Today was Pajama day at preschool. Chewie just couldn't get it. Why the heck was he wearing PJs instead of his jeans. I showed him everything and helped him get the clothes on--but then he kept running to me with his jeans. It's fricking cold here too--so there's an extra layer under those jammies. It's also letter "M" day, so what he is holding is Dora's mom for show and tell Hey--it works and it was right there. He heads to daycare right after this, but I'm taking a change of clothes. Ted left this snowpants there Wednesday, so that's at least one thing I don't have to worry about. Chewie is turning into a typical Pritchard boy--or he has always been. At least this one didn't involve a trip to the ER. He AGAIN decided to jump down the stairs to preschool--falling on his shoulder. Tears, tears, and more tears. And scrapped knees. Do you think he'll learn??? Yeah, I don't think so either.
I again got the GI flu or a nasty case of food poisioning over the weekend. Isn't it wonderful when your husband tells you "you look like crap"? Yeah honey, love you too. Thankfully I recovered in time to do my hospice shadowing. Wonderful experience. Now they contact my references, do the drug testing (yeah Janiece control freak--drugs--hardly likely), and then set up orientation--which they are totally flexible on. It will probably be a couple ofweeks before things can get started, so let the baking and living room painting begin!
Our little angel Julia is going to be an angel for Christmas. It's an option for the school kids and Julia wanted to do it. Rauan--nope no way. I'm certainly not going to force it. He's a stubborn guy and digs in his heels.
Well, off to pick up kids. I just had to share my jammies guy!