Some good friends of ours are experiencing some great sadness in their lives right now. Their cousins were involved in a car accident and all I know right now is someone did not make it and there is a 3 year old in intensive care hooked up to every machine known to medicine trying to make a miracle happen. I just want to go home and hug my kids.
Daddys new job requires him to wear motorcycle boots to work. Shane decided to wear them the first night daddy had them and of course on Shanes little scrawny body, they pretty much went up to his bally balls. After Shane tried to walk around in them for about 30 minutes, he sat down on the couch and said, "Wow, these 10 gallon boots sure are heavy, they must be 11 gallons." Too cute!
The kids started back to school from track off on Monday the 18th. Kassidy is a totally different person when you throw school in the mix. During the 4 weeks she was off she was usually calm and co-operative. There wasn't much talk back or attitude and she seemed to be very peaceful with hardly any panic attacks. This week Kassidy is back to obsessing and worrying over EVERYTHING, she is up many times during the night, whining all the time about how she hates school and she wishes every day was Sunday and why couldn't we have been born smart so that we wouldn't have to go to school, blah, blah, blah. And boy does she have that teenagers attitude down to a T - we are in BIG trouble when she is actually in those teenage years - or should I say she will be in big trouble!
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