It's so funny how kids think. Right now, C is praying each night that God will let her be a Pink Poodle when she grows up. She is serious! Totally freaks her big brother out..."C, you can't be a dog when you grow up. God made you a person. You will have be a person for your whole life."
About the changes...oh my goodness have we been bombarded since August 10th with changes. My little man, we have realized, is a bit behind in reading. I kind of suspected this area to be his toughest. But, when we receieved a letter stating that he was also behind in math and needed to be put in EIP for math as well, I kind of flipped a little. I mean, the boy can add money in his head, add any football, baseball or basketball score, tell time, days of the week, shapes, basic math facts...how is he behind??? Come to find out, he just wouldn't answer the questions. I mean, after 3 hours of new student testing, I can see how he would be DONE! Anyway, after speaking with both the EIP teachers and my hubby, we have decided to leave him in both programs for now, just for extra exposure. The curriculum has just gotten so hard and the pace so fast, how can we not give him every advantage available. Even the EIP teacher is not sure he'll be in the math program long, but to have a good solid start during this school year, it wll be worth it.
On to C...at her open house, I realized that there is no way she can stay at our beloved pre-school. The curriculum is just exactly what she had the past 2 years. My C is ready to begin reading...and they will only expose them to letter sounds after they go through all the letters again. C learned all her letters and sounds in the 2 year old class...Although she needs lots of practice writing the letters and numbers, she really seems ready to be challenged. So, my heart fell when I realized that for 4 days each week, she would be wasting her time (and our money)!
As soon as I got in the car, I got on the phone with my friend J, whose daughter is C's best friend and also in the class. I asked her what she thought about the open house (before I shared my thoughts), and her feelings were the same as mine. This wasn't going to work! I was so worried about changing schools without A and doing it the same week Baby E will be born. I felt like my hands were tied. Then, I called another friend, A. Her daughter is at another preschool...God's divine intervention was revealed. There were 2 slots available in a 5 day class. This school has computers, pe, music, cultural arts, and of course a Christian education. Sight words, writing, math...just what Pre-K needs to be! Still a half-day program, still the same amount of money...and an extra day for her to be at "big school" like her brother (whom she misses terribly while he's at school). I mean, even the teacher I liked best had been praying for 2 more girls to balance out her class. Could that have been any more prefect? Crisis #2 averted.
I have tried to get in touch with the old pre-school director all weekend to let her know about the new development, but I haven't been able to reach her. I hate to just not show up on time on Monday, so I guess I'll call them to let them know as we're on our way to drop my little girl off at her new school tomorrow morning. Now both of the 4 year old classes at our old pre-school will be down to 8 kids and with only 1 three-year-old class, I don't know if they'll make it past this year. It's a shame, but they need to step up their program. So does the Kindergarten...the teacher is wonderful, and it is a great transition program for someone who has a late birthday (like my E will have), but it's just not keeping up with all that is being pushed on the kids on public school. It's sad that we can't let our babies stay babies and just attend playschool. But, it's just not what they need.
Next, we realized that dragging 3 kiddos to dance on Thursday evenings was really not going to be the best option. With the new school for C, her Lunch Bunch days could change. Fabulous! There was a class with 2 openings for A and C to join on Thursdays at 12:45! Yay! So, I'll pick the girls up from school on Thursdays while J picks up her other daughter from her MDO class. We'll have a picnic-type lunch in the car and get to dance and be done all before L even gets out of school. Sweet Baby E will just be grabbing her naps when she can, I guess. But, Thursday nights won't be so stressful now! God has been keeping His hand on us guiding us right now. I am so thankful to his provisions.
In other news, I am enjoying my last week of pregnancy ever. I am so ok with this one being our caboose. I feel like we'll be complete. It's been a wonderful pregnancy, and I am so excited to meet my girl! I am going to try to write more about the pregnancy this week.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Drop-off
I dropped off my little guy at school early this morning. It was a zoo. People were everywhere, but he was so happy to be going to school. I wonder how long him popping up out of bed will last. One week? Three days? He's typically not a morning person,so we'll see.
I walked him to his class since we had a huge bag of supplies to deliver. He went right to his seat, across from his buddy from t-ball, and just waited. Another mom came up to talk to me and I just wanted to tell L good-bye. I began walking to the door and called out a good-bye to him. He just nodded his head and barely lifted his fingers in a wave to me. It was as if to say, "I'm fine, Mommy. You can go now."
Of course time is dragging by, and I can't wait until 2:20. C and I are going to the grocery store and then to lunch with friends to pass our time. I keep thinking how I wish L ate more breakfast...oh, well. He'll be fine!
I walked him to his class since we had a huge bag of supplies to deliver. He went right to his seat, across from his buddy from t-ball, and just waited. Another mom came up to talk to me and I just wanted to tell L good-bye. I began walking to the door and called out a good-bye to him. He just nodded his head and barely lifted his fingers in a wave to me. It was as if to say, "I'm fine, Mommy. You can go now."
