She's Got the Look...

Last September, when Laurel was 7 months old, she started attending Spring Branch Presbyterian Academy 2 days a week. Everything about it was a great decision...Laurel loves it, she loves the kids, the teachers, pretty much everything. And, even better, she is apparently a little angel there. Any time there is a behavior I'm trying to keep her from doing at home (ie...throwing food while eating, hitting) and I ask them about it, they look at me like I have 4 heads and say "We never have any problem with Laurel. She is so wonderful...never aggressive or causing problems"....ahh, music to my ears!

One of my favorite things about SBPA is that Laurel has her own little "locker" that we keep diapers, wipes, blanket, nap mat, and a change of clothes in case she ever 

gets dirty. From time to time, they tell me that she needs something...diapers, wipes...whatever. In the past 9 months, though, they have never told me I need to bring in new "extra" clothes. Occasionally, the thought would cross my mind that I probably needed to change those out, but Laurel never really gets dirty, so it's never came up...

On Wednesday, I went in to pick up Laurel. I always like to stand outside the door for a minute and watch her playing or doing whatever it is she is doing. As I scanned the room, though, I didn't see the blue shirt and pink pants that she had on. I did see, however, the back of the head of a little girl whose mother must not have been paying attention when she dressed her because her brown pants were WAY too tight and too short and her onesie was...wait...OHHHH....the extra clothes....And, so I laughed out loud as I walked in the room. Yep, Laurel got dirty on Wednesday, and the only thing they could put on her was her 3-6 month old pants and her 6 month onesie. Amazingly, they fit...sort of. To top it all off, her teacher had put her hair in a ponytail on top of her head, making her resemble a 1980s aerobics instructor. 

I've thought a little about this whole incident over the past couple of days. Mainly, I wondered why adult sizes can't work like kids' sizes. Wouldn't it be great if the size you wore matched your age? So, your size naturally adjusts for that metabolism slowing that takes place at 25, 27, and 29. If for some reason you can fit back into those "Age 21" jeans, it's just bonus. It's expected that as you get older, your size adjusts...Wouldn't that be great?!?! Ahhh... a girl can dream, can't she?

And, since it's been a while, here's the other piece of big news from the last couple of months...

Little one is walking! She had been "cruising" for months, but wouldn't let go of hands, walls, tables, chairs...anything that she could hold on to. Until, that is, last Tuesday about 3:30. She and Kevin were home and she just let go and started walking...and she has been ALL over the place!

Last but not least...here are some pics from the last few weeks...