September 2009
I think I need to give Mommy a performance appraisal and put her on a performance improvement plan (PIP) for her blog update timeliness. We have been home from vacation for a long time now and do you think that she has properly documented all of the important activities in my life? You should be able to tell in the following paragraphs that the answer is “no, she has not properly documented the important activities in my life.”

When we returned from our not-so-much a family vacation, but rather a vacation for me with GrandmaPapa and Daddy’s surprise trip for MommyDaddy, I moved into my new class. It is called “Gard 2” and it is for 2-3 year olds. At my school, at 2 years old, you start a whole new world. The daily schedule includes moving from room to room throughout the building every 30 minutes. We go to art, music, dramatic movement (gym and tumbling and dance), Spanish and computer class. You also have to wear a uniform Monday-Thursday. It might seem like a lot of moving around for young kids like me, but boy is it fun! MommyDaddy don’t really like the idea that I have to wear a uniform since I have so many nice clothes that Jenna and Kim gave me, but so far it is working out just fine. When I started in the class, my teachers’ names were Mr. Matt and Miss Emily. I will get into that later. For the first couple of weeks, I was really tired when I came home! I also missed my teacher in the last class (Miss Gina). I stopped yelling “yeah school” when we pulled up but started saying “no school” because I was not really into the new routine yet. I was also not with all of my friends. MommyDaddy originally thought that I would be with Miss Tiffany, the teacher that I loved when I was in the 12-18 month old class, but something got changed at the last minute. I liked my new teachers, but was just not getting as much cuddling as I did before. Do you know that I love to get cuddles? As I mentioned earlier, though, my teachers have changed. You will need to hold on because I am a chronological girl. That’s how I roll. Or, that is how Mommy rolls and she does have say on how we do this.