E-mail to my girlfriends

This is an e-mail I sent my girlfriends the first on Lulu's first day of pre-school:
Hi Girls,
Hope you are doing well.
Let me just start by saying that I started crying last night, because, after a year ++ of not having done this, Lulu asked me to rock her and sing her to sleep.
When I dropped her school, I had a lump in my throat. I told her that school was going to be just like ballet class, that she would go in and I would wait for her outside, and that when she came out, , my mom, and I would be waiting for her. (Sorry about the run-on sentence) (K., I stole your idea and asked my mom to come with me for moral support). Anyhow, after the T.A. unbuckled her, Lulu put her bag over her shoulder, gave me a big smile, stepped out of the car all by herself, and half ran, half skipped inside. I was relieved and sad at the same time, but I didn't cry until I my mom, all choked up, said "Oh my, she's a big girl." Then, the floodgates opened up. I was fine the rest of the time she was at school, until I phoned Pro to tell him about the drop off and he started to cry. When we went to pick her up, Miss Meow kept calling Lulu's name. When she finally came out, I could tell that she had cried. I asked Mrs. J about it, and she confirmed it. In true Lulu fashion, she had cried, not because she missed me, but because she didn't want to take off her princess gown. Lulu told me that she played dressed, that they sang Mr. Sun and Together, that she colored, and that she had a teddy grahams snack. All in all, it seems like she did fine, because she said yes when I asked her if she wanted to go back next week.

I Married Edward Cullen

I don't mean to make anyone jealous, but I married Edward Cullen. I really did. When I think back to the time I started dating my husband, the image that comes to mind is that of a tall, slim man, with ghostly pale skin contrasted by dark, messy (yet structured) locks and big dark eyes; deep dark eyes that only had eyes for me. I see him wearing his black turtle neck and pleatless gray slacks, looking beautiful and serene. Always a gentleman, he opened car doors, pulled out chairs, carried anything heavy, and did anything that he thought was hard or could cause me strain. We had been looking for each other for a long time and we would give our lives for each other just like we have given it to each other. My husband makes me feel beautiful, loved and protected. He's been my Edward Cullen, long before Twilight was written. So, like I said, I married Edward Cullen, the real life version of him.

Meredith's forehead and a few other things. . .

My hubby jumped on the high def. TV bandwagon as soon as it became available. Not only did he need to have high def TV, but he needed to have the one with the best reviews and the clearest picture. Consequently, we have this monstruosity of a TV set that that we can't get rid of because it cost upward of $2,000 and, well, frankly, the picture is really good. In fact, the picture is so good that it is ruining one of my favorite TV shows, Gray's Anatomy. I mean, is it me or does Meredith Gray look super old? Her forehead is driving me bonkers. Don't get me wrong, I think that she's a very cute girl and I am all for being natural and aging gracefully. But, unfortunately, aging gracefully does not seem to be compatible with high def TV. I'm not trying to be mean or catty. All I'm saying is that because of high def. TV, I can't enjoy my show without being distracted by Meredith's forehead and without feeling bad about being distracted by it.

Moving on to a different topic, I got the cutest black dress at Target. And it was only $24.99. Yay! I can't wait until the weather gets better so that I can pair it I'm going to pair them with gladiator sandals!.


Finally, I have to say something about the nanny. She's great. She did the laundry and folded it so nicely that I felt like I was at a store, I even thought about taking a picture of it, but got too lazy. As for the girls, Lulu, the almost pre-schooler formerly known as E., is adjusting o.k., however, Miss Meow, the toddler formerly known as Baby M., does not seem to be very keen on her. But, I'm not going to worry about it, yet. Thank God, Mom has been staying with the nanny and the girls, and that gives me peace.

Insanity

Every time E. and I go to Sweetie and Me, there is a craft for the kids to do. And, every time, I look at the model craft a gazillion times to make sure that I we get it right. I count beads, I match colors, I sort out feathers, I monitor glue usage, essentially, I have an obsessive compulsive break. I was even beginning to think that the recent diminished adult interaction in my life was making me act insane. That is, until I noticed another mommy in the class doing the same. Needless to say, I cracked a joke about it, we bonded over painted macaroni and yarn, and, a week later, her son and her came over to our house for a playdate with my little E. and adult conversation for myself.

