Thursday, September 1, 2011
Good one
"Hey, Mom, I hurt my eye," H said as he got in the car yesterday after playing at a friend's house.
"What happened?"
"I was riding L's rip stick and I had a slingshot around my neck. I fell off and the slingshot flew up and hit me in the eye. My eye was blurry at first but I can see just fine now."
Really?!! The first time ever that you attempt to ride a rip stick (kind of like a skateboard but it requires even more balance and finesse) and you decide that a slingshot around your neck is a good idea?
He has a nasty scratch above his eye and one below it and the eye itself is kind of red. I did a vision test and he seems ok, but really, sometimes I wonder about these kids of mine. I did instill a "no slingshot" rule, which I'm thinking now that we've probably gone over before. I asked H if at any point he thought, "Hmm, maybe my mom wouldn't want me to do this." He said no.
I think I need to work harder to instill the fear of their mom in these kids.
New school year
So, the school year has begun. T is adjusting quite well to a longer school day (hasn't come home complaining once yet that school is too long, so I'm grateful for that). S is planning on doing "The Great American Challenge" which is memorizing things like the Preamble to the Constitution, the Gettysburg Address, all of the U.S. presidents, and names and locations of all the states. I'm excited for her to understand more about our country. H has a teacher who's brand new to the school and so, his class is out in the trailers.
During the day now, it's just me and the twins. It's definitely a lot quieter, but also more dangerous. I don't have my three spies anymore to tell me what the twins are doing. Sometimes a quiet house is a nice thing, like when A2 is quietly playing with toys and N is sitting on my lap. And sometimes it means they've yet again shoved DVDs into the PS3. (Luckily, one was sticking out, so I got all three out, with the help of my tweezers.)
Here's hoping it's a great year for all my kids!
During the day now, it's just me and the twins. It's definitely a lot quieter, but also more dangerous. I don't have my three spies anymore to tell me what the twins are doing. Sometimes a quiet house is a nice thing, like when A2 is quietly playing with toys and N is sitting on my lap. And sometimes it means they've yet again shoved DVDs into the PS3. (Luckily, one was sticking out, so I got all three out, with the help of my tweezers.)
Here's hoping it's a great year for all my kids!
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