September 7, 2009

• Poor Kenn - In case you got the sense from his post script to my last post that his injuries were being minimalized and perhaps fear that his care has not been what it should be, then rest assured,  you are correct.  Poor Kenn.  I must admit, with every injury my wifely nursing instincts have become somewhat flattened.  That and the fact that we now have one more kid than we did the last time he broke bones have meant that he has been oft time left to moan and groan on the couch while we buzz around seemingly not to care.  But we do.  Poor fella, we do.

  But onward we trod and to where?

  Kindergarten of course!!!!

   

  

  Big smile on the first day.  How cute is she?!  She decided to grow her bangs out the week before school started and so she started her school career in a state that is sure to drive her teachers crazy - hair in her eyes.

   

  

  She wanted to wear this "side pony tail."  I think this is how Ariel (The Little Mermaid) wears it in some Mickey Mouse video that we have (yes, yes, thanks again Pionke).  I just write this for future reference - Mom did NOT pick this hairstyle Shaels, or the big purple bow, you did.  But I must say, you wear it well

   

  

  The uniform actually has a lot more green in it than shows up in these photos for some reason.  These pics make it almost look like St. Ann's but I think it's actually what I remember to be St. Agnes (for those of us who grew up recognizing one ugly plaid jumper from the other).

   

  

  And here she is heading into the school on her first day.  I love this picture.  It was worth getting yelled at by the fine folks who run the drop off area.  Nuts to them I say.  

  I like this picture because on my way to work I could look down at the camera and see her walking confidently off to her first day in the big school.  She got out with a big smile and didn't look back.  She was for the most part, smiles all week.  

  What did we learn about her week?  Well, we did our best to grill her each day (like good parents should) and she did a fantastic job of giving up nothing (just like a typical kid).  We gleaned what we could in bits and pieces:

  • "You don't get much time to go to the bathroom.  You have to go quickly and get back or you might miss something." 
  • "The bathrooms are the "magical kind" (self flushing) but they don't flush on me."  (Hm....)
  • "You don't get much time to eat lunch."
  • "You don't get much time to nap."  (One day she came home and reported that they didn't even take out their mats.  They had to lay there heads down "on the hard tables.")
  • She made a friend named Will one day and a friend named Rachel another day.  Beyond that, "I don't remember anyone's name."
  • "We do a lot of praying." 
  • And she also reported that, "We don't do much."  but she came home exhausted everyday and fell asleep within minutes at night so they must be doing something. 

  We'll see what this week brings.

  Here's Chance in his big bed:

  

  This is what he gives me for the milestone shot.  I have about 10 shots of this.  Variations on hiding.  He's settled into his new bed fairly well.  The second night he woke up at some point and came out into the family room (luckily Kenn was sleeping out there - better for his shoulder).  Chance was half asleep and apparently walked in and said, "I need my helmet."  Kenn walked him back to bed.  A few nights later I heard him making some noises and then I heard a faint, "I need help."  I walked into his room and again I hear, "I need help" and there he is with his head face down on the floor and his legs still up on the bed - too sleepy to figure out where he was.

   

  

  He's full of himself these days.  Kenn took him for a quick trip to the store yesterday and they picked up some Raisenettes.  They were eating them on the ride home:

    Kenn:  When we get home you have to share some with Shaeleigh.

    Chance:  No.  I'm not going to share them.

    Kenn:  Yes, you have to share them.

    Chance.  No, I'm not.

    Kenn:  Chance, you want to share with Shaeleigh don't you?

    Chance:  NO, I'm NOT going to share.  THE END!

   

  Well, there you go.  And yet, he did share them.

   

  

  Shaeleigh and I played hookie the Thursday before school started. To celebrate the start of Kindergarten we had a Mom and Shaeleigh day.  We went to paint some pottery and then out to lunch. 

   

  

  Ah - the kids and the fish!  This is Sojourn #1 in her vase home. 

   

  

  And here's Sojourn #1 and Sojourn #2 swimming together after having upscaled their living quarters.  Both fishies still doing well!

   

  

  Yes, like father like son.  This isn't even the best of his tricks.  He stands on the thing with one foot kicked back, one arm in the air.  I suspect Kenn won't be the only one the doctors all know at Reston Hospital.

   

  

  It was pirate week at school last week.  He calls the bandana his, "Pirate Ship."  Then again he calls the cowboy hat his, "Yee Haw" and he calls his construction hat his, "helmet" so maybe he just doesn't bother with silly words like, "hat."

  

  Kenn snapped this one.  We've had big business at our hummingbird feeder the past few weeks.

  And now I must get to bed.  TTFN.

    

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