My "E" Bump

WILD CHILD

Nana Vicki and Dr. Tim - Thank you for mine and Ellison's "Born to be Wild" T-Shirts. I've always been a little WILD!!!

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!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WYATT

Hope you had a great day, we miss you!!!
Love,
Wayne, Carrie & Hadley

Who's the BABY???

So my big girl started PreK today at her Daddy's school. I had honestly not planned on taking her, I was going to pretend she was at school all day hanging out helping Wayne in his classroom. I was okay with the denial, until I learned Wayne wouldn't be able to take her to her class, he would have to drop her in the holding area and there would be no pictures. I decided I would endure the trauma of dropping my baby girl at BIG school to ensure I had pictures to preserve the memory.

In true Hadley form, she made sure I wasn't too traumatized. We are walking down the 1/4 mile hallway and I excitedly tell her we are getting closer and ask her if she is ready. She looks at me with all the exasperation of a 16 year old and says, "Mom quit being a baby."

It was at that moment that I realized no matter how sad I was, I would not break in front of her, I would not be ridiculed by a 4 year old. I seriously could not help but smile the rest of the day when I wondered what she was doing.

Dad dropped in for a couple of minutes before jetting of to his class.