The Week in Review

My boys made front page of the paper on Monday.


One army jeep broke down right in front of us. The jeep in front of it tried to pull it up Main Street with a rope, but it wasn't working. A bunch of men (including one of my brothers) jumped in and pushed the jeep up the hill into the library parking lot.
My town's fireman's carnival is this week. While we never go to it until Thursday night, we decided to mix things up (and try to keep our sanity and prevented the "when can we go to the carnival?????" nightly pestering) and went Monday night.
Mason (7) and Jackson (9) are tall enough to ride the "big-people" rides all by themselves. Yikes! When did that happen? I can barely look at that ride without feeling all morning-sick-like and I'm not even pregnant.
And Wednesday was our parade. Just like last year, the town council rode in the parade. I had a big bag of candy that I was saving for my end of the street. Many of my nieces and nephews were there with my kids. Plus all the neighbor kids. I had so much candy, I had to stand up to dump the bag in the street. And then I accidentally let go of the bag. Oops.
Yesterday was Play Day at school. Mason and Carter both ran the half-mile. This is Carter crossing the finish line. It was smoldering hot (and humid) by the time he ran in the afternoon. Poor guy. I cheered him on every lap.
Poor little Jackson was supposed to go to Play Day, but he awoke in the middle of the night with a stomach bug. Not only did he miss his beloved Play Day, he broke his perfect attendance record for the school year. With only six days left ...





Poor little Jackson was supposed to go to Play Day, but he awoke in the middle of the night with a stomach bug. Not only did he miss his beloved Play Day, he broke his perfect attendance record for the school year. With only six days left ...

And this very morning my lovely little Spenser graduated from preschool. I'm sad to say that next year she will be entering the world of kindergarten. And I'm so going to miss that girl. (But, on the other hand, I will only have one at home next year. One. I can't comprehend what that will even be like.)
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And those carnival rides, too. Oh, I miss Fair Days. Though I do NOT miss that heat. Yeek.