Leftovers

Some days, there are a million things going on, but I can't gather my thoughts enough to sit down and type about it. Plus, if I did, your head would spin when the things I told you about all changed 2 hours later anyway.

So lets start with the youngest and work our way up.

First I worried that Xander's surgery did not work so well, because I kept seeing him just barely trickle, then stop, then a few minutes, go again. Now I know it was just the typical potty training kid going "oops, I peed in my undies/on the floor, I should stop now" and then refusing to go until later when he was in clean undies/on dry floor. He's fine. Michael said last night in the bath tub, he looked like a statue in a fountain. Well, he is all cute and cherubic, after all.

Now, this one I really hate to do in a big entry about every one else, but oh well. Yesterday was Mikayla's 6th birthday, and she was so excited. Horrible mother that I am, I did not send cupcakes in to school, even though I'm told that EVERYONE else in the class got cupcakes when they were the birthday girl/boy. I did let her have a cookie with her breakfast, though.
She wanted a fancy birthday party with all her friends. She wanted them to all dress up and have a fancy meal. Well, I'm too lazy for all that, but we had a fancy family dinner. With a real table cloth and everything (borrowed). The wine goblets (with tea in them) had pink ribbons around the stems, Michael stopped and bought her flowers for the centerpiece, and we ate on our nicest dishes. And I made Shrimp Scampi and Spinach Tortelloni! Yum!

After dinner, it was time for presents. Aaric disappeared upstairs for a minute, and I couldn't figure out why. He came back down and dropped off a wadded up sock on her stack of gifts. I really didn't want to know what was in there.
She started opening, and was thrilled with her Barbie (I can not believe I bought my kid a Barbie. Setting her up for unrealistic expectations of beauty, blah blah blah, but she's pretty and Mikayla loves her, so I'll get over it.) and Hollie Hobbie DVD. So then, she decides to go for Aaric's gift before opening the last one from us. She unrolls the sock, and inside it is another sock. Looking both intrigued and annoyed, she started unrolling that one. Out fell... MONEY! I mean, really, what better gift for the girl who "collects money?" Just a small handful of change, but she was excited anyway. Next up, earrings. It took her a minute to figure out that this means she can get those ears pierced.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to explain to Aaric why he could not get his pierced, and why I didn't care that there were other little boys at school who had an earring, he wasn't getting one.

Aaric's teacher recently announced a field trip. He came home and asked if you HAVE to go on field trips. I said no, and asked why he didn't want to. Turns out that he took a poll in his class, and he's the only one in class who rides in a booster. People, the NC law is that the child must be at least 8 yrs old or 80 pounds, and the recommendation is that they stay in a booster until they are 4'9". Aaric is the oldest in his class, and he'll be 8 this summer. He's the 2nd tallest in his class, and is 4'1". But anyway, I assured him that boosters weren't necessary on school buses, so he could go and not die of embarrassment.

Okay, I really don't have anything to say about myself. I do good to not go insane while dealing with the stress of moving, medical issues, school stuff, and life in general, so there's no time for anything thrilling to update about. Though, the next part is about us all.

Due to our stressing over moving, especially because of unresolved medical issues (Mikyala), we decided that we really did not want to uproot ourselves right now. We have a great support system here at our wonderful church, we have doctors that we love and trust (and who speak English perfect English...), we have family semi-nearby... we just want to stay. And so, I reveal, Plan E. (I never laid out all the details for you, but we did have a Plan D fully prepared, in case you're keeping count) It is now official, Michael worked it out, and we're staying here at Fort Bragg for a least a while longer.

Plan E entails the following: Moving to a different house here at Bragg, not moving to Ga or Mo, but visiting both. Lucky duck Michael gets out of yet another move, because he'll probably be in Mo when we do it.

I think that's all the highlights. Pictures will be uploaded to Flickr soon (click on the top picture to the left). I've got some of the zoo Saturday and Mikayla's birthday.