This past week was a busy one – but then most weeks are – this just had a different flavor of busyness. There was a storm that blew through the city and dropped a little rain, leaving the air with a cooler feel and the skies darker. Around here, things just felt stormy as well.
A few tidbits:
There is almost $4000 damage to our van from the recent hailstorm here, but everyone has their car in the shops already so we are waiting a week or two to send ours in. At least it wasn’t totaled. Some of our friends found themselves car shopping once the insurance had a gander at their cars. For now we are just a big gray golfball, hurling through the city.
We endured a fair bit of drama from Ben’s school this week. It seems that my jokester son and a couple of his friends had tried to reach out and include a child they judged as lonely, which can aparently get a person in trouble for “Bullying”. The school conceded that it was probably more like “Pestering”, which, knowing my son, is not so far out of his league. To me, Bullying encompasses threats, fear, and physical harm. Pestering, on the other hand has more to do with unwanted fart noises and other 13 year old boy jokes. So after many hours of discussions, phone calls, written accounts, emails, and commiserating with other parents, the issue is declared DONE and we can all move on. But it sure ate up a lot of my week.
My birthday was this week! (I’m not 40 yet. That’s all I’ll say!) A few years ago I managed to finally give up my childish idea that my birthday should be a national holiday and just came to expect a normal day with a few nice surprises in it. And so it was. Mostly. A friend brought me chocolate, my mother in law gave me a little money to spend on myself, and Paisley stopped by with a chai latte and flowers. Jay took me to lunch and got me more flowers and a card. (Lest you think that was all he did, he also schlepped all around my favorite mall with me last Saturday and got me a nice pair of shoes.) So my day was going along swimmingly until I opened my email.
In my email was a notice from the older kids school (yes, the one I was already having issues with this week) informing the families that they had selected a new campus. Yay for them, Boo for me. This new campus is two and a half times further from us than the current one. I already spend 2.5 hours per day just in getting my kids to and from schools and the thought of extending that… Ugh. How can I look at my younger children, learning about the world and developing their bodies and tell them that they have to spend 3-4 hours per day strapped down in the car?
For this and other reasons, this just would not be a feasible arrangement for us. So I proceeded to freak out entirely. (Which involved crying for about 2 days.)
Since then I have calmed down quite a bit, and all is not settled with this move for this school. There is still quite a bit of time before I will really need to panic (or otherwise figure out what to do) and I am resolved once again to let the future be the future.
In other news around here, Molly has added in several baby signs. She signs: nurse, eat, drink, dog, thank you, cat, bird, more, shoes, and I think she has done all done and blanket at least a couple times too. She has grasped this concept that she can communicate with us so readily that she wants to be able to tell us more. She will fling her arms around trying to tell us something, but she can’t figure out which sign to use. Then there was grocery shopping. Because she can tell us what she wants now, she is more likely to get it, so she got so frustrated when we walked through an aisle with lots of cups and she couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t give her a drink when she signed it over and and over!
She also really likes baths and was on a mission to get one today. She fell into the (empty) tub once, and then later managed to remove her diaper and try to climb into the toilet while Posy was in the bathroom curling her hair.
Molly also experienced her first oreo cookie today. I hoped she would get all chocolated and gross, but she was a pretty dainty eater. She first removed the top cookie, proving she is a genius, and licked at the filling a little.
She decided she didn’t like that a whole lot, so she scraped that off the bottom cookie and just worked on eating that part.
Finally, she got to the cookie part. She made a little slobbery mess with it, but not too bad. I guess the real mess with have to wait for her First Birthday Cake. (Two more weeks!)
In other news Max and Tessa got rave reviews at their teacher conferences, although Max’s teacher said he has a hard time remembering not to sing all the time.
Jay hurt his back again, and has been hobbling around in pain all week.
And I managed to mess up the garage a little more in and effort to clean the garage. Which I know sounds counter-intuitive, but is really progress. I have to dig out all the clutter-infection to clean the wound so to speak.
And that, if you can believe it, is just a small sampling of what went on around here this week.
