My cuties painting the other day.
Another couple of stories:
I have been going to the gym a lot since Abby started back to school. I go with my friend Lenora. They have a great nursery there with a huge indoor play gym and tons of toys, story time, movie time, etc. They also have a program called Kid Fit for kids age 2-5 that is 30 minutes long. It usually happens while we are there, so Beau goes on a pretty regular basis. They take the group of kids (usually around 6 or 7 kids) from the nursery down the hall to the gymnasium. The weights, cardio machines and indoor track are all above the gymnasium and pool, so my friend and I can watch Kid Fit going on while we are working out, which is kind-of fun to watch your kids while they don't realize you're watching. Anyways, I heard the kids come into the gym so I stopped lifting (gladly) for a minute to watch my little guy run around. The trainer had all of the kids line up and run from baseline to baseline (wear em' out). Beau was running alongside another little boy his age that happened to get tripped up and fall down. Everyone else kept running but Beau. My sweet little guy stopped and turned around and ran back to him and held his little hand out to help the other little boy up. He then squatted down and put his hand on his shoulder, and although I could not hear him, I could tell Beau was asking him if he was ok. Ahhh - melted me. I could have cried. My friend and I were talking about it - how God gives you these moments sometimes to let you know you are doing a pretty decent job and that even though kids are trying sometimes, man, is it worth it.
Another story:
Abby LOVES school this year. I mean she LOVES it. Toby has been able to take her a few times, otherwise I usually take her. Well, he took her the other day and was concerned because he said Abby just pretty much ignores him and walks into the classroom without so much as even saying good-bye. He said yesterday (he was carrying her bag and walking behind her) that she pointed at her hook as if to say "you can hang that there" without even turning around to speak to him! I told him that maybe he already embarrassed her at the ripe old age of 4! Well, the tables were turned this morning. She was at the table eating breakfast and says to me, just as serious, "Mommy, can you please not wear your gym clothes when you pick me up today?" Seriously? Do I already embarrass you? And I pick her up in the car pool line - I don't even get out of the car! I gave her a hard time about it a little bit, and she finally gave in and said I could wear my gym clothes to pick her up if I "had" to. Gee, thanks for the permission!
10 days until we leave for the beach!!!