Her official first day

Quinn and I went together with Tatum to her first day of kindergarten. She wasn't nervous at all; she didn't even expect us to go in with her. But we did, and we took pictures. We even got one of her with her teacher, Mrs. Hiatt.

After school she hopped into the car and said, "Recess is awesome!" I noticed that she was minus her tights. She said it was way too hot on the playground. We'll save the tights for colder weather.

She also told me that the principal read them The Gingerbread Man, and then they made gingerbread cookies. Tatum got to put the butter in. She had a delightful first day.

Thoughts on Kindergarten

It's just hitting me now, the night before my little Tatum starts kindergarten, how fast the time has gone. I have so many thoughts that are just now surfacing. I've been so focused on making sure she has school clothes, shots, registration, and meet-the-teacher night taken care of that I haven't had time to realize what a momentous occasion this is. Didn't we just barely have her? Weren't we just remarking that she was walking? And now, school. The little-kid days are over. The home-with-Mom days are over. Starting tomorrow at 11:30, Tatum is in school, and life is different forever. It's her official transition to becoming a big kid. I'm so proud of her and nostalgic at the same time. This is the first time I've really felt the way it tugs on my heart to know that everything I'm teaching her is preparing her to leave someday. It's bittersweet. I've been so excited for her to start school, and now I don't know if I'm ready to let her go.

Football Camp Rocks

Braiden did four days at BYU football camp this week and loved every second of it. It was two hours a day, which he said was not enough. "It went by too fast," he said. The night before it started, he was so excited at bedtime. I wanted to be sure he knew what to expect, so I said, "Braid, you know this isn't just playing. They're going to drill you and run you and work you; they're going to be teaching you football techniques." The whole time I was talking, a growing grin crept across his face. This kid has the spirit of a competitor!

At camp, they drilled for the first hour and a half, then scrimmaged for the last half hour. Ethan was at camp, too, which made it all the better for Braiden. They got into the same group and on the same scrimmage team, and had a great time.

The last day, Bronco Mendenhall spoke to the kids. For Braiden, having him sign his T-shirt was good, but an autographed belly was even better.

At one of the popsicle breaks, Braiden commented, "I can't believe Bronco Mendenhall allows red popsicles..."

Teague's Top Ten Rules for a Happy Day

10. Fingers. I use two pointers to show you where my nose is (one for each nostril). Same goes for ears...

9. Noise. Anything worth anything makes noise: lawn mowers, ambulances, and anything I can bang on. And if you growl at me, I'll do it back.

8. Drinks of water. If you give me some of yours, be warned that the first drink is a drink and the second drink is for blowing bubbles.

7. Gadgets. If you're watching TV, the remote is for me. If you're on the phone, the phone is for me. And if I just find the phone, I might call 9-1-1.

6. Playing catch. I'll do it longer than any dog. Besides, I laugh.

5. Sleep. If I wake up in the night, don't come get me unless you want me to sleep on you.

4. Light switches. If you carry me by one, pause so that I can flip it.

3. The bath. I love it, so don't get me out. I'll start climbing out myself when I'm done.

2. Drawers. What's in them (and I mean everything) must come out.

1. Tooth brush. Mom thinks I should put it back in the cup when we're done with my teeth, but that's for the birds. I like to take it to bed with me.

She didn't even flinch

Tatum got her ears pierced on her 5th birthday. Quinn had always said she had to be at least 12. My opinion was that if she's old enough to want it, starts to ask for it, and if she understands that there's pain involved, I'm fine with it. But I had to defer to Quinn on this one. And Tate didn't really bring it up all that often. Then suddenly one day Quinn said, "Well, how about we do it for your birthday?" and surprised us both.

Braiden held Tate's hand the whole time, even while they were marking her ears. He also gave opinions on which earrings she should choose. He suggested plain diamond-looking ones, but Tate chose pink.

She held perfectly still, was thoroughly excited, and didn't make a peep. No flinching, no wincing, just a slight nervous look in her eyes, but she was all smiles as the earrings went in.

The Best Seat in the House

Never mind the big, fat TV downstairs (the one Quinn spent years talking me into getting—the one that looks like it's going to jump off of the wall and eat you). Tatum's favorite spot to relax is on our bed, in the middle of the big pillows (some days I wonder why I make the bed at all), watching the tiny TV that sits on top of the dresser.

Here's to the Sweet Tooth

Chocolate. Teague loves it. I was going to keep him off of junk food, particularly sweets, until he's at least two because I read in a book that kids are less likely to develop a sweet tooth if you do (and the sweet tooth is the bane of my existence!). So I wanted to spare Teague the torture. But thanks to the one-year birthday cake, the slippery slope began. He now begs for chocolate. And I now say yes when people want to give my baby a cookie.

It's Finally Hot Enough

It's been such a cold spring that we were thrilled to have a hot day. After we went on a walk, Tatum wanted to play in the water. She got out the slip 'n slides and didn't even mind that both are worn and ripped. She just hosed them down and slid anyway.

Teague had a love/hate relationship with the hose. He loves the water but was surprised at how cold it was, and the hose can be tricky. He played hard and then had a nap and slept like a drunk. He usually only does an hour in the afternoon, but today he did 2 1/2.

It can be tough to get a good shot of Tatum because if she sees the camera, she poses. It's cute, but the candids are my favorites.