Stuff I don't want to forget.

1. Last night Brooke told us that at the end of EVERY SINGLE RECESS her teacher "wiggles her lip gloss and puts some on her lips". EVERY SINGLE DAY.

2. We pretty openly joke about how Brooke's pancreas is "lazy" or "dumb" at our house. (Occasionally I even allow the 's' word,'stupid', to be used. I'm cool like that.) It adds fun and blows off steam in an otherwise crummy situation.

A couple of days ago when Mary Tutu was home sick we went to Barnes and Noble for coffee/hot chocolate and sick day reading. Mary Tutu got a new coloring book and I picked up a copy of Think Like a Pancreas.

After school, Mary Tutu was telling the others about her sick day (trying to make them jealous, I suspect) and she told Brooke that Mommy got a new book called Think Like a Pancreas.

Brooke snorted and said, "All that's gonna do is make her dumber."

3. Second grade seems to be the magic year for us when it comes to filling our kids in on the birds and the bees. This summer, right before 2nd grade started, we tackled that issue with the girls. They were ready and handled it great, but it was different with them than it was with Bubba.

Bubba NEVER talks about it. The girls? ALWAYS have questions.

This morning on the way to school, Brooke wanted to talk about honeymoons. Mary Tutu was very indignant and insisted that there are SOME things we should keep PRIVATE. Brooke was quick to specify that she just wanted to talk about where she wanted to go on her honeymoon...Great Wolf Lodge.

Mary Tutu couldn't decide between Paris or Disney World.

The Kids

Me: Bubba, who's your favorite teacher this year?

Bubba: Mmmm...depends on the day.

Mary Tutu: So, let's say it's Monday...

The Girls' Summer Journal

I dont' really know what's with me and scrapbook posts lately, but...

This summer was the year for the girls to do their summer after Kindergarten journal. We love reading and re-reading Bubba's and the girls were super excited to make theirs.

I worked theirs a little differently than Bubba's. His was less focused on the scrapbooking part and more focused on the journaling part.

The girls are loving anything having to do with crafts right now, so I bought a couple of 8x8 scrapbook kits at Hobby Lobby. The kits came with a book, page covers, and everything you need to make 10 really cute scrapbook pages.

And directions...with pictures...

It was really easy to find all the pieces for each page. Then I just let the girls go to town recreating the pages they saw on the directions. Once the pages were done, they chose the pictures they wanted on each page, cropped, and journaled. It was a fun craft and perfect for the hot afternoons in West Texas.

Brooke wrote about our vacation to Sea World.

"The man was funy. The cil wels wr sand up. Thay wr osum." (The man was funny. The killer whales were standing up. They were awesome.)

Brooke also wrote about our summer scavenger hunt.

"The presis wR Big. Pool wus osum. we capt insid. it w osum." (The presnets were big. The pool was awesome. We camped inside. It was awesome.)

Mary TuTu also wrote about our vacation.

"I wit to LOST LAGOON. It was fun. I Fed The Dyphin. Hlding The fis was dsgsding." (I went to Lost Lagoon. It was fun. I fed the dolphin. Holding the fish was disgusting.)

More Sea World...

"I loved The sooz. 1 one of The sooz was Auz and Believe! one of The Thranr was Doing a thrick with one of The Dyphins." (I love the shows. One of the shows was Azul and Believe! One of the trainers was doing a trick with one of the dolphins.)

And one more about San Antonio...

"Thes picxshrs are jest radm. I Am standing in Fnt uF The Alamo!" (These pictures are just random. I am standing in front of the Alamo!)

S is for ...

...stitches

Wednesday I was subbing in 3rd grade when Mary TuTu's teacher walked calmly, but with purpose, into the classroom and said, "Get your purse, you're going to have to take Mary TuTu to the doctor. I'll find someone to cover this class."

OK.

She fell on the playground, and when I got to the nurse's office she had a sort of Braveheart look going.


After panicking just a little bit in the car, I took her to the Children's ER and she ended up with 3 stitches. Just three. Thank goodness.

The doctor said to return in 5 days and they would remove the stitches. I reminded him that Easter was in 4 days. And he sternly repeated, "Five days."

OK! I was just askin'.

We headed home and got the rest of her cleaned up and her clothes changed, and waited for Gran to pick up the other two kids and bring them home from school.

And then the crying began. She realized that since she left school early she missed Art. She'd been looking forward to making the Easter project.

Oh.

Gran saved the day by bringing sweet-tea-the-kind-that-comes-out-already-sweet from Sonic, and it took her mind off of Art for a while.

She insisted on going to church that night. She was determined not to miss anything else fun. And a little bit because she wanted to show everyone her war wounds.

And after that she was pretty much back to normal. She went to school the next day like nothing had happened. And when I picked her up after school she had all the stuff necessary to make the Art project she missed. Because the teachers at that school ROCK!

She looked precious in her Easter dress, even with the stitches. This morning (not a moment before five days later) we dropped the other two off at school and headed back to the ER to have the stitches removed. It took less than 5 minutes and she was back at school by 8:40.

And now that it's over, I can hardly remember what all the fuss and panicking was about. I'm sure it'll all come back to me once I see the hospital bill.

Remember the SS Drama Queen? When I was cleaning out Mary TuTu's backpack I found this math paper.

It made me smile. I also love that she drew the alligator teeth on the greater than/less than signs.

She loves school. She's soaking in everything. Pretty much every day she shows off something new she's learned.

I'd forgotten how much I love Kindergarten.

So I Don't Forget...

Yesterday I took the kids for breakfast at the donut shop. While we were eating, Mary TuTu, my sleep in, wake me for brunch diva, was savoring every bite of her chocolate donut with sprinkles. Donuts might be her love language. They are one of her comfort foods at the very least.

As she was expressing the euphoria she was feeling over the donut breakfast, a thought hit her. "I think I've found the job I want to do when I grow up. I can work at the donut store! I bet you get to eat all the leftover donuts, and I love donuts."

I looked at her sweet, chocolate covered face and replied, "Yeah, but you have to wake up early if you're going to work at the donut store."

"How early?" she asked.

"Well the store opens at 5:30 in the morning, so you would have to get here earlier than that so you could make the donuts before the store opens."

"Five thirty?! That's earlier than Dad wakes up to go to work!" Bubba added.

"Oh my goodness! That is early. That probably isn't the job for me, 'cuz I don't like to get up early." she decided.

From the donut shop we headed to get the girls' hair cut. We got there around 10am right as they were opening up. As we were leaving, Mary TuTu asked, "Mom, what time does this place open? 'Cuz I think I might like to work at a place like this, and do hair and stuff."

"Well, it opened right about the time we got here, 10:00 in the morning."

"Ok, I think I can handle that. That's it! I'm going to be a hair cutter when I grow up."

"If you're happy and you know it. . .

This is a test. I am trying to figure out how to post pictures. Most of the people reading this have already seen this pic, but. . .

I caught Mary TuTu playing Bible class today. She was singing "If You're Happy and You Know It" and telling her students about Baby Moses, or was it Jesus? She can't keep them straight yet.