reasons

The holiday rush is creeping up on me. While I am wanting to sit at the computer and waste untold hours of time, I keep finding I have things to do!

This for instance:

Yesterday I went to Hootis' school for the Spelling Bee Round II. She came home thrilled last Thursday because she won the Spelling Bee for the entire 5th grade. We were really excited for her. Then Friday they announced they had to re-do the Spelling Bee on Monday, for some unexplained reason. I encouraged her to study over the weekend, but basically left it up to her. I can only nag so much around here. Believe me, my nagging quota is filled up each day by about 10 am.

Yesterday's Spelling Bee wasn't quite so successful. She was eliminated in the 2nd round. She managed to hold in her emotions until she walked to the back of room to see me, and then the tears flowed. Let me tell you, there is NOTHING that pulls on my heart strings like my kids crying in public. It's always a battle to console them and not just burst into tears right along with them! After school when she had sufficiently recovered, we talked about it. She explained that she expected to win again, since she'd already won once. Despite the fact that she'd hardly studied. We talked about that, and what could have been done better. It's been a good learning experience for her. I am glad for these life experiences that she's having. Each and every one is helping her grow into a wonderful young lady.

Now onto this guy:

We spent the better part of this morning waiting in the Radiation Department of our local hospital, for the results of his foot X-ray to come back. Proto is definitely our most calm boy. He's generally reserved and quiet. Although judging by his medical records, you'd never know it. Flash back to 2005 and the incident involving a bench at Disneyland, and a fall connecting his head with a cement curb. He and Stick spent the rest of the day in the Anaheim hospital. Flash back to 2006, when he fell in the kitchen and stuck a pencil through, yes, I said through his cheek. Now 2007, last night he spent a long time running madly through our kitchen and performing perfect "long jumps" onto our living room carpet. Then he spent half the night crying that his foot hurt. This morning he could barely walk, so I took him to the doctor. Three hours later after 1 doctor visit, 1 hospital visit, 1 x-ray and a lot of limping, we found out there's no broken bone, only tissue damage that they can't do anything about. My boy, you gotta love him. I only wonder, what does the future hold?