Trip to Venice! Buon Viaggio!

At the library Harrison checked out "Olivia goes to Venice" by Ian Falconer. Do you know Olivia? She's a very energetic, precocious, strong-willed little pig. On her latest adventure she traveled to that many-canal'd city. It was a cute story and both boys loved it.

The next day Harrison said, "Guess what, Mom. Dad told me you've been to Venus!"

No my child, it only seems that way.

I've not traveled outside Earth's orbit, but I have been to Italy.

The kids have a 4-day weekend in honor of Nevada Day, and Bryce grandly offered to take us to the City of Lights, the City of Water--to Venice.

But instead of Venice, Italy (which would be too crowded this time of year with Carnivale anyway)--we went to the Venetian in Las Vegas. As The King would say after a pizza Margherita, Viva il Venezia!

Two things the boys wanted to do were ride in a gondola and eat gelato. Everyone was cool with that.

The kids were fascinated by watching the gondoliers.

It was nice to have Miss Bella along for Mary. Living in a world of brothers, she likes to bring a substitute sister along whenever she can!

 The gondolier told the kids to keep their hands in the boat. He jokingly said he'd count their fingers at the end to make sure they hadn't lost any. I sat by Cam, who was very serious and solemn about the threat of losing a digit.

Our gondolier had an Italian accent and he was a lot of fun! He belted out "Santa Lucia" pretty convincingly.

Tyce and the girls had their own gondola with a female gondolier.

At the end of the ride she held her hand out to Tyce first and he stood up. She said, "You failed! Ladies first!" and the other gondoliers teased, "Oh man, you got owned."

The shops were decorated so gorgeously for fall.

The picture doesn't do it justice but these vines were breathtaking.

We traveled by foot to the Piazza San Marco. It looked quite authentic except it was way too clean, way too small, and way too restauranty. But the most telling thing of all--no pigeons. (And thank goodness for that.)

We got there just in time to watch an opera buffa, which I loved. I am serious...I want to be a street performer. Hello, look at those costumes! And look at that teeny stage! Who wouldn't want to hang out with jugglers and stilt-walkers while singing your heart out?

The kids got gelato during the show: their choices were, starting with Cam: spumoni, blood orange (my fave), spumoni again, cherry (super delish), and mint chocolate chip.

Mary and Bella paid a buck and posed with the living statue! During this photo Cameron yelled, "I'm going to steal your $20!" to see if he could spur the statue into motion. (Scaring the statue: FAIL. Humiliating the parent: WIN.)

When I'm a street performer, this will be my business casual.

Pumpkin carvers attracted huge crowds. Their work was amazing.

Ugh, how creepy and talented is that?

The moving sidewalks through Madame Tussaud's wax museum--the girls just wanted to ride.

Poor Bella, she almost lost her head. Mwahahaha.

Bella took this gem of a picture.

Later we ate at the Grand Lux Cafe. The kids got to play with Wikki Stix, the greatest waiting-for-dinner activity ever created.

So it was a nice quick trip. We would have loved to have stayed, but as I learned in my own travels to Lo Stivale ("the boot") so many years ago...you can leave Venice but a little piece of Venice will always stay with you!

Pumpkin Guts, Pumpkin Brains

Oh, the squishy joy of digging in there. Thank goodness for Monday night Family Home Evenings or I don't know when we'd ever fit in the fun. (Not sarcasm.)

This is the first year that the boys could do a lot of the work themselves.

Bella came over. As you can see, these girls are two peas in a pod.

"The brains! Must eat more braaaaaains!"

Tyce was intent. And if I'm honest, intent mostly on avoiding getting his picture taken.

The kids' spooky faces as they pose by their frightening creations!

It would be miracle if the jack-o-lantern's lasted a week until Halloween night, but we'll enjoy them as long as we can. We sure do love these fun-loving kids!

That Awkward Moment

Bryce drives Mary to school. One morning as she exited the car Bryce called out, "Have a great day, beautiful!" She gave him a friendly wave. Later that night she sat at the kitchen table coloring. Bryce said, "I love you, Mary."

