Back to Work

I started a new job on Tuesday. I know it will be a great thing but last week was rough! The poor girls are having a hard time adjusting to being away from me all day. Kendall tried to be strong but she was really nervous because she doesn't know the teachers or other kids. She is happy at the end of the day though so I know that is a good sign.

Poor Taylor isn't doing well at all. She doesn't eat or sleep at school. Her little eyes were red and puffy and her voice hoarse from crying. She has slept a lot this weekend and won't stop eating. I think she is catching up from the week. I hope that this week goes better and she adjusts quickly. It breaks my heart to think of her in a strange place all day long crying.

The job itself is so nice. I work for a school district and work just the school year calendar. That means I have all school holidays, breaks and summers off. I also work short hours so when the girls are in grade school they won't have to go to before or after care. What a dream! I know it's hard for them now but it will be a really great schedule for all of us once they adjust.

Ballet

I never thought Kendall would be a girly girl. Remember, this is the girl who was best friends with all the boys, wanted a Percy party one year and a Thomas the Tank Engine party the next. She had a car bed and didn't know what a princess was. Now that she is 4 1/2 and good friends with a princess up the street, she is into all things girly. She started ballet classes last Saturday. It was so cute. She is the biggest girl there and the strongest. Not the most petite ballet type. But she loved it. Notice that she is the ONLY girl in pink? I didn't know that they were supposed to wear black. Who knew?! I always said I would never be "that mom" but that morning I was definitley "that mom". Oh well. She didn't notice. And now we have our black outfit and are ready for this saturday.

The Title

The title of this blog comes from our neighbor girl. S is a great friend of Kendall and Taylor's. She is 2 1/2 and a spitfire. At the end of our play dates she used to yell "Bye guys". Her mom would remind her to say girls. After some time she finally got it. As we left for the day she yelled "Bye grilz". And from that day K & T have been known as the Grilz.