I'm behind

I'm behind in my posts. It's been a tough week. Grant woke up with Strep throat in the middle of the night last week. I took him to the doctor who was baffled because he didn't know how to treat Grant due to all of his allergies to antibiotics. We sat for an hour while Dr. Thompson called other docs and hospitals and finally infectious control doctor to see how to treat poor little sick Grant.

They came up with something absurd, which was to put him in the hospital for 10 days to "de-sensitize" Grant to Penicillin.

Umm, what? I panicked.

Then they decided to try some crazy drug that stunts bone growth in Beagles.

Umm, what again? I got sick to my stomach.

Finally, they tried a drug he hasn't been allergic to since he was a baby, good ole Clindamycin. And, it's working. And he's fine.

Meanwhile, my hot water tank went out at the same time.

I also hit my NEW car on my OWN garage and totally wrecked up the bumper. So, I've been grouchy and overwhelmed.

Today is a new and better day, and I decided to catch up the posts.

Grant started summer camp last week (well, for a few days, before he got sick). See:

First day of camp. I was so worried. He was not.
He had a blast.

We went to a wedding. Luke danced and danced. Grant sat in a chair and did not. (Just like his old Mom)

We went To Nene's and Mike's for Mike's birthday.

Grant, Connor and O'Brian playing in Nene's birthday
present from Mike.

I'm looking forward to a better week!

The Newest "First Grader"

Last night Grant graduated Kindergarten and today was his last official day at the YMCA. Grant handed a rose to each one of his teachers he's known since he started school. Several of them teared up and gave him a big hug. It was a happy sad moment. While I'm sad to leave behind the comfortable and safe world of Kindergarten, I know it's time for the next chapter in Grant's life. He's very excited and so am I!

Walking into the ceremony.

He was the leader

G is the last one on the back row on the right

Ethan Allen Nedio, Dakota and G

The boys being silly.

My little angel

G and Daddy

Mommy, G, and Daddy

I have a few more videos that I captured on my phone (my camera ran out of storage right when the ceremony started) that I will try and upload when I can figure out how to get it to work.

Changes

I picked up Grant yesterday and he was playing basketball by himself. Just shooting some hoops. For whatever reason it dawned on me that we were down to the final days of school. G would be a first grader in a matter of moments.

So I did what I always do when I realize the obvious.

Got emotional. And took pictures so I can remember the moment I got all emotional for the millionth time while watching this little boy grow up.

We came home and I did my usual struggle to get him to eat ALL of his dinner. However, I am a total genius and made each area of dinner have a captain. Grant's into the newest ridiculous fab of Squinkies. Little mini plastic bouncy figures. It's weird. But, it keeps him occupied for awhile.



See. Each area has a captain. Green Latern at spinach, Captain

America at rice, some guy I don't know at meat and some other guy I don't

know at Olives.





Think what you will about me, but it worked.

We also reviewed his year end report card. He did great!
In everything. He was pleased and so am I.


And, here's some of his last art projects at school.



Sweet Sissy/Auntie Lauren

Lauren graduated last night. I'm so very proud of her and the kind hearted, smart, beautiful and thoughtful person she has become.

Of course I cried. I tend to cry at events like these. I realized though, this was different. Here she was standing in front of me, with a perfect smile planted on her face despite the tremendous few years she's had. And how gracefully she handled the struggles thrown her way while trying to finish high school, apply to college, keep up with tennis and do all the other million things teenagers do at this point in their lives.

I cried because Dad wasn't there to see this amazing woman. A woman he spent his years raising, watching countless tennis matches, practices, communions, birthday parties. school functions and trips to the zoo. He was so proud of her. I was sad for her. Her Dad wasn't there. It was the first time in my life I understood both sides of something so significant; from the parent perspective, the child's and the sister.

But, as Dad would say, onward and upward. She's off to OU (there's still time to change your mind and go to OSU, just saying) in the fall. I can't wait to see what her future holds, and as someone at the long graduation ceremony said last night, what the rest of her story will be now that she'll be the author.

I love you, "Buttercup".

Sore Loser

Grant was extremely grouchy yesterday. Everything caused a huge sigh and whine and fit. After awhile I just went into his room, hugged him and said I would be glad to play with him, since all his friends weren't home at the time.

We sat down in the living room and started playing Uno. I realized quickly I had a fabulous hand. The best I've ever been dealt.

3 Draw Fours and One Wild Card. It's like an Uno Royal flush.

Things moved right along and the whining and complaining seemed to have subsided.....

See. Happy.

Then, it happened. I played my hand. I tried to not win quickly, as I knew with a hand like that it would be over fast. He came close to winning, until I played my Draw Four gauntlet.

Which resulted in this:

Clearly he's not happy for me with my fabulous win.

Enough said. Bad day.

I just love this little boy

The "Graduate"

I made this last night:

I'm already upset just thinking about him graduating in 12 years from high school and leaving for college.

I realize I'm ridiculous.