She put down her crayon and said, eyebrow raised, "Dad, I wish you would stop saying these things at such inconvenient times."

"You mean like this morning, when I called out to you in front of your friends?"

"No, I mean like now when I'm sitting here just minding my own business."

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Suddenly scenes from my life--snippets, really--are flashing across the screen of my mind. That friend who needed my shoulder to cry on. That book I read. That class I attended. That phone call I made. That family with the problems. Such random things, and yet they fit together now in a most unsettling epiphany. Maybe the people and things in my life have given me what I need to get through this.

Ohhhhhhh my word.

Sometimes when you get news--it's all you can do keep going.

God give us the strength to travel the rocky path ahead.

The Twins' 7th Birthday!

I told the boys I'd let them have a friend party this year. However, I have yet to plan the thing, and their birthday was September 3rd. Lame, I know. I thought I'd write about their big day after we'd had the big party, but since that hasn't happened yet . . . well, I just need to get on it.

So their birthday was on a Saturday and Cameron and Harrison were so excited to go on a treasure hunt for their first present. We drove to Donna's house, where a surprise awaited them!

Ringing the doorbell. The suspense!

Just inside the door--brand new bikes!

They were definitely due for  updated vehicles.

They were pretty anxious to get on and ride!

Tyce rode with the boys all the way back to our house!

We followed along in the car for a bit. Amazing how some people can ride and pose at the same time.

Going down Burkholder on a gorgeous day. . . you can even see the Strip from here. Thank you so much, Donna, for harboring the bikes until the big reveal!

Later they opened their other gifts.

New shirts from Grandpa Al (who spent the weekend with us), and Grandma Judy.

Their "birthday cake"--during our family party the missionaries showed up and got a cool treat. Perfect timing for them!

While the men watched the BYU game I took Cameron and Harrison swimming and diving at the indoor pool. That night they were scheduled to go to Chuck E. Cheese's with their friend Johnathan (who shares the exact same birthday) but their family had an emergency room visit and couldn't make it. So we had a movie night and called it good. Maybe it was all the excitement but the boys were exhausted by 7 pm.

We love Cameron and Harrison and are so grateful for them. What would life be without these twin boys? Less interesting, less joyful, and less fun, that's for sure. Their different personalities and their super-tight bond make me wish I were a twin myself. I love being a mom to two terrific boys! I hope this will be a great year for them both. We love our Cammer Jammer and Scary Harry!

Birthday lunch at school with Harrison, Emily, and Cameron, super-cute 1st graders.

Doggie Swim Day

The outdoor pools close after Labor Day but in one last hoorah to summer, Black Mountain hosts a swimming day for dogs!

Katie was not a fan of swimming.

She preferred to take shelter under tables and between my legs.

But she was fine away from the pool. Mary and Katie won 2nd place in a dog-and-owner look alike contest!

They liked playing with their new squeaky toy. All the other dogs liked it, too.

The lighting was lovely on this one.

Katie even got samples of dog treats.

Smooches!

Many dogs actually had fun racing and chasing in the water! They were fun to watch.

Two beautiful girls, wouldn't you say?

My camera battery died before Bella and her adorable dog got there, but here's a picture of cute Cosmo. He and Katie are best friends and loved being together at the pool!

All Manner of -Ites

Glory be, we have cute kids. Life would not be the same without the funny things they say.

When we were a the Hardys' last week Kim showed me her newest yard sale finds--four tall chairs. She wanted to use them as barstools but wasn't sure they'd work. Harrison exclaimed, "Pupite chairs! They have pupite chairs! Pupite!" As you can imagine I was horribly confused.

"Like ours, Mom. Our new tall table Dad bought from that guy? We have tall chairs like these."

Of course it made perfect sense then: PUB HEIGHT. We just bought a pub-height kitchen table and chairs off of craigslist. And yes, Kim's chairs were the same size.

There's something about that fake word that makes it run through my head when I'm not thinking of anything else.

