Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Trent was only at CCS one year in the two day preschool but he still knew Bruce Turner. He had seen me break down and cry when I was told the news about Bruce and so I shared with him what had happened. I wasn't sure how much he understood about death and then he said something I'm sure to never forget. He said, "Mr. Turner was sick mom and you said we won't be sick when we go to heaven. I think Mr. Turner is eating lots of candy and riding his bike. He can watch the kids in heaven go down the slide." I couldn't help picturing Bruce up in heaven keeping an eye on the playground, whistle and all :)
Last week I had my first experience with one of my kids cracking their head open. It wasn't horrible but the wound was still open after an hour so I took Kris down to the Urgent Care. He was so upset that he had to go to the doctor. He kept saying, "It's fine Mama. My heads fine." But then he would touch the spot and start crying again because it hurt. After seeing the doctor he decided to put three staples in for five days. My thought was that staples were better than stitches. Kris on the other hand proceeded to tell the doctor that he couldn't have staples put in his head because his mama said he would get in big trouble if he played with the stapler again. I sat holding numbing medicine on his head for twenty minutes (guess they wanted to be sure) and then the doctor came back in with his mini stapler and went to work. After seeing the doctors handiwork Kris was quite proud to let everyone know that he had staples in his head. I took him out to CCS to visit my mom and she had her class look at his head. The girls had a typical third grade reaction which was funny. Except I believe I hear Kyra say cool lol. On the way home Kris said, "I liked when the grills (girls) said ewww about my sthapelths (staples) mama. " Of course that would make him happy. He was quite disappointed to have his staples removed and wanted to keep them.
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned on here before that my sweet, adorable daughter collects TRASH. Yes that's right. Any kind of garbage she can get her hands on. She puts it in plastic bags and purses and puts them in her bed. The once a month cleaning where I went through all her toys and such turned to weekly and now daily. Sometimes she completely grosses me out. Why would you carry around the other half of your banana that you didn't eat from four days ago? Or a poopy diaper in your purse? Hey if I ever lose a receipt I needed I know where to find it. For some reason she sees all the trash as treasure. So yesterday she came out of her room looking like this.........
I was a bit mortified because my mind was starting to picture her in the future pushing a shopping cart full of junk down the side walk and stopping to feed the pigeons. And this is no joke. Not two minutes later she asked if she could put bread in her bags to feed the birds outside in the yard. Hopefully as she grows up she'll take an interest in make up and clothes lol. And yes all of those bags are filled with trash.
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