A Week of Excitement and A Little Pain

I knew this week would be eventful with the beginning of school but never anticipated HOW eventful it would turn out to be.  On Monday, August 7, we welcomed the most precious 8 lb. 3 oz. angelic girl to the Deaton tribe.  Zella Smith Deaton was born.  She’s squishy, got those perfect pouty lips, some long locks and absolutely perfect.  Andrew and MacKenzie are going to knock it out of the park being her parents.  There’s nothing more beautiful than a brand new baby!  She’s one blessed little girl!  

Wednesdays are like Mondays in the middle of the week! – Lee Fox Williams

 Wednesday arrived and our house was a flurry of activity at 6 AM.  Cinnamon Rolls are a staple on the Wednesday menu too, so I was up getting those ready (and by ready, I mean popping open a can of Pillsbury and putting them in the oven– I’m no Pioneer Woman).  I knew Karson wanted to curl her hair too which takes a while because she literally has the thickest head of hair ever.  Matt had already told the kids that they’d be leaving every morning at 6:40 PM (be in the car or ride the bus was his exact statement). 

How in the world do we have a high school freshman and 7^th grader already?  Facebook Timehop likes to remind me how OLD they are with floods of pictures.  Sheesh.  Karson will be driving in less than two years which might turn out to be a good thing with Matt’s new position at South.  He leaves early and comes home later which means the kids are riding the cheese wagon home quite a bit.  Isaac doesn’t mind it at all, and Karson has practice after school most of the time anyway.  Riding the bus actually gets them home faster than riding in the car anyway.  However, Karson will probably enjoy/prefer driving to school, and it will allow Matt to leave however early he wants. 

I have found out our house is rather small on these morning where three people need in the bathroom at the same time.  It might be time to start looking for another place?  And, I have no idea how Miles managed to sleep through all of the commotion because it wakes me up immediately. He stumbled out of bed around 6:50, post chaos.  Have I mentioned lately how proud I am of this little guy?  I adore him.  I’ve always said he’s along for the ride – putting his plans and agenda aside if something trumps it.  He and Isaac share a room and are attached at the hip.  Now, they won’t even be at the same school for at least four years.  He’s been rather optimistic about this year even though most of his close friends aren’t in class with him. In fact, one of his closest friends recently moved to Edmonson County.  It was so cute – his friend called him last night and they talked on the phone for about 30 minutes.  Precious.  It’ll be a good year, and we’re excited to be reunited with Ms. Lindsey (who taught our Karson in 5^th grade).

I told Miles since it’s just the two of us in the morning, we need to start some new traditions – one of them being going out to breakfast a few mornings each month.  He and I used to do that when the older two were in school, and he was still too little for school.  It was a fun tradition, and since I don’t generally go out to Plano to eat lunch with him, maybe this will be something special we can do together. And, speaking of lunches....

Saw this cute picture on WCPS's twitter feed.

Onto the PAIN…I’m sure some of you were thinking PAIN because the kids started school.  Nope.  I’m not emotional like that at all. In fact, despite losing some extra sleep, I think the kids are usually ready to start back, even though they wouldn’t admit it.  There’s something nice about having productive days that keep you engaged – it  gives you structure, instills good habits, and creates a sense of stability. It’s also fun hanging out with your friends and meeting new people.  I’m thankful for the breaks but thankful for the routine too.  Back to the PAIN….I was racing home from work Tuesday night to inhale a sloppy joe and make it to Logan County to see Karson play volleyball at 5:30 – first scrimmage of the season when I got a text from my sister.

She told me she was in the ER with dad and he’d hurt himself.  Prepare for some gross pics.  Apparently he was using his blower (barefoot) and tripped over an air compressor, got his fourth and fifth toes caught in the compressor somehow, dislocated his fourth toe and nearly ripped off his fifth toe.  Eeeeek.  Sounds frightening?  Shannon and I weren't sure what was more frightening - the injury or his Walking Dead toenails?  You decide?  I couldn't help but think of the pedicure scene from Dumb and Dumber.  My head is always wrapped around movie or television scenes.  For instance, we are doing CPR training at SKyPAC on Monday, and all I can think about is The Office CPR training.

I chatted with Dad later that night once we got back from Logan County.  He was home recovering and in good spirits.  Of course he wanted to know all about Karson, her game, and how she played.  I know he hated missing it. I'm glad he's okay and nothing more serious happened.

I, too, have been in a hospital gown this week.  I had my first mammogram yesterday.  That's one of those beautiful gifts you get for turning 40.  It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, and BONUS, got a call today from my OB/G office and they want to take more pictures.  Lovely.  The Radiology Tech had already prepared me for the call.  I just wasn't expecting it today though.  Heading back later this month.

August has certainly been eventful!