'Twas the night before Kindergarten...

and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even...Emily. Well I tried to make it special but the plans backfired. I thought we would go eat (her favorite activity), come home and read her "going to kindergarten" books, take a nice leisurely bath, pick her outfit (first day of school is picture day so no uniforms on that day) then we would snuggle in bed and she would drift off to sleep, dreaming of kindergarten. This would be in direct opposition to the dream I had last night that I was dragging her by the arm in the front yard trying to get her ready for school. So I asked her to pick a restaurant. She picked Applebee's b/c she likes their fries and ketchup. She picks restaurants based on whether they serve fries and if they do serve fries, are they the right kind of fries, are they stingy with the ketchup, etc. After driving 20 min to get there, we pull in the parking lot and she says "I'm sick, I think I'm going to throw up". I guess she is so nervous about school, she had a bad stomachache. So we drove home b/c she refused to go in and eat. She fell asleep on the way home and went straight to bed at 5:30. Which means she'll be up EARLY. Anyone that says kids grow up fast doesn't live in our house. Even though Emily's birth certificate says she is 5 years old, that's not her true age. See, she was 2 for at least 5 years, 3 lasted about 4 years and 4 lasted a couple of years. We have lost track of how long she has been 5, so we are only guessing when we say she is actually about 12. At least that's how long it feels like we've been ordering fries with extra ketchup.