Spencer's Bionic Ears

When Spencer was born, they did all the usual newborn tests. To be honest, it is all a blur with the preeclamsia and being on magnesium and his coming early and David being still in Iraq, you know the story. . . The point is that my perfect precious baby failed his newborn hearing test TWICE! When it was almost time to discharge us, they repeated the test one more time. IF he did not pass in both ears, we were going to be sent home with a referral to a specialist. The nurses told me that it must have just been fluid in his ears because he passed the last one with flying colors.

Once he could ask questions, his favorite one was "what's that noise?" He asked it constantly. An airplane, a car, a coke fizzing, a doorbell, a dog, you name it! Many times they were noises that I did not even notice. So the standing joke is, "And this is the kid who failed his newborn hearing test!" He still notices so many things he hears that others do not. He can hear the coffee brewing from the back of the house or a train whistle miles away.



So one morning last week, May's alarm clock went off. At first, I did not even hear it. He smiled at me and said, "What's that noise?" I said, "May's alarm." Well, he grinned even bigger, jumped up, and screamed, "FIRE!" and took off running all over the house. He cracks me up.



And forget trying to say something about him in a hushed tone if he is anywhere around. He can always hear you and says, "Stop talkin' bout me!"

I was sitting on the front porch the other day, and my Spence was in my lap. He had just woken up from a nap and was laying still on my chest. A small breeze blew, and it shifted some leaves around. His head popped up and he said, "what's that noise?" I had not even thought about the wind blowing or what it sounded like. Spencer is so good for me because he helps me stop and smell the roses or in this case, hear the wind (OK, I know that you cannot actually hear wind). He is always listening. . .

I guess it is good his hearing is so good, lately he has been complaining of not being able to see. He even squints and feels around until he can find his glasses. He wears them out to eat, grocery shopping, in the car, and anywhere he might need to see well. We have gotten some stares, but mostly smiles. I guess I am just relieved that he does have his hearing,
oh, and some glasses that can help him see better:

Monster Trucks

When I was a little girl, the Monster Trucks came to the Atlanta Fulton County Stadium. And Daddy would take Lucas and me. We would sometimes go with other Dads and other kids. I guess it was OK. I do not think this is a particularly girly thing to go to, but I went. Daddy would have never taken Lucas somewhere and not me. And one time, the last time I went, I actually lay my head down in Daddy's lap and fell asleep. He found this incident much more amusing than my sitting with my back to his precious Bulldogs at Sanford Stadium. David did not believe me when I told him that I took a nap during a loud monster truck event. We even called Daddy to confirm, which he did.

Our friends from NGC, Skip and Jo Ann just moved to Ft. Stewart. Skip called David to see if our family wanted to join his family for a Monster Truck show just outside Savannah. We said, Sure! I will openly admit to being a bit apprehensive about it. Loud, dirty trucks did not sound like a good way to spend a Saturday night, but I thought I would give it a try.

At first the kids were reluctant to go as well. The first concern was the name. I was asked more than once, "Will monsters be there?" and "Are they scary?" I finally got through to them that it was just a name. The next fear was from Spencer who did not want to ride in a big truck. Jessa then echoed this concern. I told them we were merely watching. Then Jessa did not understand why we were going just to watch. So then I told her it was like a race, and we were going to cheer for a winner. This last explanation did the trick! So we were all set to go to the monster truck races.

We stopped for supper on the way, and I must tell you they were so precious. David kept laughing and asking who the children at our table were! In the car on the way, they were ready to fight because his foot touched her seat, and then she touched him, etc. We walked in the door, and they instantly loved each other. They shared crayons, they shared their drinks, and they chatted like best friends! They played "I Spy" nicely and quietly. They scooted their booster seats closer together. They hugged. They giggled. They even fed each other! It was such a joy!! The two of them have NO idea how happy it makes me and David to see them treat each other so nicely and to be so loving with each other. What a bright spot!!

Our sweet dinner companions
We got to the Oglethorpe Speedway about an hour before it was supposed to start. We met up with our friends and their little boy. It was his first Monster Truck Event as well. Jessa and Spence immediately spotted expensive souvenirs that they wanted, so we were off to a good start.

Spencer's favorite part of any event: the cotton candy.

Once we found our seats, we started waiting. That was our main complaint all night - a lot of waiting. They had this clown dude who was supposed to be passing the time, but he was only mildly amusing. And most of his jokes were over the heads of our children (thankfully!!!).