Back in the City . . .

I'm back! Not only am I back, but soon I'll be back in the city. You see, this formercitygirl is rejoining the work force. O.k., so I'm only going back to the city work partly part time! O.K. so I'm not going to be anywhere near my former city neighborhood! Fine, I'm not even going to be downtown! But, I will be back in the city, which means, that I get to go to Banana Republic and get a new citygirl working girl wardrobe. Yay!
Yet, as happy as I am to return to the city work, I am torn about leaving the girls. This is certainly a bitter/sweet time in my life. But, hopefully, it is for the best,especially for the girls, otherwise, I would be content to remain forever a full time formercitygirl.

Things

Things that I've been digging lately. . .

Bare Escentuals foundation

My sisters had been trying to get me to switch for the last couple of years, but I resisted. That is, until my October issue of InStyle came in the mail, with a coupon for a free sample of this miracle makeup. As soon as I tried it, I was in LOVE. It's so light, so natural, and sooo mess free, that I couldn't resist. Bye bye Bobbi Brown Ivory #1 (which I seldom use) and HELLO Bare Escentuals Fairly Light!


Pumpkin Bread

It must be the Fall season or something in the air, because I just can't stop baking and eating pumpkin bread. Does using a box mix count as baking? Because if so, I'm also digging baking.


Skinny Jeans

I can't believe I once said that I would never wear these. And from Forever 21, nonetheless. But, they're so girly, and slimming, and flattering and chic, that they make me feel like a city girl again.


Aldi Foods

Who would have thought that generic could be so good on the tummy and good on the pocket?


Unimportant things that I find myself thinking about throughout the day. . .

Why does Caillou have no hair?

His dad and his grandpa have a full head of hair. His friend Leo has a full head of hair. Why is Caillou bald?


Where are Max and Ruby's parents?

It's nice the Ruby helps Max get dressed in the morning and that she tucks him in at night. Grandma makes an appearance sometimes. But, where are Max and Ruby's mom and dad?

Why is it that Barney only hangs out with kids?

You see other grown ups walking around the park, but Barney is never with them. He's always playing ball or flying a kite with the kids and one of the little dinosaurs.


Why am I even thinking about these things in the first place?

I don't know, but it is very scary, because I don't really have time to go around thinking in the first place. . .

I'll Be Right Back!

Is it possible that she knows too much for my own good. I mean, she's just 2 1/2 years old. But, after reading " Max and Ruby, A Snowy Day," this is what she said:

E: E's scarf?

Me: Well, it's not cold enough to wear a scarf. We'll wear it when it in the winter.

E: (Hugs herself and shivers)Cold! E's scarf? (Then, imitating mommy's voice) I'll be right back!

Me: O.K. I'll get your scarf. I'll be right back!

E. Yay, scarf!

Me: Here's your scarf.

E: (Wraps the scarf around her neck, holds in the front with her two little hands, shivers, looks at me, and says) cold. E.'s snowsuit? I'll be right back!

Me: Well, you don't have a snowsuit, we have to buy one.

E: (Excited) Let's go Walmart!

Me: (Laughing yet concerned that my daughter thinks Walmart is the place to go to buy clothes) That's right, we can go buy a snowsuit at Target, Walmart, or the mall.

E: Let's go Target and buy snowsuit!

Me: (Relieved that she said Target, yet embarassed that I am relieved) Target and Walmart are closed now, but we can go tomorrow and buy a snowsuit.

E: Yay!(then, heading towards the door) Get Dada! (Because, surely, he will buy her the snowsuit at 9 pm?)

P.S. I don't know which is worse, that my little E. is a little shopaholic, that she wants to buy clothes at Walmart, or that I am concerned that she wants to shop at Walmart? Maybe, I am obsessed. . .