Adventures in Parenting- Part 32

I was getting ready to head over to the church to set up for the Relief Society Birthday Celebration (I'm 1st couns in the RS pres now- leaving my comfort zone in YW) and came down to find Andrew dressed but covered in stamps. He tried to wash it off while I got my shoes but ended up with a pink face and red bangs. He even stamped his toes but I could laugh because he did not stamp walls or carpet. And that is why he is still allowed to live with us in all his crazy awesome Enderness.

When I got home from the church after setting up there was a message on my machine from Weston's teacher telling me Weston got in a fight with another boy at recess and "they were basically slugging each other." Weston tells me his friend didn't want to play with him and was running away which made him "get tears in his eyes" so Weston kept chasing down the friend to get him to play with him until the friend finally turned around and smacked him and Weston tried to push him away but his hand was too close to friend's mouth so friend bit Weston's fingers. Weston went to the nurse, friend went to the office. Both friends got shamed by being on red the rest of the day. Apparently Weston gets this troubled side from his Pop who did time in the Assistant Principal's office in Jr. High. I told him to try playing with other friend's who wouldn't hurt him and got tears in my eyes when he asked what to do if no one wants to play with him.

Speaking of the trouble with kindergarten, last week Weston came home with a note reporting Weston had said "the f word." Hoping maybe the teacher was referring to actual potty humor I asked Weston what the"f word" was. Sure enough it was the big one. I asked him where he heard it and he said a girl in his class whispered the spelling in his ear and he (being the good spelling/reader that he is) said it out loud and the teacher heard him. I told him it was an inappropraite word that we don't use and although he wasn't in trouble this time because he didn't know I never wanted to hear him say it, whisper it or spell it to anyone. I told him that if he hears a word that he's never heard in our home it's probably not worth repeating and that he should ask me about it before saying it. Then we checked out this book at the library that I think does such a great job at addressing the issue.

Wednesday I spent the day on the couch feeling achy and weird and hoppped up ready to go again the next morning (thankfully since the weston and Andrew incidents were that day). Friday Emma came home from school and told me she threw up on the bus (that poor bus driver, I will have to do something nice for the poor man). She slept fine that night, laid around a little Saturday and was ready to eat dinner with us and play with her brothers by Saturday night. we did have to cancel with our friends who were going to bring there kids over so they could go to the temple. Emma has not been very considerate of our social engagements lately.