Checking it all out and waiting. Jessa did not want me to take a picture of her earplugs.
BUT the kids were checking out the trucks and picking their favorites. Jessa decided she liked Hot Tamale because his red truck looked like bubble gum.

This is Hot Tamale - a picture I found on their website since ours did not turn out so well!

Spencer decided he like the Undertaker because his car had "teef" painted on it where a mouth would go.

Spencer's favor tie Undertaker - also not my picture.

I found it on http://spotted.savannahnow.com/.

After some more waiting, Jessa turned her back to the track and folded her arms and declared, "I am not watching this anymore." Well, I guess she comes by that honestly, right?

I guess she is my daughter. . .

I thought it was all pretty amazing and scary. Jessa got into it immediately after it started. She would jump up and cheer at the right moment! She even started pointing and screaming at the cars. I have no idea where she got this from, but she started screaming, "Yeah! Go!! Own it! Own it!" It made sense for her to scream that, I guess, but I have no clue where she learned it. If that were not funny enough, Spencer in an attempt to emulate his sister began screaming what he thought she was screaming. So my sweet boy started screaming, "Ornament! Ornament!" I thought I would cry I was laughing so hard!

One of the times she jumped up to cheer!

Jessa was fascinated and really excited.

Spencer was serious and 'solemn as a judge.'
Jessa ended up liking the Ghost Ryder and the Equalizer better than the Hot Tamale. She liked their tricks best. I guess she learned not to judge a monster truck by its cover!

Not my pictures - The Equalizer from the Monster Truck Nationals Website

and the Ghost Ryder from http://spotted.savannahnow.com/

Spencer stuck with the Undertaker even though he did not do as well.

It was a different way to spend an evening. It was loud and dirty, but it was fun to watch the kids checking out something new. Overall, Jessa and Spencer liked it more than our friend's little boy. His favorite part was the water truck that sprayed down the dirt during intermission and the dirt moving equipment that shaped the dirt ramps. Toward the end, Jessa was tired and even cried big tears when Hot Tamale's car broke apart (which David found out later he does all the time - it is his thing). Spencer was worried about the wrecked cars that they were running over. I got tons of questions: "What happened to them? How did they wreck? Was anyone hurt? Where did they wreck? Why did they wreck?"

Jessa smiling with earplugs and

hardheaded Spencer, who refused to wear earplugs and just covered his ears all night!

So despite my initial apprehension, I am glad that I went! It was something to do that turned out to be pretty fun!

Fruit, missing skewers, wet shoes, and no coke

First, so sorry I have been MIA. My Momma was here for a whole week for a visit, so I was occupied. We all enjoyed her visit so much. The kids were happy to have another lap, another hand to hold, and someone to run to when Mommy was "mean."

Walking with their May on one of the many fun trips out to eat that May financed during her visit!

What a crazy couple of days we have had! I do not know when I have looked so forward to a Friday. So. . . our new school has a snack schedule. This is the first place we have been that has this. I was actually kind of excited to be able to do something cool for my babies' classes. And Jessa's first turn was on Thursday. BUT I am not content to just do the same thing as everyone else. I wanted to do something fun and cool. Momma said, "be careful, you are setting the standards high! What will you do next time?" David said, "The other moms will hate you." I decided that even if they were right, I still wanted to do something cool regardless of the consequences.

I talked it over with Jessa and (of course) googled it. We came up with colors of the rainbow fruit. And it was so much fun! First, Jess, Spence, and I went to the commissary after school Wednesday. We checked out the fruit section to find the right colors. We decided on strawberries, watermelon, oranges, cantaloupe, pineapple, bananas, kiwi, honeydew, blueberries, and purple grapes. We had trouble finding blueberries, but the nice produce lady went to the back and produced the last 3 packages they had!! Yay! When we were searching for something green, Spencer got all excited when he saw some really under ripe, green bananas. But then Jessa said, "No, Spencer, those just need some more time. Just be patient and then BLAMMO, they'll be bananas!"

I also wanted to do some fruit dip. We could not find any. So I found a recipe and made some delicious dip after we got home with the fruit. Then I thought, "oh, no, what to put it in." I wanted something that was disposable, neat, and small for each child. You know, something like the little cups you get nacho cheese in at Taco Bell or icing at Cinnabon? So I headed to Cinnabon, and $1.09 later, I had 11 cups with tops for individual dips for each of Jessa's classmates. I was so proud and excited!!

