A Story Before I Forget It

This is one of those stories I don't want to forget...

Jack got into some poison ivy a few weeks ago. We waited and waited, and the rash just wasn't getting any better. In fact, many mornings he would wake up and it would look worse. John told him that he had to stop itching it because he was spreading it. I took him to the doctor. When the doctor came in and asked what was going on, Jack had a conversation with him that I want to remember. He told the doctor that his dad told him he was spreading the rash by itching it, but he didn't think his dad was right because he'd been conducting an experiment. For days and days without telling us, he'd been itching the rash and then touching his ankle bone. He thought his ankle bone would be an easy spot for him to remember and thus be able to tell if the rash had indeed spread. The doctor listened, did a double take, and asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up to which Jack answered, "A pediatrician like you." Hahahaha!

Cousins

I've been dying to get back up to see my sweet new niece, Ensley, for a few weeks now. Plans kept falling through. But since Helena was here for a visit, we wanted to make sure she got to meet her sweet baby cousin, too. So we made a whirlwind trip up to Knoxville yesterday to see this little bundle of joy. This was the first time the boys have seen Ensley since peering at her in her bassinet at the hospital. They couldn't wait to hold her. She's the cutest. 

Obi's Takeover

My phone and camera used to be full of pictures of my kids. Now it's full of pictures of my cat. Obi's takeover is nearly complete. Thankfully, my humans like to be in pictures with my cat. 

 

This is Luke reading.

I remember once last year, Luke's preschool teacher described him as her "little sponge". He learned all the continents, oceans, and tons of sight words. He had a couple of these little readers he could read then, but since he didn't seem all that interested I left him alone about it. Now all of the sudden, I find him spending time every night reading all these little readers. This was his first time ever reading this book, at least out load to me. He did a great job! 

Violin Lessons

Two and a half years ago, I took Jack to see Peter and the Wolf. And ever since then, Jack has been asking to take violin lessons. I looked into it while we were living in Greenville, but the lessons were quite a hike and unreasonably expensive. Atlanta has a bit more to offer, so Jack took his first lesson yesterday. When the instructor asked him why he wanted to play violin, he told him about seeing Peter and the Wolf and loving Peter's part in the orchestra. The instructor looked at me with a pretty funny expression. He was delighted to hear that violin lessons were Jack's idea and not just Jack's pushy mom's. So, every Tuesday will find Jack getting closer and closer to his goal of one day playing Peter's part in Peter and the Wolf.