Rolling like a river

Yesterday Maeve rolled from front to back for the first time.

I put her down on a blanket on her tummy for a minute, walked into the kitchen to grab Jack's backpack, turned to look at something and saw her gracefully go right over. I yelled for Josh and clapped for her.

Then a feeling of dread came over me. What the hell is she doing? She's not allowed to move around, she's my baby! And if she's moving around, then that means I need to pay more attention. And move small 4-year-old and 2-year-old toy pieces out of reach. And now I can't leave her on the changing table while I turn around and wash my hands.

Why yes, I have managed to make one of her milestones all about me.

I tried to convince her to do it again for the camera, but she was having none of that.

If I was her, I would figure out how to do it with regularity so Jack and Emmie stop turning her over while yelling, "Roll! Maeve, roll!" Apparently they saw me "helping" her practice a few days ago and now want to be equally as involved.

Branching out

As you all know, I have been a little more interested in fashion lately. Not that I'm planning to hit the couture shows in Paris any time soon, but I am paying a lot more attention to what people around me are wearing.

Turns out, I'm not the only mom who's trying to step it up a notch and bring the cute.

I've started blogging at All Kinds Of Pretty with an awesome group of moms. Moms from different walks of life, of different ages, in different cities, who work outside the home and inside the home.

Whether you're a mom who wears out the pages of Vogue each month or one who can't tell a Seven from a Citizen, come check us out and let us know what you think!

Now he did it

This afternoon while I was out spending child-free time at the grocery store during Emmie's nap, Jack's teacher called and spoke with Josh. It seems Jack and his two best friends at school had to pay a little visit to the principal's office.

My first thought was to laugh. I mean really, they're 4. Unless they're burning down the school, what could possibly merit a visit with the principal? But then I snapped into Serious Mom mode and asked what happened.

As I heard from Josh and then from Miss A later at pickup was that the three boys were being loud and talking and not listening during Spanish class. Senorita had had it with them and Miss A happened to be sitting in during Spanish as well and even she couldn't get them to stop fooling around.

So she sent them to the principal's office. Adios, amigos.

No seriously, they went to the principal's office. Which I doubted was a proper punishment considering they probably thought it was cool and not something they should be afraid of.

And of course, Miss A said Jack was smiling the whole time. This kid seriously either has a nervous smile or nothing really does bother him.

He ran out of school and announced excitedly that he went to the principal's office and told me her name and the name of the assistant principal. Apparently they're all BFFs now.

Under the heading of "Maybe He Gets It," Miss A did say Jack's behavior was much-improved after the visit down the hall and he was the only one of the three boys who got to go out for recess. Whoo hoo?

I could chalk it up to spring fever, considering it was 60 degrees and sunny today for the first time in four months, but after yesterday's behavior report that's just not possible. Yesterday he was flinging yogurt at one of those same boys in the lunchroom. Yep, I have the kid who starts the food fight.

Unfortunately I imagine this is just the first of many, many principal visits in Jack's future. Is there a scrapbooking layout for this? I want to remember it in all its glory.