Aren't I clever? Individual homemade fruit dip for 11!

The kids were so happy to help me get the fruit ready to go. Jessa was calling me "boss" and David "dishwasher" (can you guess what he was doing?). She had on her apron and was serious about her jobs. She and Spencer were both balling fruit like champs! Jessa actually sliced an orange with a butter knife (since she is not allowed to use anything sharper). OK, maybe hacked up would be a more appropriate description of what she did to the poor orange.

The chefs trying to slice oranges. . .
Even David enjoyed our fruit-filled kitchen!

The dishwasher was on a fruity break. . .
After we got all the fruit ready and the dip divided into the individual cups, I wanted to at least get the skewers ready to do Thursday morning. We decided to wait because we did not want to cut the bananas too early. I know we have tons of those bamboo skewers for grilling, but I could not find them. Darn movers! I remember what Rubbermaid container they were in pre-move, but last night we searched everywhere and never found them. After more than an hour of wasting time and emptying out closets and containers, I went to Wal-Mart at 10 PM to get more! The darn things only cost 97 cents for 200!! Thank goodness for Super Wal-Mart!

Thursday morning, I assembled the rainbow fruit kabobs using the precious and hard to find skewers, and David even trimmed off the sharp tips for safety. I think they turned out well:

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple - in fruit form!

Don't they look delicious??
When I went to pick them up that day, I went to Spencer's class first. He was in different pants - never a good sign when you pick up your preschooler in different clothes from when you dropped them off. Bless his independent heart! He needed to potty and went to the bathroom- without telling anyone. The light was not on, and he still did not call for help. Poor baby finally asked for help after he had gone potty all over his clothes, shoes and the bathroom since he could not see what he was doing!! And he was most sad about his boo-boo. He was so pitiful, hanging his head and mumbling to tell me about it. His teacher and I just reassured him that no one was upset with him. BUT his shoes were wet, so he was hanging out in his sock feet. I decided to just let him go in sock feet. So I am trying to carry him, both back packs, both coats, and a laundry basket full of the snack remnants. Not easy considering there are doors to open, etc. But he was being such a trooper, and he was in a good mood. He could not wait to go find Jessa - he really misses her at school.

My sweet baby's sock feet and his shoes drying in the sun when we got home.
We were headed to get Miss Jessa from the playground, which is where we pick her up most days. We got almost there, and she headed toward us. The first question she asked me was "Did you bring me a Bay's coke?" (code for diet coke with Lime, my Daddy's favorite kind, so also Jessa's) OK, I did tell her this morning that I would, but it slipped my mind. David was home for lunch when I was leaving and his car was blocking me, so I was running late. I started explain this to her when she LOST it!

"I am hot and miserable and sweating and hungry and I want my Bay's coke!"

The object of her desire. . .
I was instantly angry with her display! I had to put Spencer down (in the dirty, rocky parking lot in his sock feet) and talk hard to her to get her to settle down. She wasted a good several minutes standing in the hot parking lot pitching her fit. I told her in a not-so-nice tone, "You are standing here getting hotter when you could be in the car WITH air conditioning on your way to the ice cold coke at home!" After a small scene and my blood pressure rising, I got her into the car, and we were finally on the way home. And I did not even get to talk to her about the snack, darn it. I was too frustrated to ask her, which was OK because she was too infuriated with me to answer.

After all the fruit shopping, chopping, and balling, after the skewer searching and buying, after the sock footed trip to the parking lot, and after a forgotten coke, I am still not sure if anyone even ate the snack, much less liked it. What a mess!! Oh well! I tried. . .

Pumper

What a difference a day makes. . .
Yesterday, my Mom arrived to stay with us for a few days. The kids were over the moon - beyond excited! They did not leave her alone for a minute. They fought over who she loved the most several times. She went with me to pick them up from school to surprise them. And when we got home, we had to do it all! Ride bikes, play basketball, swing, play on the playground, read stories, watch movies - they wore her out trying to pack it all in (and that was the first 30 minutes!).

So when we were in the backyard swinging, May had to push them. Mommy would not do. And May tried to convince Jessa to just pump her legs. We have been trying for a long time to get her to do this. She could do the motion, but she did not seem to get the mechanics. She would always get discouraged and stop trying. In Louisiana, her "best friend" Hailey (who is a couple years older) even tried to teach her. All to no avail.