"Pupite! Pupite!"

The Least of My Worries

The dishwasher is still not fixed. Can you believe it's been so long? Seriously, this has been going on for over 3 weeks. The old-guy repairman came twice and it seemed like he didn't know much about dishwashers. Bryce said the second time he started mashing buttons on the control panel and said, "I have a feeling it's going to work. Let's just run a cycle and see. Gotta go." Okay....bye. And thanks for not fixing anything? See you in another 2 weeks, or however long it takes you to get back out here.

But now something good. I volunteered in Cam's class yesterday. What cute kids--seriously adorable. There's a girl I have my eye on for Cam, fast-forward 20 years. I got to help make applesauce in Harrison's class last week and it was a blast. I'm so glad I can be part of these little boys' school days a few times a month.

Have you watched the show "The Sing-Off"? It is our new favorite. I don't know how the judges can possibly narrow it down to one winner--those groups are amazing. But we are rooting for Vocal Point from BYU--one of Bryce's best friends (Shaun Koldewyn) was one of the early members of the group in the mid-90s. He wrote and is the bass voice (the wolf) on The Three Little Pigs Rap. Love that song, love Shaun, miss him every time we hear old school Vocal Point. It's hard to believe he's been gone almost 10 years.

Now I've got to take Tyce to a practice. Mary has an appointment right after school, then the boys need to get picked up. Run run run, but it's good.

Today Was a Hard Day.

Adolescence is a period of rapid changes.  Between the ages of 12 and 17, for example, a parent ages as much as 20 years.  ~Author Unknown


To young people (particularly my own): Your parents are on your side. They really are. They love you through good times and bad, and they will never stop.

Colt of the Month!

"For being a good friend and a good helper" . . . our Cammer Jammer was chosen to be his class's Colt of the Month!

I was so proud of him when I found out. "When is the ceremony?" I asked.

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. It was today," Cameron replied. "Sister King and Sister Hafen were there, though. They were nice to me and Sister Hafen took pictures."

Well, thank heaven for friends who love my kids and pitch in when I'm out of the loop. Seriously grateful for awesome people like Shannon and Danette.

Cameron and his certificate.

Cameron with Kyle H. and Tommy K., fellow 1st grade Colts of the Month!

I found his invitation the next day, in a pocket of his backpack! Oh man, I wish I had been there. It's always nice to see your children recognized for the good things they do. I sure am proud of Cameron--he's truly a great kid and we all just love him to pieces! Way to go, Cam!

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In other news, I enjoyed the Saturday session of General Conference. If you saw it . . . how adorable was President Monson? I think he's turning into quite the comedian. I also enjoyed President Packer because it was to the youth (and very good), and Elder Scott because he talked about his love for the scriptures (and he referenced many Old Testament verses).

Also, our dishwasher's been broken for a week and the repair guy must be making money hand over fist, because he's in no hurry to get to our problem. Feel sorry for me, because I have had to do dishes . . . by HAND . . . for like 9 days. Actually, I will confess that I did about 5 days worth of dishes today. And Bryce did about 4 days worth, so maybe we've only had an empty sink twice. I kept waiting for the guy to come! Hello. I'm a modern girl suffering through these primitive conditions, but as I learned in Conference today: I must--and I will--endure.

A Moment Between a Brother and a Sister

Yesterday Tyce asked me to drop something off to him after an after-school practice. I had Mary with me, and she was amenable to making one more stop before going home. I thought it would be nice for her to be the one to make the hand-off and she was shy but willing. She got out of the car and started walking towards the choir room. Tyce met her half way and enveloped her in giant bear hug.

Finally they separated and Tyce waved a "thank you" to me. As Mary walked back to the car I could tell she was surprised by what had just happened.

Buckling her seat belt, she looked at me and said, "I suppose you think that looked very sweet, don't you. What you couldn't tell is that he practically squeezed my guts out." But she couldn't stop herself from smiling.

The love language of siblings: there's not much higher than a gut-crushing bear hug.

