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Ready…Set…Learn!

Posted on by Run DMT
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WelcomeWhen I dropped Emmalynn off for her first day of preschool, I knew she was in good hands with her teachers, especially since I provided a peace offering.  But honestly, this preschool just feels like a second-home. B_door

 

 

 

 

 

I walked her to her new classroom and her best friend, Sarah, rushed over to greet her.

 

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I played the typical helicopter mom, hovering and circling over my child as I snapped about two dozen snapshots of Emmalynn and her friends.

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Then, Emmalynn hinted that it was time to go.  “Mommy, shouldn’t you be leaving now?”

 

After my cue to leave the room, I felt a pang in my heart as I closed the classroom door.  Tears filled my eyes.  I just left my baby.  She’s a big girl now.Pick up

 

 

Although Mommy wasn’t ready to let go today, Emmalynn has been ready for this day for some time now and as to be expected, she had a wonderful first day.

 

 

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At pick up time, she proudly showed me her Apple Jacks Apple necklace which she cut and laced all by herself.  Thankfully, I snapped a few photo before she demolished it.  Pride and independence tastes so yummy…even for Mommy.

 

 

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Five Minutes for Fitness

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I am feeling so lazy today.  Yes, even Diva Run DMT has her moments of laziness and those days are usually called “Pajama Days”.  A raging thunderstorm this morning squashed any motivation I had for working out today.  If I hadn’t committed to hosting our Moms on the Go Annual Back to School Bash, I would have never left the house.  I would have much rather curled up on the couch with my new book, Twilight, while my babysitter Noggin entertained the children. I feel like a super mom turned super sloth today. 

Then, this afternoon I chanced upon a new challenge posted on Five Minutes for Moms.  Every Thursday, you must commit to adding Five Minutes of Fitness to your usual routine.  The exercises are simple, but challenging enough to rid you of that baby belly and turn your bundadunk butt into a bodacious booty.

Now, I feel guilty for missing my work-out and stuffing my face with pizza instead.  So, if you’ll please excuse me, I must take five for a dance party with my girls.  I feel a little Dancing Queen coming on.