So today, I go to pick her up from school. Her class was on the playground. I went straight to find her, and I did not see her. One of her teachers, Miss Christy saw me and told me to look over to the swings. And there she was, all alone, swinging and PUMPING HER LEGS! She was so proud of herself!! Miss Christy said that she was determined to stay on the swing until I arrived to see her. And see her I did! She was beaming and grinning from ear to ear. And of course, yelling across the entire playground to make sure I was aware of what I was witnessing. I almost cried because she is so big, and she was so proud of herself.

We went into the building to get our Spencer, who had a "P" day at school. He wore his Pajamas. They had a feast to include Pancakes, Pineapples, Pretzels, Pickles, and Pears. When I left him this morning, he was elbow deep in Pasta hunting for baby gherkin Pickles! So Jessa being a new Pumper sort of fit into Spencer's day, huh??

When we got to his room, Jessa grabbed Spencer's arms and got right in his face and said, "Spencer, guess what?! I learned how to pump my legs!" And as we were leaving, she said, "The Pumper will lead the way." And all the way home, it was the pumper will get in first, the pumper will hook her seat, the pumper this, the pumper that. . . She could not wait to get home to show May her new skill.

We burst in the door and immediately made May go to the swing set. And boy was May proud and excited! Seriously, it was like the pumping thing just finally "clicked" today! And she is still so proud! She is counting the minutes until David gets home to show Daddy! She also kept telling Spencer, "When you get a little older, you can learn how to pump your legs, too."

Check out 2 videos of the pumper and her brother!

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They are just too big for my taste. . .

A great day to be in the Army

When we were at North Georgia, the Commandant of Cadets always opened his speeches with that line, "It's a great day to be in the Army!" He would be in the drill field overlooking all of the cadets in formation. Then all the cadets would shout "Hooah" from the formation. It was a cool thing to be a part of. I am a sucker for all the pomp and circumstance. I LOVE stopping the car and getting out each day at 5:00 to stand with my hand over my heart when they bring down the flag. I love living on post so that I can hear all the traditional songs that are played each day. I even love being awakened at 6:30 each morning to hear "Revile" and the sound of thousands of soldiers voices echoing as they sing the "Dog Faced Soldier Song." So ANY time there is a ceremony involving someone I know (my favorite is David, of course), I always try to attend. Changes of Command, Promotions, Retirements, I love them all.

Friday was a great day to be in the army because Jessa, Spencer, and I were able to attend an award ceremony. David always tells me about these because he knows about how much I love them. It was at 4, so we headed over to Cottrell Field. I even made sure all three of us were wearing red shirts under our coats to look patriotic.

Two of David's biggest fans!

We could see the soldiers already standing in formation. I LOVE that sight! They are all so handsome (I know some are girls, but they can look handsome, too, right??) We found a spot and Jessa almost immediately spotted David. She can always seem to find him before me these days. He was waving at us by the time Spencer and I looked up! Spencer thinks that each and every person who is wearing the ACUs (new camouflage) is Daddy or "looks like Daddy." He cracked me up Friday because before they got started a shorter, female soldier was repositioning herself. Spencer said in a sweet little voice, "Oh, Mommy, look at that little soldier!"

What a fine looking group of soldiers!

There were more than 120 or so soldiers being honored with an award for their service in Iraq during the last deployment. David was in the first group being given a Bronze Star. I am always way more proud of him than he is of himself. He downplays it and says "everyone got one," but to me anytime you get a cool ribbon to add to your awards, it is an accomplishment.

David was about the twelfth person to have his award pinned on. We cheered quietly (since no one else was clapping, I think so it did not take all day) and Jessa squeezed "Lammie" the lamb toy that she brought. Lammie bleated her excitement on cue. So now, after about 15 people, the children have nothing else to listen for or keep them interested. We were outside, so if they acted ugly, it may not be as noticeable. I had brought ring pops, which they were already enjoying. And I had explained that everyone wanted to hear their Daddy's name like we did, so we needed to keep it down. Plus, each soldier deserved their moment, and I tried to make them understand this.