Remember this from Christmas Eve? It's a classic.

Surreal

When we pick up one end of the stick, we pick up the other . . .

Today is a hard day. Funny how the things you dread, when they happen . . . it's like watching a scene from a movie. You'd think it would feel more intense.

Tough love is a hard thing.

Tales from the Bus

Yesterday Mary said, "Mom, guess what I learned from the boys on the bus."

Oh gravy, I can only imagine. "What's that?" I asked.

"I learned three ways a paper clip can maim and ten ways a math book can kill a person," she reported, half disgusted and half impressed.

I know it's bad but all I could think was Thank goodness that's all you learned.

Miss Mary at Lake Mead.

 

Classroom Management

I really love my Seminary class, each and every person. I love getting to know each student better and I appreciate their different personalities, interests, and contributions to our discussions. Like I've said, Sister Bindrup and I truly have some of the best youth in the stake. However . . . the class is unmanageably large. Forty kids is too many, sorry, I'm just going to say it.

I've heard people say, Yes, but the numbers will get smaller as the year goes on. I would counter with this: Which students do you hope stop coming? Which ones deserve to fall by the wayside? Which ones don't need rescuing? We want them all, plus more. But it seems incongruent to encourage our students to invite their friends when we hardly have room or resources to handle the number of those who already come to class.

I am really passionate about reaching "the one". I feel that it's vital to people--young people, especially--to feel loved. With our current class size, that's hard. We're not strengthening the most motivated ones, and we certainly aren't reaching the struggling ones. Perhaps my main issues are with classroom management--I have room for improvement there. (Today the kids were mostly attentive but extremely chatty. And I noticed as I walked around that some kids didn't even have their scriptures out. It's too easy to hide in a very large group like that.) But what I really want is the kids to learn, to enjoy the scriptures, and feel the joy that comes from studying and applying gospel principles in their lives.

I'm not one to complain (other than to my husband or to you) but I might really push for a class split. I would much rather lose 20 kids but know they are well-cared for by another set of teachers than lose 20 students in my own class to disinterest and unmet needs.

Better Busy than Dead

 4:58 a.m.  Send text to Rebecca S. saying Tyce has volleyball right after school and I won't be driving Spencer home.

 5:00 a.m.  Speed-shower for the day.

 5:59 a.m.  Leave for Seminary inservice (5 minutes late).

 7:20 a.m.  Remember I have Mary's binders in my minivan; ditch after-meeting conversation to meet Bryce and Mary (and the twins) at the junior high in the nick of time.

 7:35 a.m.  Help finish twins' homework (confession: I drew a picture with my left hand on Harrison's reading log under the prompt "Draw a new cover for your favorite book"). Make breakfast. Give meds. Shower and dress boys. Supervise teeth-brushing. Write excused absence notes. Let them buy school lunch.

8:55 a.m.  Find a place to park at school, just in time for Friday's flag ceremony. Walk boys to their classes. Success!

 9:15 a.m.  Arrive home, pet the dog, check Facebook.

 9:55 a.m.  Put leash on the dog for her salon appointment (5 minutes late).

10:30 a.m. Pick up dog (looking good after her "pawdicure"), go to Fresh 'n Easy. Park in shade.

10:39 a.m.  Drive home with ingredients for a really good salad.

11:00 a.m.  Put stuff away, survey the house. It looks like a tornado came through. Should I get to cleaning? Of course. Will I? Hm, maybe. I have a book I'm trying to read ("Stone Tables" by Orson Scott Card) that is calling my name.

Later the kids will come home and tonight is Basic's Homecoming game against Coronado. I can only imagine how jazzed those high-schoolers are today.

Oh man, it's not even noon and this has already been a long day.


“My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.” -- Erma Bombeck

Oh Erma, we have a lot in common. 

The Best Laid Plans

1. Yesterday Cam and Harrison were prescribed Z-packs, steroids, and cough syrup for their wicked sickness. The pharmacy guy asked me if I wanted the medicines flavored, because some of them were known to taste pretty bad. I asked the boys and they were excited by the menu of fruity choices; they chose watermelon, sour apple, bubble gum, and orange twirl. I joked that I felt like we were ordering slushes at Sonic.

