A Thursday Update

Today, I went to see the sleep specialist and the neurologist. Both doctors were pleased with what I'm doing, and the neurologist said that I had "graduated" and didn't have to see her anymore (unless I have other issues). I do have to follow up with the sleep specialist, but that's OK. He gave me a whole year before I have to go back.

Tonight, John made special banana trifle with the left-over pound cake. While John was at Roundtable, my sister Jen came to visit with her 3 kids. Everyone had a good time until Asa decided he was tired, grumpy, and four. He told Seth that he didn't "want to be [his] friend anymore." At that point, Asa got to go to bed. Then, while the rest of the kids were finishing up their trifle, Asa put a Lego bucket on his head and tried to strangle himself. He was rescued and sent to bed. The Lego bucket gets to leave the house permanently. I'm not quite sure what he was thinking when he put it over his head and tried to wear it as a hat, but when it slipped off backward, he was in a pickle. Luckily, his cousin Makenna rescued him. All the kids were freaked out. I sure hope he doesn't try something like that again! The problem with being a kid is that what seems safe and fun often gets unsafe and scary in mere moments.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a wonderful day. The kids get to go to the special NHS night at Timpanogos. The National Honors Society is babysitting for the teachers tomorrow night. John and I are headed out for a date night. We're excited...

2, 3, 6, 7 eeeeet

Max has started to count. It's absolutely darling. He likes to do blast-off: "two, three, six, sebben, eeeet." He never does one, four, or five. He's also stumped after "eeeet." His eight is very similar to how he pronounces Asa's name: "eeeesuh."

Here's Eeeeesa at Pack Meeting last night (12/1).

Jack said I HAD to blog about Max and "how cute it is!" Speaking of Jack, he's now finished the Harry Potter books up to book five. He started book six last night, and he borrowed the first five movies from Grandma Phippen. Last night, Jack swept his Pack Meeting earning many awards. Better yet, he adores scouting, as evidenced by his huge grin here:

Max was playing peek a boo before his melt down at Pack Meeting. Here he is being cute (I didn't take photos of his melt down).

Sunday at Home

Today, Asa and Max got the "It's Sunday morning, I'm so sick" illness. Actually, Max might actually have been ill. He was super clingy and whiny.

Unfortunately, I had to work on midterm grades and the dreaded research papers. UGH. I hate them so much because the students insist they "didn't have enough time" and that they "didn't know what to do" despite my directions and samples on my website. (See here for proof)


Anyway, I graded only 60 of them... and about 60 other papers, and now I'm watching "I was pregnant and didn't know it." Man, what a train-wreck that is! Shocking. Almost as shocking as the terrible research papers... Wednesday is Parent/Teacher Conference, by invitation only. Only my students who are not doing well, and that's a lot of them, get to come. We'll see which parents come!