Lexi Loves School!

Jeremy's is in reading to the kids, and I had thought I'd hurry and get a post in. Well, here I am-- I've done three posts, and he's still reading! So here comes #4-- Jen, you should be smiling. (:

Lexi is absolutely LOVING school!! We went back and forth forever on where to send her and had decided on the Utah School for the Deaf and Blind. At the last minute, however, we spoke more thoroughly with the vision people in our district, and decided to put her in school right here in Herriman. I am SO happy with our decision. This school is close, and she has the most wonderful people working with her. She has a vision/mobility specialist that is with her all the time. She does a perfect job of helping her without doing too much for her. Her teacher has been fabulous as well, and we are so appreciative of her efforts. Now, every morning, Lexi's first words are, "I want school!" She comes home every day and tries her best to tell me what happened at school. It's amazing how many words she has learned in just three months. This week she was able to tell me such details as how she went to gym, opened and shut her folder, practiced ABC's, learned to spell her name, played on the slide at recess, sang songs with her friends, heard a story about a grandma and grandpa... I mean, isn't that amazing?! We are just so happy for her that she is enjoying it so much and that her language skills are taking off!!

Lexi is using a cane now and has progressed so much in the last couple of weeks in how she uses it. I am so excited to see where she is a year or two from now. We are so proud!

As a footnote, we now have three kindergartners at three different schools. Yikes!



Lexi and Daddy on her first day of school.

The Cream of Wheat Saga Comes to an End

You may remember this post about Jer's battle with cooking cream of wheat. A few weeks ago, I woke up to find he was giving it another try. He was so excited to have it work out right this time, and we were all cheering for him. He had the water boiling and added the cream of wheat. He soon found that he could barely stir it-- it was soooo thick. You should have seen his face when he realized that he did the conversions wrong in his head and somehow added FOUR TIMES the amount of cream of wheat as what it called for. In an effort to make him feel better, I suggested adding milk and made the kids eat it anyway. It tasted ok, and Parker, bless his heart, kept saying how good it was. After Graci's spoon broke, I gave up and told them they could dump it.





This time, however, I got smart. It's usually months, or years, between cream of wheat attempts. I decided that was the problem-- that he couldn't remember time to time what he did and what went wrong. So the next time I was at the store, I purchased a new box and told him he HAD to try again.

AND...

Perfection.

I even liked it, and I don't care for cream of wheat.

We're so proud of you, Jer. (;

This is what happens when Daddy's in charge

A perfect morning

I love sleeping in on Saturday mornings. Our "big kids" are old enough and sweet enough that they are willing to get up and take care of "the littles" while we get some extra rest. I love it. I love even more when we are wakened by an adorable 7-year-old, all dressed up, handing us outfits she has picked out and ordering us to get dressed and come downstairs to Elli's room. NOW. I love when my outfit consists of a black dress, mismatched accessories, and brown leather boots. I love how she has managed to move the piano bench into the room for our table, and that she wraps a blanket around each of us so we won't be cold. I love the cute breakfast she has prepared. I love how she wants to take pictures. And I love how she leaves the room, saying, "OK, it's time for you to have alone time!"

I don't love how I look in the morning.