I don't know what the original tastes would have been, but the flavored meds were horrible (especially the sour apple!). Poor Harrison suffered through his and then rinsed his mouth out repeatedly.

2. Carmen and I finally got together to work out at my house to P90X. We had Carmen's girls, my boys (for just today) and right as we got into it . . . Mary's school called. She was throwing up in the nurse's office. I left Carmen with four kids and a dog while I retrieved my sickie. I feel like I hardly worked out at all! And poor Mary, who did such a good job of getting ready on time and looking nice, only made it through a quarter of the school day.

3. Speaking of school, Tyce handed me his picture order sheet this week. But he went to school today without any money--I never even saw him. Good thing we're getting family pictures (and individual pictures) soon but I feel bad that I dropped the ball on this.

Sometimes it seems like the harder I try the crazier things turn out.

Manipulation

One day the doorbell rang and my little kids scrambled to answer it. "Mom! It's for you!" they cried as they pushed and shoved each other for the best view of the visitor. I thrust my leg across the threshold to keep my puppy-like preschoolers from escaping. On my porch was a very handsome young black man, selling a cleaning product.

"Really? Another salesperson?" I inwardly groaned. I had a NO SOLICITORS sign up once but it had disappeared. I had my rejection speech down as pat as any salesperson's pitch: "Nothankyounotinterestedgoodbye" as I shut the door. I'd done it dozens of times.

But this guy threw me off my game. He completely charmed me, mesmerized me, and put me under his spell. I don't even know how it happened. He complimented me and I fell for his lines. He spun his sales pitch like it was written for me, with clever rhymes and polished cadence. Before I knew it I had bought his magical cleaning supplies. I hated myself while I wrote the check--for $100!--but I couldn't stop it. I knew there was nothing special about those chemicals but yet I was compelled to buy three bottles.

He left and I shut the door. I looked at the name of the product on the bottles, Avantage . . . and realized I'd bought cleaner from a company that couldn't even spell a real word. A one hundred dollar mistake? What a fool I was! I hid the bottles and tried to hide my shame along with them. I made a new NO SOLICITORS sign and slapped it on my door. Don't come around and sell your snake oil to me again! I'm on to you!

Sometimes I've been charmed; sometimes I've been intimidated. After I'd graduated from college I needed a job; one morning I searched through the newspaper's classifieds. I called on one that was vague but intriguing. I spoke with a young professional man who used terms like "self-starter" "immediate growth" and all the other buzz-words that surround multi-level marketing. There was also travel involved, and we only had one car. I was turned off by his attitude and knew this wasn't the job for me. He was persistent, strong-arming me to bring my husband to an informational meeting. Trying to be diplomatic I said, "I will have to ask my husband about it." The interviewer snidely asked, "You have to ask your husband for permission to get a job?" That did it! I hate confrontation and I sure wasn't going to cave in to a bully. I hung up without another word.

And I thought I'd wised up. I certainly haven't bought anything like that again I haven't taken a job I didn't want. Perhaps because I've become more savvy in that department, I thought I was doing well, perhaps immune to manipulation. Well, if I had no children I might still pat myself on the back. Kids are the ultimate salespeople, the ultimate charmers. I can't tell you the number of times I've bought into a plan, idea, or excuse that when I explain it to Bryce, it dawns on me: I've been played like a fiddle.

Sometimes it's done in a positive way: offering to help me, distracting me with a story from school. Other times it's done negatively: guilting me into helping/doing/enabling, or going for my personal jugular (like the one night a child told me that God didn't want me to have kids because I would have been--and am--a terrible, uncaring, lazy mother). And other times I don't even realize it's going on at all. There have been two times when professionals have proffered that *I* wasn't really running the show at our house. At first I scoffed, because, hello, I'm the mother, I'm the boss. But when you weigh the facts and evidence there's a lot to support the claim that there are certain things I'm not in control of at all. Somewhere along the line, slowly, I have bought hundreds of proverbial $100 cleaners--for the sole reason that I am charmed by the seller. And sometimes, wanting to avoid a fight.

