Hmm, this blog post is going to be a true Smiles and Trials post if I have ever seen one. It has been one of those days. Let's start with the great stuff.
One of my favorite boys turned 12 today. What a gorgeous face my sweet Paul has. Though we are having a big party for him this weekend to celebrate his and Caleb's birthday, we did do cake and presents tonight.
He had no trouble blowing out his candles.
He saw this mini longboard at Costco when we were out shopping, so I went back and bought it a few days later. Even though Alex had walked in the door from that shopping trip telling everyone about the new skateboard I bought, Paul was genuinely surprised to open his gift tonight. Too bad one brother was so jealous that he had very little nice to say at first.
Happy birthday Paul! We are blessed to have you as a son!
Alex and Dennis managed to get up for school this morning without waking up Nolan. This is no small feat for either of them. Little did I know that Nolan's fever made it a bit easier for him to continue sleeping through the commotion. It was only when he came down to breakfast and refused to eat so I sent him to lay down on the couch that I noticed he was burning up. Poor guy. I'm positive it didn't help that I gave him a multi-purpose cold medicine on accident that contained only a little bit of fever reducer. My eyes only read acetaminophen on the bottle. When I noticed his fever was not coming down enough I checked the bottle and saw that it wasn't what I thought. Whoops! So glad I read more closely and praising God that my whoops wasn't a bigger deal. This time I gave him Motrin and read the bottle three times!
Nolan has been very sweet today letting me take care of him. Towards the evening I had to give him a cool bath to bring down his fever because the wet washcloth wasn't cutting it. He had the shivers for a while, but his fever came down.
As I watched Nolan throughout the day, in the back of my mind I kept thinking about his pre-op this coming Wednesday. I doubt they would give the okay for surgery next week. Then I got a call from the office telling me that the hospital that I want to have the surgery at will not admit a child overnight under the age of four. So we rescheduled the surgery for October right after his 4th birthday. He should be good to go by then.
Lately we have had some issues with lying. Dennis came home saying that he bought hot lunch because he forgot his lunch at home. As soon as he saw me ask Rachel if she put his lunch in his back pack this morning he looked at me and apologized for not telling the truth and buying hot lunch when he wasn't supposed to. That was easy enough.
Then one of our daughters put on a movie in my room without permission when I left with a few girls to the grocery store and then lied about it saying that it probably was Dad who put the movie on when he came home briefly from work to get something. "So let me get this straight," I told her. "You walked into my room to find the movie already on and even though you know you do not have permission to be in my room watching a movie that you haven't gotten approval for, you laid down on my bed and watched the movie until a sister came in and told you to turn it off because you shouldn't be in my room." I must admit, she almost had me there for a moment even though I knew it was her and could only be her. What really got me was that even when I explained to her that by process of elimination and past behaviors she was the only logical person it could be, she still denied it. I had her sit at the kitchen table while I made dinner. Nothing more, nothing less.
She knew my sadness and eventually the guilt got the best of her. Literally. She asked to help with dinner. I accepted. After a while, she confessed over frying chicken. Another praise although John and I wonder why the apology came right before she knew he was coming home. Hopefully it was just a coincidence.
Still, she is grounded from computer and movies. I told her that her grounding would have been less had she been honest with me from the beginning. Yes, there would have been a little trouble for going into my room and putting on a movie without permission, but nothing compared to her lying over and over about it later.
Then there is the nail polish incident. Ever since the girls knocked over a whole bottle of bright orange nail polish back at our old house, I have insisted that the girls paint their nails in the garage or outside. They all know this rule. Who knows what was going through two of my daughters heads when they decided to paint their nails on their desks and in the bathroom today. Needless to say, the polish has been confiscated and they are no longer allowed to paint their nails until further notice.
Home school has officially begun. We started at 7am and the kids worked straight through till 10:30am. And then they were done. I was shocked at how well they worked today. It probably helped that many of them did a lot their school work last night. Hey-- whatever works!