The formation at attention

Jessa's impression of Attention

Well, I needn't have worried. These 2 precious ones figured out a fun way to entertain themselves. It even involved listening intently, too! It started when someone named "SGT George something" was announced. They both grinned and whispered excitedly, "like Curious George!" And so it began, a new name game! "Alice" reminded them of "Alice in Wonderland." Several guys named "Peter" resulted in "Peter Pan!" When they could not find a name that reminded them of something, Jessa started the rhyming game. "Fleming" she told me rhymes with "swimming!" They both got upset when someone named "Boozer" was announced. They thought that the speaker had called someone a "Loser." This is one of the really bad words they are not allowed to call anyone, and they were very concerned. I quickly told them that the name was "Boozer." To which Jessa replied, "Oh, it just rhymes with Loser."

Towards the end, we just listened for where we were in the alphabet. I would say "Ortiz, what letter comes after 'O'?" And both of them would use a technique I taught them called "singing it out." They would both start whispering and singing, "A, B, C, D, EFG. . ." until they could tell me "P" came after "O." They make me laugh!

Jessa also spotted a female soldier who was pregnant. She was most concerned about her needing to "get to the hospital NOW." I told her that I did not think it was time for that yet. Jessa also noticed that Daddy's award looked different from some of the other ones. He was pretty funny trying to explain to her over supper why he got a star and others did not!

When the ceremony was over, they released the formation and Jessa and Spencer took off, full speed into the sea of people to find Daddy! They were so glad to see him and so proud!!

Our reward for being nice during the ceremony - Daddy hugs!

Heading to the group photo

GROUP PHOTO (David is sixth from the left on the front row)

It was a great day to be in the army! (only David could not leave with us, he had to go back to work until 7:30 on a Friday! What's up with that?!)

A last picture before our dedicated soldier returned to work. . .

I am a FAN-atic

I love Fans! They are FANTASTIC! I always sleep with a ceiling fan on, when I have one. That was a huge adjustment in Germany because we did not have them. We bought some oscillating fans and got by, but we missed our ceiling fans!!

Throughout our army life, we have never known where we are going to live. We have been without fans many times. But since we got to Ft. Stewart in 2003, we have had them. Our rental house in Hinesville had fans and the house we bought in Leesville had fans. So we have been in fan heaven! We sleep with them on, even in winter. The noise it soothing and the cool air circulating helps us to sleep.

When we signed the lease for these quarters on post, I was sad to see NO FANS! When David got home and was surveying the new digs, I said, "We need to get fans for the bedrooms, huh?" And he scoffed and said that he did not want to fool with it. I was sad, but I understood. It seems like a scary operation messing with electrical wires, so I knew with my klutziness it was not something I should try. I decided we would just get used to it.

Well, with our new furry child, we have to sleep with our door closed at night. This way Max is not lonely (he cries at night if he is not in our bed), but Stewart stays out of Max's way. Stew is happy to roam all night, and he loves to sleep with the kiddos. But the air flow is restricted. And we have been hot at night. Plus, the dogs were hot. They were restless all night and did a lot of panting. Max likes to lay his head on your shoulder and pant loudly. I think he wants to make sure that we are aware that he is hot and uncomfortable.

After a sleepless night on Wednesday, David asked me what did I think we could do to have a night without wide awake, pacing, panting dogs. I replied, "We need a fan."

And that was all it took!!! After work on Thursday, we headed to Lowe's and bought A FAN! It is so awesome. It is quiet, but you can still sort of hear it. And it cools us - especially the dogs. I mean, they are wearing fur coats after all. . . We slept GREAT! I love it! This is the best thing David has ever done for me (well, lately, anyway!). I am so impressed with how quickly he put that baby up. Every time I look at it, I get so excited. He is so good to me! Seriously, words cannot accurately express how fired up I am. I am so excited! (see that does not do it justice)

Look at how well the boys are all sleeping. . .

Well, along these lines, the children were with us at Lowe's. The children were looking at fans with us. The children decided they wanted a fan. Jessa found the perfect one. It was pastel colored with pink and lavender and pale yellow. It had butterflies. She wanted it. She needed it. She had to have it. I said it was too "girly" for their bedroom. I felt like they needed something more gender neutral. She promptly convinced Spencer that he also wanted the girly fan. He even used those words, the ones Jessa told him to say: "Mommy, I want that girly one." Besides the frilly look of this fan, it was close to $100. The fan we picked out for our room was only $45. I could not see spending more than twice what we spent on our fan for their room.