The thing is, I love my kids so much that I want to help. Do things. Etc. 

Now that I know what's going on and want to change it . . . oh boy, it's not going to be an easy road. I read a really good article that make me feel like the author has been spying on our household. But it is what it is . . . all we can do is move forward and try our best.

Today

This week it rained so hard the twins wondered if they would cancel school. They aren't used to thunderstorms--to them it felt like what they see on TV, a natural disaster. They were happy to wear hooded jackets and "accidentally" step in puddles going from car to building, though. I feel sorry for those poor teachers who had to deal with the excited and soggy kids!

Yesterday I brought Katie to meet Mary as she came off the bus. It was a gorgeous, cool afternoon. How nice it will be to have that fall weather on a regular basis (eventually--I know we have triple digits coming again).

I got to eat lunch with Bryce today. We have been coming and going in opposite directions and so I met him by his office at a Halal kabob place. I parked by his building and then we walked over together . . . it reminded me of our vacation to NYC. The traffic, the cigarette smoke, and the many different food smells blended together to transport me to my happy place. Or maybe it was just walking with my honey down a crowded street?

We saw this guy:

or a guy wearing this costume, holding a sign for apartment renting. Anyone swayed by Stewie Griffin is not someone I'd ever want to be neighbors with.

Now I'm off to take Tyce to volleyball. Then Mary will come home, then I get the twins, then dinner....this is the price I pay for free time.

(But it's worth it.)

First Days of Seminary

I really look up to my team-teacher, Sister Bindrup. I don't know how I always get the awesome partners! We set up in the Primary room, expecting about 25 kids. Imagine our surprise when we had 39 show up! That's 39 *freshmen*. The next day we had even more. They were extremely quiet--a little awkwardly so--but I'd take that any day over the rowdiness and insanity of my sophomore class last year. (It's crazy how much I still love those kids--man, that was a rough initiation to teaching.) Today the freshmen participated more and are still well-mannered. No one talks over me or texts or snores through class, as far as I can tell. I think it must be a really great group of kids. I know several of them--maybe half--and they are some of the sharpest kids in the stake. I look forward to getting to know the rest of them, to mold them and bend them to my will. Just kidding.

I have slept, hm, not-at-all these past two days. I just sort of napped at night, skimming over the top of real, deep sleep. I tossed and turned, worried I'd forget to get up, churning over the lesson, rearranging the classroom, etc. Ugh. It's a wonder I can function today. I even dreamed that I was out of town and didn't have to teach today at all--I was surprised to wake up to find that I was in my own bed with my cell phone's alarm ringtone playing at 5:00 a.m. Once I get up I am happy to go.

Did you know that the word "testament"  can also be translated as "covenant?" And doesn't that make perfect sense, that the Old Testament was before Christ's coming and the people lived the Law of Moses (their covenant) and that the New Testament is about Christ's mortal ministry, Atonement, and the church thereafter (fulfilling prophesy as the Messiah and thus doing away with the preparatory law, the Law of Moses--thereby ushering in the new covenant)?

One thing I love about our class this year is that Sister Bindrup divided the kids into four Zones with a Zone Leader for each. This week Zone 1 is in charge of getting the prayers, music, devotional, etc. I love that the Zone Leader welcomes and conducts the opening exercises. Our first devotional was first-rate, exactly the kind of devotional other kids can use as an example. Good job, Zack King! I am constantly impressed with the awesomeness of young people. I'm really glad to be teaching Seminary with a great class again this year.

