Perfect Check-ups x 2!

What kind of mother schedules her daughter's dental checkup and doctor checkup (+flu shot) on the same day? Guilty.

But what makes it all better?

Double inguldgence at Casa Mia (Emma's choice, of course). The meatball sandwich (Emma's), veal tortelini (mine), and spumoni ice cream? In Emma's words: This is A-MAZING!

Note to self: double workouts tomorrow.

Let's kick this up a notch!

Yes, I admit it. I have a picture on my phone. I look at it every single day. It is of me - in my wedding dress. The dress that is not even yet altered!

So... After spending countless days on the treadmill, busting my ass on the bowflex, I am still not owning the body that needs to be poured into that wedding dress.

So I did something that I DO NOT DO. I ordered a DVD workout program off the internet. Didn't see a commercial on it - didn't even get a good referral from someone. I just saw pictures and videos of asses that I wanted in my dress. Pathetic, no?

Today was Day One of my Brazil Butt Lift (www.beachbody.com). It does sound a bit sexy, yes? I DO NOT FEEL SEXY right now, as my glutes and hamstrings as still burning, 4 1/2 hours later. But the pain will be worth it, I say! 6am will come quickly, I'm sure...

Add this to the list of firsts...

So the summer is gone, along with it, lazy days sleeping in, weekly trips to the library, late movie nights... But yet, Emma is ready. Her first day of 1st grade as finally arrived. But what is she most excited about? Her first-day-of-school outfit, of course! The diva has arrived...

I am excited, of course. Just admittedly a bit sad. Granted, I did not cry at her first day at daycare, first day of school, etc. But, yesterday, the tears were welling up...

We were driving home from her dad's house when I brought up the topic of our first jaunt to her new class the next day, asking if she knew which classroom she is to go to and such. What she asked me next I couldn't believe:

Emma: "Mom, could you just drop me off at the front of the school tomorrow?"
Me: "Are you kidding?!"
Emma: "Uh, no. I know where to go."
Me: "But I always walk you to your class! I need to make sure you get there ok!"
Emma: "Mom. I AM in first grade now. But maybe you could walk me to class the first THREE days."
Me: "Ok then."

Talk about a devastated mom! I truly hope she forgets we had this conversation...