Let me explain...

(Can you guess what Mason is going to be for Halloween?)

Whenever Jenna eats, she constantly holds her fork. I have tried to teach her to set it down on her plate, if she needs to say...stretch, scratch her leg, hit her brother, push her hair out of her face, etc., but she won't. She waves it around all during her meal, and therefore, whatever she is eating ends up in her hair or on the chair or on her clothes or her brothers.

Her breakfast of choice lately is frozen waffles. The mess in her hair the first time she ate them was truly nasty. So, my solution...the do-rag. She no longer has sticky hair and it is stinkin' cute besides. Yea me!

Update: My Mom wants me to be sure and give her credit for this "do" as she used to tie a cloth diaper on my head to prevent me from smearing mashed potatoes in my hair as a wee babe. Ah...my love affair with mashed taters started early!

Balloon Festival

So we went to the local ballon festival this weekend with some friends and because of the horrendous traffic, we didn't arrive before dark. All we were able to see were the balloons glowing, not flying, and the fireworks at the end. No balloons in the air though. Bummer!

Our friend bought all of the kids light sabers and they more than made up for the lack of flying balloons. I was way more bummed than the kids...Maybe I should have bought a light saber.

Kobe is such a cutie patootie!

Umm...Boys will be boys?

This was called the candle burn. Big whoop. Oh well, there's always next year.

Jenna's First Day of School

With Ms. Sue

(one of these days I'll put up a video of her saying Ms. Sue...It's the cutest thing!)

Miss J started pre-school today and she was just as excited as Grant was. All summer long, whenever we passed her school, she shouted out "There's my school!" I'm sure she was wondering if she would ever return. Anyhow, she was ready with her backpack on a full 30 minutes before we had to leave. After we dropped Grant off, she said, "It's Jenna's turn!" (And she has said that every morning since.)


Once we arrived, she ran straight for her old classroom. We said "Hi" to her old teachers, and then I had to coax her over to her new room. We had been to a meet the teacher meeting a few days before, but I guess it didn't hit home that she would be in the new class all the time now. But once we got re-directed, she hung her backpack up and pranced right in without looking back. When I picked her up, I could hear her laughing as soon as I entered the hallway. I got to watch her dance and sing with wild abandon. She was louder and wilder than anyone in the class. It is so sweet to see her joy after the sadness she held on to for so long.