Joy

Today when Mary came home I had a good snack waiting for her of pretzels, strawberries, and lemonade. She gladly sat down and did her homework, chatted about her day (a girl wore a bikini under a see-through shirt! Dad made her a crazy lunch! The computer teacher made a funny joke!) while I chopped tomatoes and peppers for salsa. It was so nice and so peaceful, the two of us alone, together. It was a moment in time that will be etched in my mind and  heart for a long time--validation and reward for being at home, when so often it seems that there is no benefit. (No immediate benefit, I mean. No one's complimenting my homemaking skills or praising my service as a chauffeur or therapist.) But today--I am so glad to have been there at the crossroads. It was a lovely feeling to spend time with my beautiful daughter. Today I felt that true joy in motherhood that we talk about but rarely have the luxury of feeling. What a nice gift that was!

Slightly Racist, But Sweet

Today at church one of the elderly ladies, known for her colorful personality, stopped Bryce in the hallway.

"I want you to know that I really admire you," she said. "You adopted all those children . . . from another race," she whispered. "I could never have done that." She shook her head.

"That oldest one, I told him he's an example to the others. He's probably got more brains than Obama." Then she patted Bryce's arm and was on her way to class.

So Far, So Good

The first week of school was pretty good for the kids. And since everyone's gone all day, pretty good for me. Wocka wocka.

Tyce has a heavy course load this year with geometry, chemistry, English, world history, ROTC, and choir.  Seminary starts next week. He is one of the managers for the freshman girls' volleyball team, which means he goes to practices and games and keeps statistics. I think he helps with set-up and take-down also. He ordered a hat before school started and it still hasn't come. Everyday he runs to the mailbox, poor guy. Bryce let him pull the minivan into the garage last night--can you imagine that in a year he'll be able to drive for real?

Mary seems to be doing fine in junior high. She's in all honors classes (called accelerated) and  her elective is Art. She takes school seriously and does "homework" even when she doesn't have any. One afternoon Sara came over and Mary was drilling her on math facts, and states and capitals. I asked how Sara liked that activity and she said, "She wasn't into it at first but when she found out she'd made an 80% she was happy." Probably happy to be done!

You will be happy to know that she's gotten up every single day without a problem. Believe me, I'm as shocked as you are. I think some of it is excitement, and some of it is fear. She has the notion that if she's tardy they will publicly humiliate her over the announcements. I hope she never figures out that's not the case. As far as absences . . .  either we or the school have sufficiently scared her into regular attendance. It's only been one week though so we will see.

Cameron is such an easy-going fellow. I showed him where to line up that first day and he's gone happily by himself each day after. He knows a lot of kids from last year, many of whom were in Harrison's class. His first day he told me how much he enjoyed "P.T." I asked what that was--he told me about the running after beanbags game. It was then that I realized he meant P.E. and not P.T.--Physical Training--which is what Tyce has in ROTC! I am really happy that he is loving the 1st grade.

Harrison is our sensitive kid. Change is hard for him. He's gone to school just fine but really wants me there, standing by him, until the last possible second. He death-grips my hand until his teacher gives the signal to march into the building; then he lets go and soldiers on. He is the personification of my own generalized anxiety. My heart goes out to him because I know how he feels. He dislikes the parts of school that most kids like best--lunch and recess--because there are too many variables, too many "what-ifs". The last thing he wants is to be confused or embarrassed. Cameron wanted school lunch today because it's pizza day--and although Harrison initially wanted it too he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. The line, where to go, how to pay...it's too scary for now. So I packed a sandwich and an orange in his lunchbox. I know he'll feel comfortable soon because he has really great kids in his class, and a super awesome teacher. But for now it's so poignant to see him deal with and work through his issues; I am proud of how well he's doing.

I am eating lunch with the boys at school today because TOMORROW IS THEIR BIRTHDAY!  They will be 7 and they are sooooo excited about that. Don't tell anyone but they are getting new bikes for their big day. Next week (or the week after that) we'll have a friends party at the park. As an added bonus their special day is over a 3-day weekend (Labor Day) which means that Grandpa Al is coming to visit! I'm sure it's just to see the boys and has nothing to do with the the first BYU game of the season! (Go Cougars!)

(And then Tuesday is my first day of Seminary. I am alternately pumped up and terrified to teach those kids.)