she quickly settled in and waved goodbye. When we picked her up an hour later, she wore a huge smile on her face, rushing through stories about her new class, and excited to return the next day.
I knew it wouldn’t be as hard as I had anticipated, and now that the first day has passed, I take comfort in knowing that she’s ready, she loves it, and she’ll thrive in her new environment.
Off to class on day 2
And so we begin a new chapter in the book of parenthood…


Kinder-Pardon (Part 2): Prep Mode

My baby girl starts Kindergarten in just under 2 weeks, and this mama is (still) freaking out. The Kindergarten orientation experience was overwhelming enough for me, but with the approach of this milestone so close, I’m doing my best to come to terms with this momentous occasion. Here are the steps I’ve taken so far to ease myself into this big transition:
Step 1: Update lunch boxes and food containers. A task that I thought would be fun, quickly became the bane of my existence. I have loathed the dreaded l-word for some time now, and fishing through a sea of multi-sized tupperware on a nightly basis has been enough to put me over the edge. My solution? To find a bento box style lunch container that could hold all of the items in one unit. After hunting around Google for quite some time, I came across these gems and quickly placed my order:


Go Green Lunch Box Image Source
I was so excited that I had finally found the perfect lunch box solution, and eagerly awaited its arrival. When I opened the package, I was pleased with the product, and my kids seemed to love it as well. I packed their lunches with a smile on my face, proud of myself for accomplishing this first step. Little did I know, not everyone loved it as much as I did.
My husband’s first comment was that it was much too large (side note: too large for my little ones who are 2 and 5, I don’t think the size would be an issue for an older elementary school student).
The daycare teachers politely rejected the lunch boxes as well (not to my face of course, but through my husband). The size of the boxes were again an issue because they took up so much space on the daycare lunch tables. I had included homemade pasta in their lunches that day, resulting in the teachers having to scoop out the pasta, place it in a bowl to heat up, and then re-place back into the box for consumption. They also mentioned that they like to have the snacks and treats in separate containers so they can offer them to the children at their discretion. Fair enough, but in my mind, all small potatoes.
Begrudgingly, I set out that night to find a new solution, leaving my lovely lunch boxes tucked away – their fate still to be determined. 5 stores later, and I now have (yet another) matching set of tupperware containers that will be used moving forward.
Step 2: Establish a new pick up/ drop off schedule. This task wasn’t quite as much of a challenge, but I’m dreading the day when this new schedule will be implemented. Right now, I’m lucky enough to have both of my children placed at the same daycare, which is less than 5 minutes from our home, and right on my way to the office.
Beginning in September, I will need to drop off my 5 year old at a before/after school care location (in the completely opposite direction), and then my 2 year old at daycare. Longer morning routine, cue the sarcastic enthusiasm.
Step 3: Step up the bonding time. The rapid approach of Kindergarten is a solid reminder that my baby is no longer that. She is a big girl, and will only continue to grow and mature. And while I refuse to accept that she will one day be a teenager, drive, date, procreate (GASP!), I will welcome this milestone with open arms. In the meantime, I feel as though a few bonding activities are a must. First, I am planning a back-to-school shopping day, just us girls. She needs a new outfit, doesn’t she? Second, I’m going to take her for some mommy/daughter mani/pedis, because she has always wanted to do this, and this is something that us big girls enjoy! Third, I’ve signed us up for a mommy & me cooking class at Hungry Oven. Because there’s nothing more bonding than creating and sharing a meal together, right?
What are some ways in which you’ve prepared for this big milestone? I’d love some advice from the expert mamas out there!