back to school-"day five"...

we made it through the first week hooray. drop off, no problem. took his own lunch today, school lunch options no good. went swimming, no break down, dad met us at the pool. PE today, still no balls, just learning their place in the gym. they each have a spot that is designated by the numbers and letters on the walls, isaac is F9.{at least that's what i think he told me i'll have to ask again, good thing his memory is better than mine.} just forgot to wear our school shirt, it's a friday thing. i'll try and remember next week.

back to school-"day four"...

aka. the sucky drop off. today was the first day we had to drop isaac off at the door. he got all quiet and kept giving me hugs, i felt horrible. we were early so we just hung out for a little while. finally one of the ladies who helps at the kindergarten door asked him if he wanted her to walk him to class he nodded and left. i put my sunglasses on and cried. good thing i had some good distractions in the form of beck and true to keep my mind occupied for the next little bit. i cried a few more times that day but when we went to pick him up he said he had had a good day. lunch was cheese ravioli and pineapple, both of which he didn't eat much of because he busted his lip on beckam's head tuesday night and he said they burned. poor kid, no wonder he lost it as we were leaving the swimming pool that evening. we stopped to swim since this is our last week, and he was so tired and hungry by the end and his mean mom didn't want him to eat another granola bar because it was 5:15 and we were going home to have dinner. then i forgot to remind him to get his bike till after he had taken 3 steps in the wrong direction. and to top it off i cut him off in the driveway, while trying to line my bike up for trailer backing, that was the last straw. he was crying and ramming my bike with his, i just felt bad for him. it's been a long, hungry week. oh and one thing i forgot. this morning when i woke him up i asked him what he wanted for breakfast to which he replied," some zucchini bread and a nap". {poor kid started out tired.} oh but on the positive side he did have his first art class today and there weren't very many rules. they even got to color a picture, he used markers and made an orange sun with yellow around it.

true's 18 month stats...

yes it's a little late in coming but we finally made it to the dr.'s office on wednesday. we never made it to our 15mo. so he got 4 shots and a finger prick since he was anemic last time we were there. no more anemia and looking great.

height: 32 1/2 in. {50-75%}

weight: 22 lbs. 7oz. {10%}

head: 47cm {25-50%}

dear true,

you are so full of energy i just don't know what to do.

could you possibly consider slowing down just a little or at least concentrating said energy

on just one part of the house. every time i turn around you are unloading my

kitchen cabinets, throwing toys through the railing upstairs so they make dents

on our wood floor downstairs{you even hit me with a rather large horse from your brother's knights the other day while i was picking up the first one you had thrown, it hurt bad.}

you love to help with the laundry which means you put the clean clothes back to the washing machine or that you insist on trying to launder our shoes. you are loud and noisy and think it is hilarious. you let us know just what you want even when you don't know the word. "i want that" is a very common phrase. you are in the kitchen wanting something to eat or drink all the time. which means you make a huge mess followed by another tub for the day{i bathe you approx. 5 times a day}. you love to play mark, set, go and throw yourself onto soft things. i always know when you want to play because you back yourself up against something and look at me with a smile and say, "mark". i'm proud

you have your middle name down at such a young age. you still let me hold you tight and snuggle you all the time, and i love it. you run to your brothers and give them hugs and kisses

every night before bed and then yell bye at them as we are walking up the stairs.

you love to sit and read stories and then you help me sing, but

that has been our tradition for sometime. you're not a baby anymore you run with the big boys.

you get really mad that they won't let you go down the slides and off the

diving board at our pools. you wear me out, and i love ever minute of it.

love, your adoring mom