Another day, more adventures!

Lucy needs a friend! Right after the boys left for school this morning she sat in front of HER mirror and has a conversation with herself! She would ask herself questions most of the time referring to Dante and Stone... And then would answer them. She was having a good time, laughing and carrying on.



This gives a whole new meaning to bottomless bag of cheetos!
Check out "Scarey Big Bird" She loves Big Bird and has a new one and this 20 year old handed down with love from her Godmother Kelsey. She calls it "Scarey Big Bird", no lie! But loves it just as much as her new one!













This is one of my favorite parts of my day. Reading Stone's notebook. Most of the time it reads well, "Stone sat "better" at circle time", or "Stone enjoyed being the helper today". Sometimes, it reads more like an adventure, "Stone did circles aroung the classroom". Today was a hard day, but very typical for Stone. I knew something went wrong the minute I looked into one eye through his glasses and the other eye over his glasses. The first thing he says while getting off the bus (without looking at the stairs in total faith that mom will catch me) is "My glasses are broken.". The second is, "I got eggs". The bus driver and helper also told me he was very proud of his eggs and talked about them the whole way home!
Which leads me to "the troubles". The note says he lost an egg. If each child was supposed to have 10 and he had only 9...LOOK OUT! I am sure the replacement was nothing like the original, which was a dilema in itself that only rubbed in the fact that he lost one of HIS eggs. Or it might have been broken or mishaped or the wrong color.....
If that wasn't enough... he goes on to show his inability to "watch out" for dangerous situations. We've all been bonked by someone on a swing, most likely due to carelessness, once. Stone could run out in front of the swings at the park not just once, but 2-3 times each visit. This one left him with bent up frames, but no bodily injury.
He'll start the next fashion rave with my solution!





So tidbit on Dante...Football last night, he gets to run the ball as his team goes through plays. I only needed to give him one pointer. Look just as excited when you know your not getting the ball as you do when you know your getting the ball. From 50 yards away, I could tell every time Dante would be passed the ball as they set up their offense. Can't blame him for being excited. He still is scared to get hit, and has yet to experience a real one! I still have that hope that the BIG HIT may detour him away from football! He came home with a real bad bruised arm last week, that almost called for a visit to see the x-ray machine....all I could think about was baseball season.