Of course time is dragging by, and I can't wait until 2:20. C and I are going to the grocery store and then to lunch with friends to pass our time. I keep thinking how I wish L ate more breakfast...oh, well. He'll be fine!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The Night Before
It's been so long since I've posted, but I have finally stolen a few moments to get a few things recorded for me to remember. I'll go into more detail later, but for now, here are a few of our biggest happenings since Christmas 2008:
--On Dec. 30, my husbanded collapsed in pain and was rushed to the ER for emergency surgery for kidney stones. This was his first experience with kidney stones, but it was a doozie!
--New Year's Eve we attend the GT bowl game (Chick-fil-A Bowl against LSU)...yes, that's right, one day after my husband's emergency surgery to place a stint and remove a kidney stone.
--On New Year's Day, I found out I was pregnant! Yes, that's right! Number 3...a surprise...is on the way. But, with my man on major pain killers and not feeling well at all, I kept the news to myself. I was sort of freaked out...so I called my go-to gal, M, and hid in L's closet and let her talk me down from my panic.
--On Jan. 4th, my son was baptized. I can't explain the emotions I felt as I watched my oldest son take this public step in his Christian growth. His eternity is sealed by the precious blood of Jesus Christ. Thank you, Jesus!
My mom and grandparents came for the Sunday night event. My mom immediately figured out I was pregnant...but I still hadn't told my man! I took one more test, and it was again positive.
--Z was able to have his stint removed a few days later. The next day, he and I had a date night. I had planned to have him open a present at dinner containing the positive test and a GT onesie since the due date is Sept.7th (right in the heart of GT football)...I couldn't wait. I burst into tears after watching the movie before we even made it to the restaurant. He was excited, and I was relieved by his positive reaction. Of course with his sense of humor he asks, "Why are you crying? Is it not mine?" Always the kidder! He was so glad to know whay I had been acting so strangely.
--I went to the doctor in late January. After we found out everything was going well, we shared the news with L and C. They were thrilled! It was so precious to see the excitement on their faces. L immediately prayed for the baby and just couldn't stop hugging us. Morning sickness (at night) and exhaustion ensued, but didn't last as long as it did when I was pregnant with C. Z, who has not missed a guess of gender since I've known him, knew right away it was a girl. I wasn't sure.
--C had mono of all things around her 4th birthday. Party had to be postponed, which turned out to be a blessing because my L promptly threw up all over the floor the night that C's "Not Quite Spend the Night" party was to occur. With her mono, we kept things low-key for a few weeks. Tee came up to spend C's actual birthday with her, brought a cake, and took her to Build-A-B*ear. A fun day.
--C played pre-t...we weren't sure if she'd actually play since she told us that the only way she'll play is if she got to wear a pink shirt and a purple bat. Well, she did play, and she played well. Z helped coach and discovered that the little girl who seemed to have paid so little attention to her dad and brother when they practiced in the yard actually paid atention. She ended up being one of the better players on her team! She played with her cousin, Jackson, and they were cute.
--For the next few months, Z kept experiencing kidney stones. I mean, he even passed kidney stones in between innings of L's t-ball games he was coaching! (By the way, the t-ball team was awesome and Z is an incredible coach!) The weekend of L's birthday, we were scheduled to leave on an awards trip that Sunday. He spent Sat night after the games (double-header, of course) in the ER with another kidney stone. Fortunately, my mom and his mom were able to help out. The news he received at the ER was crazy. He had hyperparathyroidism and his calcium level in his blood levels were through the roof. Needless to say, we debated missing our trip to Miami Beach...but I talked him into going, just so we could rest.(Oh, I forgot to mention that I was doing a long-term sub at the time.) Our trip was fantastic.
--Upon our return, we began seeing doctors. Turns out, one of the leading parathyroid experts is local! It finally all made sense. Z's headaches, acid reflux, thinning hair, exhaustion, irritability, were all direct symptoms of this crazy parathyroid. Z had surgery in mid-May, and the doctor delivered the news that he'd not seen a pt tumor this size, nor had he had anyone with Z's calcium level that wasn't comatose! Scary! We had a few bumps in the recovery...including rushing Z back to the ER with symptoms of a possible heart-attack and then 2 days later again with symptoms of a stroke! Both are related to the reaction his body was having to a normal calcium level. His body thought it was not getting the calcium it needed, but slowly and surely we have our Z back!
--The week prior to leaving for Miami Beach, we found out that our family of five will have more girls than boys! As soon as the u/s tech announced the "girl", L looked at Z and said, "We are SO out-numbered. It's just you and me, now, Daddy!" The night before the appointment, we were talking with L and C to kind of prepare them that we don't get to pick if we were having a boy or a girl. C said, "I know it's a sister. I prayed for a sister, not a brother. I asked God for a sister because I already have a brother." I was pretty nervous that she might flip out if the news was not what she wanted.
