Week 7 had its highs and its lows. It started with class parties - a definite high! The room moms for your classes are so creative and put a lot of effort into making your parties fun. While I can't be at all of them, I do love it when pictures are shared with me -- like this one:
Saturday morning couldn't come soon enough - because you were SO excited about your first soccer game, Colt! Your game wasn't until 11:00 but I walked into the living room at 8:30 to find you already dressed! Looks like a lot of your teammates were excited too!
As if it weren't already fun enough, you got to play against your buddy, Kohen.
Sunday was Valentine's day. And I went the entire day and only took 1 picture.
THIS IS IT.
Your hair was epic, dude! I dropped you off at your grandparents' house like that too! You boys spent the night with them while my amazing valentine cooked a fabulous dinner for the two of us! Take note, gentlemen. Handing your love a glass of wine and telling them to relax while you do all the cooking earns you major bonus points!!
You two stayed with Grandpa on Monday because it was a professional development day for teachers. Y'all miss your friends when you aren't at school, which is why I think you only made it about 3 seconds at home before you asked to go to a friend's house.
And that picture right there represents a new chapter in our lives. It's a chapter of independence for you and unrest for us. That little, blue dot is you as you pedal away. A friend from school lives just down the street and we now allow you to bike down to his house alone. The first time it happened, Dad walked back in the house and said, "I'm not ready for what just happened." Luckily, his mom is understanding so she texts me, "Jax is here." once you arrive and I do the same for her when her darling is here with us.
Tuesday started on a high note - this is you, Colt, getting your very first (last? Please!) cavity filled. You are a dental rock-star, sir. You got into that chair without a fuss and happily breathed in the good stuff while they drilled at your angry tooth. This alone made me swell with pride because I was MUCH older before I stopped running away from the dentist. (Remind me to tell you about the time that the dentist told Grandma to just take me home because he wasn't going to be able to get any work done.) Everything was honky dory until they took the nitrous away and you immediately felt nauseous. You got sick right there in that chair and had a tricky time recovering.
Grandpa saved the day by letting you stay with him for the rest of the day! I rushed to get you after school and you fell asleep during the 7 minute ride home. You remained asleep for the next 2 hours until I woke you up for dinner! That procedure really kicked your butt and now I'm hesitant to allow you to have nitrous again.
Everyone woke up fit and ready to go the next day so we finished the week strong.
Now who do I have to talk to about making this 4-day-week concept more permanent?!
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