Mom Trauma, otherwise known as LOVE in kindergarten

So...I was picking John up from kindergarten today. The kids were lined up outside the classroom door and I was running a little late. So when I saw John standing there I was shocked to see his arm around a girl's shoulder and her arm around his waist. They were very cosie...I was not. I told John it was time to go and he smiled really big at me and then leaned in for a KISS (on the cheek, but how shocking). He was just grinning. She then says to me, "Can John come to my house and play today?" Since they were such good friends my obviouse answer was NO!! but I said it very nice because she is just a little cutie. This is also the same girl that sent him a really sweet love letter home in his backpack about a month ago. Sam is of course shocked as well because he used to run away from girls in kindergarten. Oh what have I gotten myself into? My brother, Matt, must have been having secret 'picking up on girls' lessons with him. I better keep my eye out.

Happy Birthday Allie

Today has been a long awaited day in our home. Allie has made her own invitations to all the family and been counting down the days for a month. She has decided to refer to herself as "the Birthday Girl." I was sending the kids to Grandma's house for Grandma to take them to get Allie's free ice cream (thanks to Cumorah, love them). John darted across the street looking right and left for cars as he was in the street. Allie, on the other hand, stopped, looked right and left, and then proceeded across the street. I am always trying to practice positive parenting, so I yelled, "Good job Allie, thank you for looking before you crossed the street." She then yells back a classic comment, "Birthday Girls always do what their mom's want on their birthday." This is said from the girl who asked me last night, "I get to do whatever I want tomorrow because it's my birthday, right mom?" Man I love her.

Split pea soup

I just asked my Allie if she wanted to have some split pea soup. (Allie is ALWAYS hungary.) She said, "No mom, I don't like peas and I don't like splits." Nice!