1. Fred has been training for a half iron man this summer. (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike and a 13.1 mile run) He went on a 65 mile bike ride with his buddy this week as part of his training...the day before he ran 13 miles before I took the kids to school. Mercy.
2. I started teaching this week. I have many of the same students from last year. They are such a blessing. We are going to have a great time learning American History and Pre Algebra. Yahoo! 3. Tuesday night we had an associational meeting at church. Some people from church brought food and the boys and I, along with several others, helped serve it. Right as people were bringing food in the bottom fell out. Unbeknownst to me Clayton went outside, got our umbrella and then proceeded to hold the umbrella over all the ladies (while he was getting wet) while they brought their food in. Brought tears to my eyes.
Friday night we surprised the boys and took them to a Jackson Generals game. We had a blast. Clayton caught a foul ball. He was over the moon excited. He even got it signed after the game.
4. While at my parent's house this weekend they presented Jack with one of the tough decision: McDonald's or honey butter biscuits from a can for breakfast?!? After much thought...and I mean much thought...He decided on McDonald's. In the end we wound up going to Latham's Meat Market. It was great. Delicious. Good choice, Jack.
5. Andrew woke up crying the other night because his "face" was hurting. We rubbed hydrocortisone ointment on it, gave him an ice bag and then let him get in to our bed. After hours (yes, hours!!) of crying we finally decided to turn the light on to look at his face. I told him to point to it. He said, "It hurts RIGHT. HERE!!" and pointed to his ear. Duh. Hydrocortisone ointment does not help an ear people. After hours (yes, hours!) of crying we finally got some numbing drops and an antibiotic (Walgreens is not opened at 6:00 am when this stuff always happens.). By that afternoon he was playing the Wii and jumping around. You never would have known the trauma that had occurred...well except the bags under mine and Fred's eyes.
Holding a sweet little boy all morning was not how I intended to spend my Friday morning, but I'll take it. Little boys grow up way to fast to let them sleep on the couch when they are sick.
Andrew wanted to go home with Fred and Renee. This is the breakfast he picked out before church. My question is...who wouldn't want to stay at Mawmaw and Pawpaw's?!?