Aren't School Pictures Great?

H had a hard day at school

Monday was a hard day for H. She had been up late Sunday "reading" and was really tired when I woke her up for school. She really wanted to wear a ring that her Grandma E gave her, but it was too big and we were afraid she'd lose it. She was not happy with that decision and cried the whole way to school. She clung to N as she walked her up to her class and he was afraid he'd be bringing her back home.

She got home that afternoon and I was talking to her about her day. I asked her why she had been so sad that morning. She said it was because she missed her dad and didn't want him to leave. I said, "Oh, I thought it was because you wanted to wear your ring." She said it was both of those reasons. N called her over to him and they were talking about it while I went through her backpack. I found a paper that she had practiced writing her name on and on the back she had written, "I mis yue dad." I showed N and he and I both ended up in tears over it.

Today I was talking to Tiffin and she said that Monday when the bus pulled up to the bus stop her kids were excited because they saw N and thought it was their dad. Then H yelled, "No, it's my dad!"

H has a Boyfriend!

Let's start at the very beginning (a very good place to start!).

Sunday evening I had a church meeting. I was actually giddy to be getting out of the house all by myself without it being for grocery shopping. I told N that the meeting started at 7:00 so I would be leaving around 5:00. Just to make sure I wasn't late or anything! That really didn't go over very well. So, about 6:30 I was explaining the nightly bedtime ritual to N and it really felt as if I was telling a babysitter. I kinda felt bad when I told him that especially since he is actually very helpful around the house. He just isn't usually home at bedtime so he isn't used to the routine. As I was leaving I told N that if I wasn't home by 10:00 not to worry. Another lead balloon.

When I got home from the meeting (which was really good, by the way), N was playing his video games. I went to check on the kids and found K sleeping in H's bed, but no H. So I asked N where H was and he said, "Oh, probably in our bed." I went back there expecting to find her asleep, but no. She was sitting on the bed in the dark "reading" The Lost World. Yes, you read that right. She was trying to read Michael Crichton's The Lost World.

N came back and the three of us started talking. I mentioned that H's primary teachers were at the meeting and they had said they make the kids sit boy-girl to help keep them reverent in class. I asked H about that and she said she sat by Jonathan. (There isn't a Jonathan in her primary class and we determined that he is in her class at school.) Then she started to blush as she said she liked Jonathan. We asked her why she liked him and she said, "Because he shares his fruit roll ups with me. But we aren't supposed to share so if the teachers come by we just put our hands under the table and do this." She then looked up and around with that I'm-not-doing-anything-but-really-I'm-doing-something look. We asked her if she shared anything with Jonathan and she said she shares her cheese and crackers sometimes, but if the teachers come by they just don't chew.

Fast forward to this morning as I was making H's lunch. I said, "H, did I forget to cut your chips yesterday?" (She can't quite open the chips on her own, so I cut a small slit in the top so she can rip them open.) She said, "Yeah, but it's okay. When you forget I just ask Jonathan to open them for me."

She's only 5 and she's already giving her dad ulcers!


These pictures are from later Sunday night after she had fallen asleep "reading". As a side note: she also really likes to read Dracula. I can't convince her that it is scary because (as she says) "there are no scary pictures in it." I can't wait 'til she tells her teacher that her favorite book is Dracula!

Gee, Thanks for the Clarification!

Today at lunch N, K and I were talking about different foods we like/don't like.

K: I only like things that aren't yucky.

Me: What kinds of things aren't yucky?

K: Only things that taste yummy.

Me: Glad we got that straightened out.

Another K moment

It is so much fun having an only child again! H is at school all day and M is napping most of the morning so it is just me, N and K.

Today, N and I were talking about political things (read: frustrations, concerns, worries) back in our room and K was playing with his cars in the front room. K said something about his robot being broken so I went out to help him only to find him drinking one of H's juice boxes. I wasn't too happy with him and he said, "I just like juice, mom." Then, after a second he said, "And pizza," and went off to fix his robot (which, by the way, is a pile of pillows, blankets and toys on the love seat). About 1/2 hour later N came out to the front room to use the computer and he asked what I was upset about. I told him and N said, "Oh. I thought there was flour all over or something."

Anyway, N asked K if he had one of H's juice boxes and K said, "Yes. I just like juice." N said, "Well, next time ask mom or me and we'll get you a drink."

K's response? "Water is not juice, dad."

Overheard

The other day I was in the kitchen making dinner for the kids. H and K were playing and H says, "My oh my, this is the December of fatness." I have absolutely no idea where that came from. She says she heard it at school.

Hands Off!

Today at lunch, K, N and I were eating pizza. N had eaten three pieces already and K was working on his second. There was one piece left and this was our conversation:

N (to me): Do you want the last piece of pizza?

Me: No, I was saving it for K.

N: He doesn't need another piece. Two is plenty.

Me: Three is plenty for you.

N: I am at least twice as big as K, so I should get 4.

K: It's my pizza dad.

N: You don't need 3 pieces, K.

K: I need 4.

Me (to K): How could you eat 4 pieces of pizza?

K: I would eat them one at a time with a fork. (I could just see the eye roll and hear the "Duh!")

Well, I gave the last piece to K after he finished his second piece and he teased N with it. So, N came over to try to eat it before K could. When N bent down to take a bite out of it K smacked him in the face--with the pizza! N had pizza sauce all over his glasses and forehead. It was so funny and we all had a great laugh. Then, in the most serious voice I could muster, I told K that he shouldn't do that with his food. I'm sure it was very effective.