In honor of Micah's head

Well, we were having a delightful time playing on the playground after school today, right up until Micah fell off the monkey bars. I thought he was just ouch-hurt and scared, so I was hugging him, but then I felt something wet. His head was bleeding. And heads bleed A LOT! My shirt was soaked, I had blood all down my check and neck.

Fortunately the school was still open, so we ran inside for ice. It's really just a tiny cut, too small even for a stitch. But it took a while to get it to stop. His hair is all matted down now. He's promised me that he'll be more willing to wash it after he watches a movie first.

Last night was Parent Night at the boys' school. It was the first time I've had to bounce between 2 grades, but it worked out (especially since I already had a meeting scheduled for today with Sam's teacher and the reading specialist anyway). It was so nice to see what they've been doing for the first 11 days of school. Micah's self-portrait was really incredibly detailed. He even spelled out "Niagara Falls Canada" in tiny press-on letters because that was the shirt he was wearing.

Sofia continues to trash the house every day, and then finally fall asleep in the car on the way to pick up the boys. Ugh. I have to figure out how to get her to nap earlier.

Oh, and she was in the newspaper today! A friend called at 7:30 to say she would bring it to school. Delightful picture of Sofia sitting in my lap, wearing a crown and doing some stretches.

And I bought new eye-glasses today, although I can't go pick them up now (since my shirt was covered in blood, we decided to come home instead). Tomorrow, then.