In Memory Of...

I just found out this morning from a friend that the dad (James Linder) who flew the Apache helicopter to our school last week, was the one killed when it crashed Monday night.

I had hoped it wasn’t them since there was no mention around the school yard or anything like a black ribbon put up on the fence around the field. They only released the names today.

http://www.sltrib.com/ci_6687437

http://deseretnews.com/article/1,5143,695203129,00.html

Who Am I?

I was just called "You stinky old woman!" by my angry 3 year old.

While I should have disciplined her, I had to turn away because I couldn't help but laugh. Where did she come up with that one?

And then it hit me. To her I AM an old woman. I'm slightly depressed now.

Brooke's First Day of Preschool

Here we are off to Brooke's first day of Preschool!

Notice the hand pointing me off to home as she heads into class. I have been dismissed.

I followed along anyway to get photos inside the classroom.

HeliFun

Today one of the the dads flew an Apache helicopter to school for the kids to see.
Brooke and I went over and watched it fly in and land.

First Stitches

Friday afternoon and I’m trying to get ready to go out of town for a Jordan Essentials Product Launch in Colorado. Luke is in my room as is Slugger. Luke is pestering the dog (as usual), the dog is growling warnings (as usual), and I’m saying “Leave the dog alone!” (as usual). All of a sudden I hear Luke crying really hard and see him holding his lip.

There is blood and when I pry his hand away from his mouth, Luke has a small gash in his bottom lip. I know it’s gonna need at least one stitch. CRAP!!!

I take my screaming child (“I don’t want to go to the doctor!!!), put him in the car and head to the doctor where I’m told he will need a stitch.

I am given 3 options:
1. Have four people hold him down, he gets 2 shots to numb his lip and then he gets the stitch.
2. Take him to Primary Children’s Hospital, wait 4+ hours, have them knock him out and he gets the stitch.
3. Try DermaBond to glue it together. No guarantee that it will stay shut.

Knowing how my son will freak out over being held down and that I don’t want to spend the night at the hospital for a 30 sec. stitching up, I choose to try the glue. It doesn't hold. The Doctor says since you are already holding him down, let’s go for the stitch without the numbing shots.

So I hold Luke on my chest while lying down, hold his arms folded across his chest and have my legs wrapped around his, while the nurse holds his head still. The doctor then proceeds to sew up Luke’s little lip lickety split.

He was so brave. Oh, he screamed alright, but as soon as the doctor cut the extra thread off, Luke got quiet. I just held him and the nurse let him choose 5 treats from the treat bowl. He chose 5 chocolate Dum Dums, which he had eaten by the time we got home (5 minutes away).

It hasn’t bugged him since, and it hasn’t stopped him from pestering the dog…DANG IT!

Strange...

There's nothing like having a Kindergartner to make a weekend seem like a real weekend! Tonight I got that old feeling of Monday means something. We have to go to bed early because we have to be somewhere in the morning. I haven’t felt this way since I quit work – and it feels strange!

Piece of Cake

Wednesday was the official First Day of School. Luke came out looking happy and toting a Hostess cupcake with the message “Kindergarten is a piece of cake!”

Oh, how I wish that had been the case!!!! I was asked by Mrs. Drake to stick around, we needed to talk. That’s never good…

I asked Luke what was up and he got sad and said that he had a fit (aka temper tantrum). GREAT!!! First day was a flop. How are we going to survive Kindergarten????

Thankfully today was much better. They read the story of the Little Engine that Could, so today’s mantra was “I think I can.” We’ve used it all day long when the words “I can’t” come up and a fit begins. It’s helped a little bit.

The other thing they say in Luke’s class is “TCOY!” That stands for Take Care Of Yourself. When you want to tattle or have an issue with someone else the kids are told “TCOY!” It’s come in handy when the tattling about Brooke’s eyes not being closed during pray starts.

All I can say is this is going to be a big adjustment for all of us…