Our Week: Deep breath...

Monday: Our normal crazy morning routine. Screaming, crying, tooth brushing, hair spiking, "I don't want to wear that", fit throwing kind of Monday. By the time I got the boys to school I felt like I had put in a full days work. But I trudged through the day in kindergarten. I left early to bring Big to his first (of many eye doctor appointments). Because NOTHING about Big is normal the appointment itself took about two and a half hours. When the tech was asking Big to identify pictures (because he was acting TOO silly to identify letters) Big couldn't identify any of the small ones. The tech finally asked, and I quote, "Does he even know what a horse and birthday cake are?" I wanted to die, of course he knows, he obviously couldn't see. After a million more tests and a few little fits and a few moments of Big saying things like, "No thanks, not Nemo, I like the news better." Finally we got the diagnosis, two astigmatisms and farsightedness, he'll need glasses. GASP* So, I looked at the glasses at the optical shop, had a minor stroke, and because I'm cheap, opted to look around before I made the big purchased. Of course, Big, being the drama king he is, cried for hours, literally, because he WANTS glasses. We picked up Weston from school, who is fully potty trained! YIPPEE...he didn't have any accidents. What a freakin genius, RIGHT? Well, just as we turned onto our driveway...he peed. You know the rest, supper/bath/stories/bed.

Tuesday: Same 'ol morning routine with a little less opposition. After all, Big knew if he wasn't good his sweet mother wouldn't buy him glasses. WhoEVER put that idea into his head. *wink* I left work early to order glasses. After calling around I decided to get them at the optical shop we visited in the beginning. Then after school we had our photo shoot at Studio 220. If you haven't yet, CHECK THEM OUT! They are amazing photographers. The boys were a little rowdy. The photographer, who is the mother of one sweet girl, kept shaking her head saying, WOW, they are fun. Which I'm sure what she wanted to say was WOW, they are bad as hell, let's get some GREAT pictures so they don't come back for a re-shoot. Two hours later, with most of the walls still standing in the studio we headed home.

Wednesday: Very uneventful. Today was the day to pick up Big's glasses. So, me, Big and Baby venture into the optical shop. After Carsyn woo'ed the lady into letting him see how glasses were made, he tried on his. He looks super cute, and I'll try to post a picture soon.

Baby was super cute after school. He really loves his brother and I am always amazed at how he copies everything Big does. Baby decided today was a changing day. He re-wrote the rules. And when BIG didn't copy Baby...Baby got mad. It was a battle until bedtime. Whew...what a day.

Thursday: T-Ball practice. Big's general stance on t-ball is less is more. The less he has to do the more fun it is. When they are supposed to be fielding balls he stands back and watches. When I tell him to go get the ball he says he'd rather just give the other kids a chance. ugh! He is a good batter. He can hit pretty far, but that running business, well, he'd rather not. Baby, on the other hand, would rather be out there with the big kids showing them some moves. He won't be able to play for two years, but I think he might be my sports star. Big will probably enjoy things like, fantasy baseball.

Friday: I made it to the end of the week. I have to finish getting everything ready for Big's first t-ball game tomorrow. Baby's shirt isn't ready...so I'm scratching around trying to find a team shirt for him! Big is doing great wearing his glasses, so far after two days he hasn't lost or broke them, now that is progress!