--Fastforward to August 9th...the night before I drop my son off in first grade at the big school. I am nervous for him. I have been questioning our (mainly my) decision to keep him in a half-day kindergarten...but the alternative at our local school was not a viable option. I am thrilled with his teacher and para. Excellent! Now, to get them on a schedule that works before our baby girl arrives in a few weeks!
--On Dec. 30, my husbanded collapsed in pain and was rushed to the ER for emergency surgery for kidney stones. This was his first experience with kidney stones, but it was a doozie!
--New Year's Eve we attend the GT bowl game (Chick-fil-A Bowl against LSU)...yes, that's right, one day after my husband's emergency surgery to place a stint and remove a kidney stone.
--On New Year's Day, I found out I was pregnant! Yes, that's right! Number 3...a surprise...is on the way. But, with my man on major pain killers and not feeling well at all, I kept the news to myself. I was sort of freaked out...so I called my go-to gal, M, and hid in L's closet and let her talk me down from my panic.
--On Jan. 4th, my son was baptized. I can't explain the emotions I felt as I watched my oldest son take this public step in his Christian growth. His eternity is sealed by the precious blood of Jesus Christ. Thank you, Jesus!
My mom and grandparents came for the Sunday night event. My mom immediately figured out I was pregnant...but I still hadn't told my man! I took one more test, and it was again positive.
--Z was able to have his stint removed a few days later. The next day, he and I had a date night. I had planned to have him open a present at dinner containing the positive test and a GT onesie since the due date is Sept.7th (right in the heart of GT football)...I couldn't wait. I burst into tears after watching the movie before we even made it to the restaurant. He was excited, and I was relieved by his positive reaction. Of course with his sense of humor he asks, "Why are you crying? Is it not mine?" Always the kidder! He was so glad to know whay I had been acting so strangely.
--I went to the doctor in late January. After we found out everything was going well, we shared the news with L and C. They were thrilled! It was so precious to see the excitement on their faces. L immediately prayed for the baby and just couldn't stop hugging us. Morning sickness (at night) and exhaustion ensued, but didn't last as long as it did when I was pregnant with C. Z, who has not missed a guess of gender since I've known him, knew right away it was a girl. I wasn't sure.
--C had mono of all things around her 4th birthday. Party had to be postponed, which turned out to be a blessing because my L promptly threw up all over the floor the night that C's "Not Quite Spend the Night" party was to occur. With her mono, we kept things low-key for a few weeks. Tee came up to spend C's actual birthday with her, brought a cake, and took her to Build-A-B*ear. A fun day.
--C played pre-t...we weren't sure if she'd actually play since she told us that the only way she'll play is if she got to wear a pink shirt and a purple bat. Well, she did play, and she played well. Z helped coach and discovered that the little girl who seemed to have paid so little attention to her dad and brother when they practiced in the yard actually paid atention. She ended up being one of the better players on her team! She played with her cousin, Jackson, and they were cute.
--For the next few months, Z kept experiencing kidney stones. I mean, he even passed kidney stones in between innings of L's t-ball games he was coaching! (By the way, the t-ball team was awesome and Z is an incredible coach!) The weekend of L's birthday, we were scheduled to leave on an awards trip that Sunday. He spent Sat night after the games (double-header, of course) in the ER with another kidney stone. Fortunately, my mom and his mom were able to help out. The news he received at the ER was crazy. He had hyperparathyroidism and his calcium level in his blood levels were through the roof. Needless to say, we debated missing our trip to Miami Beach...but I talked him into going, just so we could rest.(Oh, I forgot to mention that I was doing a long-term sub at the time.) Our trip was fantastic.
--Upon our return, we began seeing doctors. Turns out, one of the leading parathyroid experts is local! It finally all made sense. Z's headaches, acid reflux, thinning hair, exhaustion, irritability, were all direct symptoms of this crazy parathyroid. Z had surgery in mid-May, and the doctor delivered the news that he'd not seen a pt tumor this size, nor had he had anyone with Z's calcium level that wasn't comatose! Scary! We had a few bumps in the recovery...including rushing Z back to the ER with symptoms of a possible heart-attack and then 2 days later again with symptoms of a stroke! Both are related to the reaction his body was having to a normal calcium level. His body thought it was not getting the calcium it needed, but slowly and surely we have our Z back!
--The week prior to leaving for Miami Beach, we found out that our family of five will have more girls than boys! As soon as the u/s tech announced the "girl", L looked at Z and said, "We are SO out-numbered. It's just you and me, now, Daddy!" The night before the appointment, we were talking with L and C to kind of prepare them that we don't get to pick if we were having a boy or a girl. C said, "I know it's a sister. I prayed for a sister, not a brother. I asked God for a sister because I already have a brother." I was pretty nervous that she might flip out if the news was not what she wanted.
--Fastforward to August 9th...the night before I drop my son off in first grade at the big school. I am nervous for him. I have been questioning our (mainly my) decision to keep him in a half-day kindergarten...but the alternative at our local school was not a viable option. I am thrilled with his teacher and para. Excellent! Now, to get them on a schedule that works before our baby girl arrives in a few weeks!
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