Locked out, concrete burn and hold the meat

Well our first full week of school is behind us and we have started into our second week. Week 1 was relatively uneventful. With great joy (partial amazement) I can say Hadley stayed on green all week. Wayne did receive word that a major challenge for Hadley will be to stay seated (insert gasp, shock), she comes by it honestly. Surprisingly, the most noteworthy event from the week didn't come in Hadley's PreK class, but in Wayne's room after school. The story as I understand it, is he picked her up from after-school care and took her back to his room so he could finish up some work. He had to go somewhere within the school and she didn't want to go. He gave her instructions not to leave his room, he would be right back and apparently all she heard was blah, blah, blah, blah. A short time after he left (I'm thinking mere seconds) she decided she would go off in search of him. She thought he said lunch room and so that is where her search began (in her defense, Wayne, lunch room, not a big leap). She didn't find him in the lunch room and went out a lunch room door, this door took her to the outside. Of course, Wayne wasn't outside, but now she couldn't get back in, the doors lock behind you when you go out! This is where Mama tunes out for the story and all I hear is blah, blah, blah, my baby was where? locked out of where? What? How? Another teacher found her and returned her to Wayne, but apparently Hadley was so upset at the time, the teacher didn't tell him where she found her at. It wasn't until the next day when the teacher was telling Wayne how pitiful Hadley was crying outside that he found out where she had been. Daddy gave Hadley a lecture, Mama gave Daddy a lecture, end of story!!!!!

Saturday we went to a concert in the park. It was a wonderful evening until someone went skidding across the concrete. This picture was taken pre-concrete plant. Post concrete plant would show both knees bleeding, ankles and arches of her feet bleeding. We have signed her up for her second year of dance, here's hoping.......

For those of you that have never seen Hadley eat a sandwich, it is quite entertaining. She insists I assemble it in to sandwich form, only to disassemble it and eat it piece by piece. Tonight, she put a new twist on it, when she was almost done she added chips to the bread and then began eating. Clearly, her daddy's genes influence her culinary choices!!! I wouldn't eat the chips once they touched the mayo, yuck!!!