Preschool Grad

Last week our baby girl graduated from preschool. Some may wonder...what exactly does it mean to graduate from a place that your parents pay for you to go to and is not required? Well I will tell you.

It means that you can write your name better. And you now know that you aren't just Cienna, or princess, or fancy pants. You are Cienna Elise Mazotti, born January 15th. You live at 1611 Kit Carson Ave, your mom's phone number is 991-2838 and your dad works at Station 3, Squad 2!

Graduating from preschool also means that your drawings have evolved. At the beginning of the year our family had no arms and really no bodies. Just one long torso and some legs (two if we were lucky!) Now, graduate, you not only have all the parts on the page but you have learned to accessorize mom with a broom and you with a flower bow in your hair.

In preschool you have learned to share with others, listen to your elders and be a good friend. Your teachers tell me that you are always looking out for others and eager to help with any and every task in the classroom. In fact, they say that you are so organized that you could actually teach the class! Much to my dismay, you do not yet think that boys have cooties. Instead, you ask me about once a week when I think you will meet your husband. You had the affection of many boys in preschool, always leaving things in your cubbie or inviting you to their parties. It pays to be pretty on the inside as well as the outside. My heart swells when I think of you. I worry that now that you are entering elementary school that the years are going to fly by. I worry that I won't be able to capture every moment. That I won't appreciate you and all that you bring to my life. Being a parent is the hardest, scariest, most wonderful thing that I have ever done. I am so proud of you today, and every day!

My New Toy

Last week I randomly woke up and decided that it was time for a new camera. I have several at the house, none of which can actually take a picture within 30 seconds of pressing the shoot button. This has come to be a problem, since my 2 year old only has an attention span of 2.2 seconds. So to avoid having to have conversation with AJ later in life as to why I have no pictures of him from the age of 2-5 I decided that it would be best to consult with my "photog" friends about what kind of camera to buy. The response was overwhelmingly the Canon Rebel. Since I do everything in my power not to buy anything new, I immediately jumped on Craigslist, waded through the potential serial killer ads, and found a Canon in my price range. After a few white lies about having a budget, I finally haggled the guy down to a price that I was willing to pay. Once I picked it up, I immediately snapped some shots of the kids. It was AMAZING. I could take 10 pictures of AJ within 10 seconds...which meant that I was bound to get one that he was actually looking at the camera! I was so impressed that I wondered what the hell took me so long to get one. I feel like a whole new world has opened for me! Below are some of the awesome pictures that I shot the first week!

AJ just "loved" this little slug a little too much. About 5 minutes after this photo was shot he brought it back to me in 3 pieces!

Who knew AJ could wink?