On September 8th Jack had is first full day of preschool. First thing I noticed when I picked him up was that he was in different clothes. Of course, my son had to be the one to pee in his pants on the first real day of school. I cried as I drove us home that day and wondered why in the world he is still having accidents after 8 months of potty training. We changed our school routine and now he goes potty as soon as we get to school, before I drop him off. So far we've had no more accidents. Today when I picked him up, he ran out of his room and exclaimed, "Mommy, I didn't have an accident! You don't have to take my gun away!". I high fived and fist bumped him while I smiled politely at the mother who heard the gun comment and I cast her a look to say, "you know kids say the darnedest things". But he was right about the gun. He knows I take his new Nerf gun away if he pees in his pants.
On September 10th, Paul and I played in the Marigold Festival volleyball tournament. We play this every year and have done so for many years. The tournament dragged on all day and we spent many hours sitting in our lawn chairs trying to keep kids entertained while we waited to play another game. We ended up winning the tournament but didn't get home until 6:15 that night after having left at 8 am in the morning. LONG day, but it was fun and the kids did surprisingly well all things considered.
We had a few quieter days and then Tuesday evening of last week hit and it was like we were shot out of a cannon and spent the next several days hurtling through the air and top speed. We had a bike parade birthday party for a friend and neighbor which was a lot of fun. I started a new women's small group Wednesday morning. Wednesday evening was the kick off of the Pumpkin Festival. We spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night there. It was fun, but it was the most exhausting P-Fest I have ever attended. I could make a giant list of everything I found tiring but I won't. Suffice it to say three young kids at the festival, two of whom are not independent and one of whom is extremely whiny lately is exhausting and being sick did not help. I also had my ten year reunion Friday night which I was helping organize. Of course I forgot to do several things before Friday because my week got hectic and I spent all morning Friday running around like crazy trying to get my stuff done and convince the kids they didn't really need me as much as they thought they did. The reunion was fun and despite feeling even sicker we didn't get home until almost midnight. Saturday morning would have come quickly had I slept but my cold kept me half awake and when 6:30 rolled around I was more than happy to get up. Paul and I got ourselves together for the day, threw the babies in the car and went to run the Pumpkin Fest 2 Mile Run/Walk at 7:30 am. This is the first race I have ever run and I was sick as a dog and slightly concerned that I was getting pink eye. But I couldn't back out, I'd been working for months to be able to run this far. I did it. I don't remember my time, 21 something. I have never felt worse running and I got beat (by a lot) by Paul who did zero training and who was pushing the twins. But I finished and I didn't stop to walk. After recovering, for the most part, from the race we joined my family for a delicious breakfast of pumpkin pancakes and sausage (which Schaeffer LOVED). Then we did our standard stroll through the crafts and candy collecting during the parade.
Immediately after the parade I took the twins and myself to prompt care. Logan was sick and so was I and pink eye was a concern for both. I fed them lunch while we waited in the waiting room. I laid on the bed in the patient room while the twins crawled around and we waited for the doctor. I'm sure the nurses all felt sorry for me. We walked out of their with a total of four prescriptions (but thankfully no pink eye!). We went home and took a shortened nap. At 4:30 we were back in the van heading to my parents house to celebrate my nephew George's 1st Birthday. It was a fun party. I just felt bad for feeling so bad. Can't believe that kid is one. I am sure his 1st year went much faster than the twins first year. Is that possible? We got home a little late from the party and everyone went straight to bed. Then the Lord blessed us greatly Sunday morning. I actually slept decently for the first time in 3 or 4 nights. Jack didn't get up until 8:15. And when he did get up he was content to watch a movie in bed with us while Paul and I slept some more. I have no idea what time the twins actually woke up, but they let us stay in bed until 9:40! We relaxed all day Sunday and tried to recuperate. Now I'm taking this week to try and catch up on everything.
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