Is it Friday yet?

This morning started out like your typical Monday [at least for me]. On top of getting the kids off to school, doctor's office, school appointment, etc., my little D-man [Dallin] started preschool today. The preschool will work with him on his speech and continue what his speech therapist and playgroup have started. We had been at the doctor's office all morning and got home late, which left me with a couple of minutes to get him ready for school. Literally, 2 minutes. The school bus was in front of my home honking its horn as my frenzied fingers worked to button up his shirt [which must've shrunk from the time I placed it on him to the time he got on the bus] and getting one of his shoes on him. He had no clue as to what was going on. Poor thing. I knew he sensed how stressed out I was getting, but I tried to stay calm as I reassured him that he was going to play in his new class. The bus assistant buckled him into a carseat and D-man started to cry as I attempted to hold back my own tears and I knew I had to make our temporary farewell short and sweet. So I said my "bye-byes," gave him a quick peck and left and then the awful realization of what I failed to remember and prepared set in... I sent him on his first day of school without a backpack and lunch!!! Aaaagh!!! What kind of a mother am I? I was in such a rush that I didn't get a chance to get it all together. And then at 2:30, Ofa and I were working on her blog when I got a phone call [but I couldn't get to the phone on time]. So, when I checked the caller ID, I noticed it was from the bus barn. I quickly glanced over at the time and realized my little man was outside. Frantically, I grabbed the camera [of course], and ran outside to greet D-man. There he was with a Wal-mart shopping bag [ghetto version of a backpack] in hand filled with papers and wearing the biggest smile on this side of the Mississippi. He had a great day and was so eager to show Ofa and I his papers, especially his homework. I hope this excitement over homework carries on throughout his school years [wishful thinking].

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This weekend, I played nurse to my honey (I think he loved the attention). Somehow, he had hurt his arm but was unsure of how and when. Since he had to come home early today to attend Tiani's SEOP appointment with me at her school, I persuaded him to go and see our doctor afterward. So, he did and this is what he came home with:

My poor baby fractured his arm. Now that he has a cast on it, I can stop babying him, right?