Leftover photos off my phone this month. Nana Susan was eager to see the kiddos after we were gone all summer long! We met at Ruby Tuesday on the 1st and she had birthday presents for Wesley and Anna Kate.
When the kids are out of school and the cleaning lady is here - All four kids get banished to my bed so she can clean all the floors. As you can see, they can barely stand the cruel torture. Friends hangin' trees outside our door:
Promotion Sunday at Heritage! And then I passed on my sewing expertise to the next generation... replacing buttons. It's the one thing I can do:
Wes celebrated the end of summer with a tooth extraction. School started just in time for the ladies to enjoy a kid-free lunch at Harry's to celebrate Christie's birthday. Chimane, Shireen, Khaysy, Heidi, Christie, me and Daune:
Love these papers that came home the first week of school. Carigan's essay about summer was on the bulletin board outside of Mrs. Palm's room all summer:
Nana Susan had surgery on the 9th (the kids' first day of school) and
she was ready for visitors by the 11th. So I picked up the kids from
school and headed to the hospital. We passed a nurse in the hall and
she said, "Oh she will be SO happy to see you. She has been talking
about it all day." We had the Hames' over for dinner on the 14th, the night before we drove to Tennessee for the eclipse. Tate loved all the attention from Claire and Grace.
We got back from Tennessee late on the 21st, and Tate started his second
year of speech with Ms. Holly and Ms. Lauren the next day. Which also happened to be Erin's birthday! Happy Birthday, Sis!!
I submitted this picture to The Ledger, and it ran the day after we got back.^ -BELOW- Picture Day! First year that all four kids will be in one yearbook!
Carigan had her pink cast removed on August 25, and she went with green this time (with a little prodding from me, because she wanted blue and she's already done blue twice and I'm shallow enough to care so I bribed her with Panera. We're only one or two colors away from having used every single one). And while we're talking about shallow parenting, Wesley really wanted to play the saxophone like his daddy, and I really wanted him to play an instrument we already own so we don't have to cough up another chunk of change. But saxophone is not offered in 5th grade band. Wesley had to start with the trombone, and Mr. Fulton said he could try out for saxophone in 6th grade. So a couple weeks ago, Wesley tried out for saxophone, but they also made him try out for all the other instruments they were holding auditions for. Next thing I know, Wesley is giddily telling me he's been selected for french horn. Um, What? Now not only do we not get to use any of the saxophones Michael already owns, but we've been renting-to-own a trombone for no reason, and now we get to purchase a really REALLY expensive instrument instead (after we rent one from school for awhile, of course, because we want to make sure we're spending enough money here). Whatever. I'm told it's a compliment he was chosen for french horn, because it's a really hard instrument, and my friend Mindi (who is the new band director - woohoo!) said it's known for luring scholarships. So here's to french horn paying Wesleys' way through med school. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.
In other news, it's always amused me that LCS even stamps their preschool library books with their potential non-approval disclaimer. Then Tate checked out this book last week and suddenly I know why. We always have to park and wait for Wesley, because he gets out later. Tate crawled in my lap and pulled out his library book and I started reading. The girls and I were in tears we were laughing so hard. Where has this Roald Dahl book been my whole life??? Had we known it existed, I'm sure my dad would have read it to me every single night.
First night of Cotillion for the three amigos!
The kids may be back in school, but Tate is still home on Thursday mornings when the cleaning lady comes, before he goes to speech at noon. He was one step behind her this week, dust-busting behind her vacuum. I'm sure Ms. Debbie really appreciated the help.
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