And while the weeks are dragging by, my favorite child's days at school are flying at warp speed. Don't even ask how I'm going to get through his pre-k graduation on May 17th. Because I'm not. I'm going to sob through the whole thing. And his last day at Milestone on May 24th? I cried when I told them that was the official date. Like wept.
And yes, he'll do pre-k again next year. At a different school. And then graduate again. And no, we aren't sure where. Lots of decisions coming down the pike, kids. LOTS.
But through all of that, there has been lots of laughter this week. Reese is 100% my child in most every aspect except two-- he's hysterically funny and completely accident prone. Those things have Lofton written all over them.
I signed my eight billionth accident report Thursday. Reese took a tumble down the sidewalk. He is just so clumsy. Maybe the giant feet? I'm not sure. Regardless there was bleed. And apparently when you're four, bleed is fine when your mama isn't around but as soon as she shows up it's reason to fall apart. Tears, requests to be held, band aids constantly applied, and gummy bears. Because, duh, gummy bears heal the world. What you can't see is the healing knee. Yes, I signed an accident report last week also.
So imagine our excitement that Friday was the trikeathon. Reese raised $53.00 in pledges for a special needs school in the Valley. Thanks grands and Cassie & Hugh! Although Reese refused to ride his bicycle-- still won't touch it-- he did ride his scooter. I literally couldn't breath between nine and ten Friday morning. I was just waiting for my I think Reese broke his arm call.
But he rocked it out. And according to him he won! Lofton and I were unaware the trikeathon was a competitive event, but whatever....
And then Daddy brought home a turtle--
Murtle was saved by my non-boyscout husband. She spent the day riding in his truck. We set her free in the backyard and hopefully Murtle found a good safe home. Also I sold a car. My parents have been trying, unsuccessfully, to sell Jackson's truck. He needs something more gas-friendly to zip around town in. I casually mentioned to a friend at school that the truck was for sale and wouldn't you know, it was exactly what her teenage son was wanting. That's me-- making dreams come true for kids of all ages. It's probably the first and last truck I'll ever sell, but I'm pretty impressed with myself. My dad's dad, Granddaddy Buck, would have been proud of me, too. He really wanted my dad to be a car salesman instead of a teacher. And look at me! Best of both worlds.
Six more Mondays, peeps! Then we'll be drinking margaritas with our toes in the sand...
2 comments:
I loved this post, you funny best friend of mine. Best of both worlds, indeed. xoxo
PS Obviously he won. Was there another option?
The teachers at Milestones asked us if we forgot it was bike day, and we said, um no, Liam still can't ride his tricycle and he's almost 4.
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