Some news and a funny story...

Logan has been in school for a week and a half. It has been great to get him out of the house. He loves being away from us too!

Trevor gave all of us school blessings the Monday before school started. It was really a nice way to start the school year. Yesterday Logan came home from school and said "Mom, I am so glad Dad gave me that blessing and IT REALLY WORKS! I've been so good at school!" LOL!

We have started Sami in preschool and I think that will be SOOO good for her. If you know anything about her, you know she is ME when I was little. SO SHY! I would much rather do preschool at home, but we felt like that would not have been a good thing to do for Sami. She really needs as much interaction as possible. We also decided to take it a step further with her since she is starting to act like a typical LOST middle child, and we signed her up for a tumbling class. Just another way for her to feel good about herself.

Things have only gotten more chaotic around here, and I don't think life could speed by any faster! Today as we were getting ready to send Logan off to school, I asked him to brush his teeth and comb his hair and just then the phone rang. I picked it up and talked for a few minutes.

When I hung up, we had exactly ten minutes to make it to the bus stop (about a half mile away). Perfect. Except Logan had not done what I had asked him to do. I rushed him into the bathroom and shoved the toothbrush in his mouth while with the other hand combing his hair.

Then we ran out the door. Except the girls stopped at the driveway. We had exactly four minutes to make it to the bus. I ran back to grab Phoebe's hand and as we were running across the street, she tripped. I looked back at her as she was going down, and she fell into my feet and made me trip too. LOL!

Both of us sprawled in the middle of the street, and Logan and Sami looking on saying "Come on! Get up!"

Of course it wasn't exactly that humorous at the time. Phoebe immediately had a huge goose egg on her forehead and I had huge chunks of skin missing from my hands. We were both bleeding and yet still running for the bus stop. Then a lady from our ward who had not seen what happened pulled up in her car beside us as we were running down the sidewalk. She wanted to talk, and kept attempting conversation with me as Phoebe was screaming and Logan and Sami were still running. I slowed down to a walk and tried to talk, but my mind was a huge jumble. I don't know how I got her to drive away, but she did and we were off at a run again. We made it with a few seconds to spare. Then Logan was gone and we sat down on the grass to examine our wounds.

Phoebe kept saying "Hit my head! Owie!" Poor little girl! I felt so bad for her! She was so excited to get a band-aid when we got home.

Now I think it's time to end this chaotic day and go to bed. I've had a migraine all day long.