Dragon Leader!

Every month Eastlake Elementary recognizes two students per class and they are given the Dragon Leader award.  They get donuts with the principal, they get to shake her hand, and they get a certificate.  They are chosen for being good students, good examples, and good leaders.  This October both Emma and Macey were recognized from their classes.  It's a big deal because I believe they were the first two chosen from their classes since they were off track when the program started.

The girls are amazing students.  They love to learn and have made good friends.  I am so proud of them.

In the bottom picture Emma is waiting to be called by Principal Tanner with her friend, Megan.  Braden walked up to the stage.  Waiting for his certificate like he knew exactly what was going on.  Well, maybe in 5 years, little buddy.

Oh Nursery

At the end of September, Braden turned 18 months old and was ready for nursery!  He had already spent a lot of Sundays there but since he was not of the legal age, we felt inclined to stay in there with him.  But, hooray! it was finally time for his solo debut at nursery!

He loves this little teeter totter.  Last Sunday a little girl got to it first.  It was the worst day ever in nursery for the poor little guy.

The Blessing Of Little Worries

Lately I have been surrounded by little worries.

We have had some water from the upstairs bathroom damage a patch of our ceiling.  It has leaked through the ceiling and damaged some of the drywall in our family room ceiling.  I have talked to four plumbers and had two come to the house -- no one can really tell where the water is coming from.  And the plumber that came by yesterday was convinced we probably had mold.  He warned it would cost thousands of dollars and the area would be quarantined for days.  I had a water remediation expert come this morning.  No permanent water damage.  No mold.  Needless to say, that plumber is not my favorite person.  The water remediation expert suggested we patch the area, paint it, and just recaulk around the bathtub really well.  So instead of being out $2,000 it looks like I am out $10.  We still do not know what definitely caused the initial damage, but I guess we'll just continue to watch it!

I have also had problems with Comcast.  Everyday for a few minutes I lose Internet and phone service. It used to just happen once a day.  Now it happens around four times a day.  It has gone on for three months.  We've placed multiple phone calls and had three home visits.  We'll have another one on Monday.  It's pretty annoying.

I feel that Emma is overloaded with her activities, Macey is not getting enough time to play with her friends, Molly is not having enough fun during the day, and Braden is into everything and has me pulling out my hair by 9 AM.  Early nap, anyone?

But I realized today that the fact that I am able to dwell on these little worries is a sign that I do not have any big ones.  Because when big ones come around, there's no time to worry about the small stuff.  So thank goodness for annoying little worries!  Sometimes the small stuff stinks as well, but I am trying really hard not to sweat it!

Driving Mr. Braden

Braden does not play with toys.  Well, at least not for very long.  He finds the utensil drawer or the pantry much, much more interesting.  The other day he sat and played with these big legos that he has in a wagon for a few minutes.  Tears sprang to my eyes.  I felt like going out and buying every single lego in town -- anything to keep him occupied and, well, out of the pantry and away from the clean utensils.  The other day he ate a whopper, slobbered chocolate all down his shirt and hands, and then resorted my laundry.  And it went right back into the washer.  Sigh.

He's a busy kid and cannot be bothered with trucks and balls and the Star War characters I keep throwing his way.  He would much rather take the stool from the bathroom and climb onto every counter that he is not allowed on and try to see what I have tried to hide from him for 18 months.

One thing does entertain him -- the van and the jeep.  He loves to run out there and pretend to drive!  It'll be fine until he figures out that he needs a key.  Because he is very good at snatching items off of counters now.  Especially whoppers.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

So I am a little busy and do not spend much time, at all, outside.  Which is too bad.  I have friends that seem to spend a lot of time with the kids in the backyard.  Maybe one day.  I foresee a great future that involves me, comfy patio furniture and a good book.

I did make some improvements to the backyard this year.  I planted over 30 Oriental Lily plants, and they did really well.  I also started a strawberry and rhubarb garden over in the corner of our yard.  Pie anyone?

Get Your RELAY On!

After I had Braden, I really wanted to lose the weight I had gained.  I also developed a strong addiction to gummy bears, which unfortunately seemed to store up in my thighs.  And so I started running.  Which is a shock to friends who knew and loved me in Maryland.  I never went faster than a 4.0 on the treadmill in Maryland.  But I started uping my speed and doing a few 5Ks.  I think I did three this year.

Back in March Garry told me about a new race in nearby Midway, Utah.  It was a relay.  A mini-ragnar called "Women of Steel".  It was 56 miles and you could make a team of 3 - 6 people.  I instantly was dedicated to making a team of six because that meant I would only have to run 9 miles total that day.  At the time I did not focus on running 9 miles.  I just focused on wanting the t-shirt that read "Woman of Steel".

Getting the team together was a little frustrating.  People who said they were going to sign up never signed up and others dropped out.  I saw 18 miles in my future. . .

But in the end I put together a great team of six all from the neighborhood.  We were Team Lucas Dell Ladies, named as such because that is our neighborhood.  We had one of the lamest names there, made even worse because the announcer kept misreading it and called us "Team Locust".  I felt bad I did not plan ahead more and think it through.  A lot of teams even had matching t-shirts and corresponding socks.  Sigh.  As a team leader, truly I was horrible!  My favorite team name was "Team Run Like A Mother".  Highly inappropriate, but funny, regardless.

Running a relay was really different.  They started five runners at a time, at 5 minute intervals.  I was so used to running with groups of hundreds and finding a good pace.  This race, I was alone a lot.  I had to set my own pace, which I was not used to doing.  And when one 5K was done, I was not used to turning around two hours later and doing it all over again.

But I survived!  I am a Woman of Steel!

An Afternoon Two Years In The Making

At our zoo they have a nice thirty minute bird show.  They bring out some beautiful birds that are trained to go from point to point in the little theater, swooping over all of the visitors' heads.  They also ask, at one point in the show, for a child to volunteer to train a bird.  A snow dove, in particular.  They get to hold out their hand and have a snow dove land in their hand and eat some seeds out of their hands.

Every since our first time at the bird show, Emma has been dying to be that kid.  We've tried everything.  Going when it is not crowded.  Sitting on the front row.  Sitting on the second row.  Waving our arms enthusiastically.  Emma has never been selected.

We went to the zoo on Friday and naturally stopped at the bird show.  I have to admit, after going several times a year over the last two years, I now have the entire show memorized.  I even know when they skip parts in order to move the show along.  I know all of the presenters, and I have my favorites.  In other words, the bird show and I are very close.

We took our seats on the second row (I like the second row because that is where the owl swoops across) and, like usual, I prayed and prayed that Emma would be selected.

She wasn't.

Macey got selected, and while I was excited for little Macey (and she did such a great job!) I was bummed for Emma.  But she took it really well.  Maybe next time!

From Macey: I liked feeding the bird.  It felt good because when it chewed the food it tickled.  I was not scared because it was a nice bird.