My first attempt to get them to change their minds was the pulls. I thought if they picked out a cool pull that they liked, it would make them forget. They each picked out a dolphin, but they were not swayed. We found a fan for $20 that would work. They did not like it. There was whining. There were sad faces. UNTIL, my brilliant husband had an idea that made them change their minds immediately. He told them they could PAINT the blades! I thought this was a great idea because many people never look up and notice the fan. Or if it is on, you cannot see the individual blades anyway. Plus, it was only $20, so if they ruined it, it would not be a huge loss, right?

All the way home from Lowe's, Jessa kept saying, "Daddy, we have got some serious painting to do when we get home." And paint we did!

So here is their finished product. I helped some. Spencer makes requests because he does not have the patience that Jessa has for crafts yet. I also planned to paint one because there are 5 blades, which is not even. Jessa's are the light purple one and the pink, and purple and green one. Spencer's is the dark one. And my 2 are the stars and rainbow.

Everyone was happy, and we are all enjoying our new fans!

A special THANKS to our best handyman, our D!

We are SO lucky to have him.

First Day of School: The Third

God bless my poor babies, they are starting their third preschool this school year. I pray that we never have a year with this many "first days" again. They are such troopers, and I know that army brats are adaptable. But I feel that 3 schools, 3 classes, 3 teachers, 3 sets of friends may be excessive, wouldn't you agree?

We took a tour of our new school on Tuesday the 10th. I thought I would croak when we walked into the office for our 11:00 appointment. The office manager said, "Good Morning, I bet I know who y'all are!" And my sweet girl walked right up to this stranger and said, "I am Jessa. That is J-E-S- another S- and A. I have 5 letters in my name, and I am 5 years old." I smiled and said, "And I am Dana, and this is Spencer." Then once we went into the director's office, the director asked Spencer how old he was. He did not hesitate as he politely and clearly answered, "6." I NEVER know what to expect. . .

So this morning was their first day at this third school of the year. I think I was more anxious than they were. Spencer kept asking me if Miss Georgia would be there, and it broke my heart to tell him no. Jessa kept focusing on how much she could not wait to check out the playground. I just hope they get to play because it is supposed to be rainy and windy and cold today. Fingers crossed they at least try. . .

They WOULD not go to sleep last night. I think we are just off of our routine, and I am sure they are going to be little zombies this afternoon!! But despite our late night, we had a pretty good morning. Spencer had his favorite cereal straws (aka "crunchy straws") to start his day with a full tummy. He also wore "soft pants" which are basically sweat pants. I had some nice navy slacks laid out, but I decided I would not fight him. I wanted him to feel comfortable on his first day.

Delicious crunchy straws and Sesame Street to start the day

Jessa did not wake up good until we were almost out the door. And she said her tummy did not want to eat. I tried, I really did! So here they are about to leave before their third (and the Good Lord willing, last) First Day of this school year.

She was cold, so she could not smile.
And here they are about to head in to the building. Spencer was already saying, "Don't leave me." Yeah, Mommy guilt LOVES phrases like that.

Jessa was happier because she had her coat on now.

Spencer is less happy because he is anticipating my leaving.
We took Jessa first, since Spencer was not too sure. Jessa did not hesitate. She met her teacher, took off her coat, found her cubby - this chick knows how this school thing works! God bless her! I was almost in tears because she was so big and independent and confident. Miss V, her teacher showed her to her seat, and she plopped down and started to color her Mail Carrier (the letter they are working on is "M"). I took a quick photo, she hugged me, and I headed out.

Now to my poor baby Spencer's room. . . He wanted me to "holdsha" him (their term for me to hold them). So I carried my sweet boy to his room. He was a little clingy, but his teacher Miss Christina was so glad to see him. We checked out the room and put his things in his cubby. He located his favorite color on the color posters. He pointed out his letter "S" on the alphabet. He even found the "sholder" (soldier) on the career chart and told me he "looks like Daddy." So after a minute, Miss Christina took his hand and I took off running! He was crying (and the lump in my throat made it hard to breathe). So no pictures of him in his new class yet. . .

I will say that I had to drop off papers at the director's office, and as I passed back by Spencer's classroom I could not hear him crying anymore. (If only I could say the same for his mother!) Boy is it hard to be the mommy of army brats!

Here's to a great start at a new school and to never having 3 schools in one year again. Are you with me??