School days, school days

Okay, everybody's jumping on this blogging bandwagon, so I'm going to give it a try, too. I tried for awhile, but my thoughts were so all over the place, and a serious lack of time prevented me from getting into it. However, lately I've been thinking that maybe actually putting some of my thoughts in print, however random, might be helpful.

Jonson has begun his 3rd year (5th grade) at Fannie Mae Caldwell Elementary, so he's been there now as long as he was at Quanah Parker Elementary in Midland. The transition was not easy for him, especially considering the circumstances under which the move was made, but he's done very well. He struggled a bit last year, but he's a G/T student, and we're all planning on being up in his kool-aid more this year to keep him motivated. He's gonna love that!

And what can I say about Joseph? He's a Jekyll and Hyde type of child. He's either sweet, loving, and cooperative, or a wild, spinning, running, jumping, rude, what in the heck where you thinking when you did that, type. He (and his wonderful teacher, Breanna Barlow), survived kindergarten, and he's made it to first grade. His teacher this year, Mrs. Ruckriegel, has either met her match, or she'll whip him into shape. Let's keep our fingers crossed for the latter!

I'm still struggling with organization and moving boxes that haven't been unpacked, even after 2 years. While caring for John, I didn't have the time or energy. I now have the time, and probably energy, just not for THAT. I have a laundry list of chores that I carry over from week to week, but I do manage to mark a few of them off every once in awhile. I guess I lack the motivation, and then there are days like yesterday. The morning started off very well. The boys were ready when Russ came to take them to school, and I was getting a few things done, when I realized Jonson had not taken his medicine. I jumped in the shower so I could go up to the school and take care of that. As I was getting out of the shower, the doorbell rang. I was obviously in no position to answer the door, so I finished getting ready to head out. When I walked into the office, I saw Dixie running around in the front yard! She was very anxious to get back into the house, but there was no sign of Pidgeon. I checked the backyard, thinking maybe she'd had the good sense not to escape with her naughty sister, but no such luck. As I'm walking back towards the frontdoor, the doorbell rings again. It's my next door neighbor, Belinda, with Pidgeon, who is incredibily stinky, having rolled in something while enjoying her freedom. So, I get the dogs corralled, shut the gate that allowed them to make their escape, and go up to the school, only to be told by Jonson he DID take his medicine. I have my doubts, but I'm not going to argue with him in the school office. Back home to go to music class with Jacey and Lillie. All the babies were so cute (especially ours in their matching outfits), and they interacted with each other very well. It was very enjoyable watching them, and was definitely the highlight of the day!