Fun Family Blog

A new school is hard, yes. It has different rules, different people and no friends. I switched schools almost every school year. My mom was a gypsy,seems I inherited a little of that. So when my boys say they don’t like school because of these little things and don’t want to go I get frustrated. I know it’s not easy, I know it is hard. I also know that school isn’t an option. You can’t stay home just because you don’t what to go. The first day of school went off without a tear from anyone.
Second day of school, whole other story. Not only are the boys learning new rule and routines so am I.
So it was rough. Wy cried all morning about not wanting to go school, G complained all morning about the lunch rules. T started to follow their ways and I had to bring this train to a halt. No way am I going to let T’s brothers ruin his Kindergarten experience.
By the time we got to school I was so flustered. We passed G’s line and he almost started crying because he couldn’t find it, I quickly found it before his tears started. Wy’s tears were flowing. Parents aren’t allowed behind the school where the kids line up but Wy didn’t know where to go. I was stopped by a duty aide and my stupid tears started flowing. I couldn’t stop them, I went to answer her question and all I could was hold up 3 fingers. She wanted to know what grade he was in and I stood there with tears streaming down my face looking like an idiot holding up 3 fingers like I was 3. I was flustered and I still hadn’t got T to his proper place. I was given a visitor sticker like that makes it okay for me to be back there…..stupid stickers,in my opinion. So to get to the third grade class line ups we had to walk all the way down the bus lane to cross and then all the way back up on the other side. I knew I couldn’t get both boys where they had to be on time. So I sucked up my tears, put on my tough love face. I told Wy where to go and to hustle because he would be late if he didn’t or he would make T late if I had to walk him all the way back. By now his tears were gone and he just nodded. I didn’t have time to watch him, I just hoped he would be fine. I walked T around the front of the school to the Kindergarten doors, kissed him and he was quickly shuffled through another set of doors to the playground.
There I stood,overwhelmed, worried, guilty and exhausted. I decided to check on each of the boys before leaving campus. I still had my powerful visitor sticker on so I could roam the halls freely without getting in trouble. I looked in on G, he was fine..no tears but didn’t look happy. I didn’t want him to see me so I quickly ran down the stairs and peeked in at Wy….broke my heart. He looked so sad. He was just sitting at his desk all slumped over with his head in his hands. So of course, I started to cry. I tried to hold back the tears while I made my way to peek at T. I had a lump in my throat and I am pretty sure I had that “ugly try not to cry face” working for me.
What I saw when I looked in on T made it a little better. He looked like T listening and watching. No tears from him.
So here I am crying all over again because I hate that they don’t like their new school. I know it’s going to take time and before too long this school will be home to them but for now it sucks. There are going to be things they never like about this school, just like their old school but I am hoping there is more to love. I hope that they make friends. Wy said he just say alone on the playground yesterday because he didn’t know what to do. Another tear jerking moment for this mom.

Nobody writes books about this, why not? What am I supposed to do with all these emotions? How can I get through these mornings without tears myself? It breaks your heart when your kids are struggling, nobody warns you of this before you have kids. You hear about how much they cost, the sleepless nights and the tantrums……

Can you believe it? All the way from the great wide open of Montana, Miss M is spending her weekdays with us while Grandma works and Mom and Dad are in Alaska.

We are loving her company and she is loving our pool. I have a session scheduled with her tomorrow morning, I can’t wait.

Taken with the macro..the first time I have really used it, WOW, it’s sharp!!!

Today started off like any other day here in the fun house…
Cereal for breakfast, sweeping of the floor while coffee brewed, sound of the dryer and washer humming, cartoons blaring and last nights dinner dishes still in the sink.
I was making a list of everything that had to be done while sipping on my coffee. We had friends coming over. We met these friends through baseball and even though Jen scared me when I first met her we soon became good friends. Mr. Fun seemed to click just as quickly with her husband while they coached.
As I am making this list I hear screaming from out back. So I head downstairs and I see Wy in the pool with dad. Screaming just like they always do when he tries to get them off the steps. This time was different…he calmed down, kicked his legs and let the death grip he had on Mr. Fun’s neck become a light hold.
Then T started to show interest just as I noticed G on the kick board away from the steps. I wrestled T’s floaties on to his arms and sunk him slowly into the pool away from the steps. Mr. Fun took him and we had some screaming and the same death grip.
So I decided to offer a treat. Not just any treat…a trip to see Toy Story 3 when it comes out. Their eyes lit up, the screams stopped and before we knew it they were more willing to try.

By the time our friends left Wy didn’t want out of the pool, G was cruising all around the pool and T would start at the steps, swim to the other end of the pool, climb out and do it all over.

Our kids said the pool was fun!!!! I can’t believe it. I am so excited.

Notice T’s face…he’s smiling and happy!!

They had fun with their friends IN the pool instead of just from the steps. I do think I am in for it now though. They were asking to go back in the pool at 9:45 PM after our guest left. Cried when we said it would have to wait for morning.

This was Wy after 2 hours of swimming, the last hour being all by himself. We had to drag him out with the word PIE!!

So It looks like our new pool will get the use we had hoped for but had doubts about.

How the kids love their uncle. They get so excited when they hear he is coming and so sad when he leaves. They came to visit this weekend and he stayed here the first night. Grandpa and Grandma got a break and a hotel room to themselves for once. Yes, Uncle Z still lives at home. He is only 10. Yes, just 10, my mother in law I were pregnant together. Him and G are just 4 months apart (G is younger). Nobody believes him when he says he’s an uncle, especially since his niece is 3 years older than he is.
Here’s to Uncle Z

That is just what we did today…
Out the door at 7:30 AM, back home at 1:30 for quick lunch and back out the door at 2:30 until 5:15.

I am beat, the boys are beat. They all played great games. Gotta work on their batting, G and Wy struck out twice. G is way too hard on himself and we had to play mean cop, mean cop after his game but I think he gets it now….. Who am I kidding? He’ll always be too hard on himself no matter what we say. His team won today 9-4 and they all worked so well together. Yet, G was saying it was a bad game and so on.
T is funny to watch, running to first he adds a little skip, dance, hop to his step. He got to play pitcher today and he hustled and made great throws to first.
Wy, he’s something else. He’s at the age where all his teammates act up in the dugout. They climb the fence, hit their bats against the bench and so on. Wy, he sits there quietly waiting for his turn to bat. The other kids like to stand in the outfield watch the play roll by, Wy, he’s the kid that hustles to the other side of the field to get it and throw it in.

Our day in pictures….

Oh and we can’t leave out JJ…she was there all day….supporting her brothers…kind of….