I'm sorry I got out of the habit of jotting down some of my memories, because it's really hard to get back in the habit. I know I need to change the title of this blog, but I'm not sure how to keep it concurrent with this one and don't really know what to call it. Oh, well. I'm sure not keeping much going in Alabama and doubt I'll ever go back there, but this is familiar.
There's too much to catch up on. I'll just say that this winter hasn't been any more fun than the last ones. I'm just not a cold-weather person. I do know what to expect now, and I'm okay with it, especially since no one much expects me to spend much time outside.
My babysitting responsibilities are much less, and I miss seeing the girls more, but I'm just not getting over whatever is making me so weak and tired. I have an appointment with my doctor Monday, so we'll once again try to shed some light on it.
Ryan and sometimes Emily walk the girls to school in the mornings with the pup Woodrow, and I think they all enjoy that but not as much as I enjoy drinking my coffee in my pjs and knowing I don't have to.
Hopefully after this week, things will perk up some, and we'll start seeing more signs of spring. When the sun is shining, it's pretty pleasant even in the 40s, but the windy and rainy days are nice only for being inside.
I'm not sure what I'll remember from the past few days, but I'll check my pictures and texts to Emily where I tell her some of the things the girls say and do after school.
Yesterday was the last day of March and not a pretty one. Both girls walked to math with their Roy, so I didn't have to pick them up until 3:00 - it was early pickup Friday, so they had math at 2:00.
They were pretty perky and giggly and happy as we walked home. I just love it when one or both of them will throw back their head and just laugh and laugh at something the other one says.
It was better than the day before. Here are two ways Graysen has handled injuries from Thirsdau amd yesterday.
Thursday was "kind of a bad day" she said on the way home. Nothing seemed to go right. She spilled chocolate milk on her favorite fleece jacket and was not sure it would come out. She wouldn't have been so worried if she hadn't lost its twin a few months ago and was told to PLEASE be careful with the new one. It's washable, we found out. Then she jammed her finger playing Four Square at PE. I think this injury would have been nothing on a normal day but 1) her math exit exam was harder than she thought, 2) it was her left hand she hurt, and she's left-handed, and this made it hard to write AND 3) she felt like two of her friends were purposefully trying to get her out by pushing the ball too hard. She got sent to the nurse, but the nurse only gave her ice and didn't let her stay (until the math test was over?) and no one seemed very sympathetic about it. I think it all stemmed from her feeling like she didn't do well on the test. We had a lot of talking and only a few tears (some of them mine (ha), and she was more cheerful by the time she went home.
The injury yesterday was narrated in an excited but disgusted voice. "I FELL today. Really hard right on my face." Oh, no, how did that happen. "I was just running back to line after recess and fell and slid right in front of NICKY" the only boy she's ever admitted she liked - from kindergarten until now. I asked what he said when he saw her. She laughed and said, "He said What the heck?" And you? "I just got up and hopped away" And she showed me how she did it, all the while laughing so hard.
When life is going along just fine, your little mishaps are easier to take, I guess.
We jumped in the car and headed to their house because Katherine had a friend coming over at 3:30. It was good to see Augustus again. That baby kitty has about doubled in size. He's still the sweetest, cuddliest thing and so cute, but he is always going to have a grumpy face, it looks like.
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