Gavin is 6

Gavin's 6th birthday just past. Here are some pictures from his birthday dinner and his party.

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Friday nightmares

Friday morning was a long morning. Gavin was grouchy at breakfast and complained about everything he was eating and saying his stomach hurt. I have found Gavin is a slight Hypochondriac and treat all his ailments as such. I ignore them unless I can see a true sickness in his eyes. With this in mind, I set the timer, which is totally normal when it comes to Gavin and his mealtimes, and told him to hurry up and eat.
We left for Quinten's Preschool and listened to music and the boys played with some sort of superhero in the backseat.
We get to Quinten's classroom and low and behold a parents nightmare comes true. Gavin throws up all over the classroom rug! TWICE! Yes, I wasn't the smart Mom who puts a trashcan in front of her child after the first time. That teacher probably thought I was an idiot.
So I have Gavin wash his hands (he tried to catch his accident) and we went on our way. After getting home, Gavin is bouncing around like he always does, more so because David was off and he was happy. He threw up four more times through out the day, all of which were in a controlled environment-a plastic tub! The only positive part of the day was his 3 1/2 hour nap.
Thank goodness that is over. I was told once by a friend that you can't consider yourself a Mom until you have caught throw up in your hands. I have done this several times. I wonder if it pertains to Dad's also......

It's not easy!

It's funny how being a stay-at-home Mom turns into such a huge job. I have encountered several people who after I tell them that I am a full-time Mom, have looked at me like I was joking and pretty much acted as though I was a high school dropout that fried my brain on drugs! I won't tell you how I react to those people because I know that members of my Church read this.
Anyway back to my point. Those of you who know me, know that I am not the most patient of people. I have been known to shake my hands in the air and "growl" as Gavin calls it.
So I am sitting here, waiting to pick up Quinten and find myself thinking of all the things I need to do to after I get him. This is normal to the normal person, but Quinten hates to do anything but come home and wear costumes. He wears costumes from the time he wakes up in the morning all the way through the night. Yes, he wears them to bed! It's not a conventional way to sleep, but if he doesn't scream and cry for 45 minutes, what the heck!
So right now I am thinking if I should risk going and doing errands with him, or come home, drop him off with a husband that has worked all night so I can get it done quiet and peacefully.
I am wondering know if a bribe may help.....

Sunday paper!

On Sunday mornings David and I are excited about the Sunday morning paper. We wake up, make coffee and head outside to pick it up and go through the adds.
This morning, since David worked last night, it was all up to me. So I sent Gavin outside to get it. He came inside empty handed. He tells me that it wasn't there. So about 30 minutes later, he goes back out to check again. Same outcome, the paper isn't there.
I call the paper and the recording tells me that they are not available to bring me a paper today and that I will have to wait until tomorrow. There isn't a "real" person to talk to so I wasn't able to voice my opinion. Now that I think about it, that is probably a good idea.
So when David gets up, I let him know of the situation. He was smart and went straight to the security camera tape. Sure enough, our paper was stolen out of driveway at 7:55, by a heavy, balding white man driving a maroon Dodge Stratus. Unfortunatley we couldn't read the license plate number.
We were so mad!! How could someone be so stupid to park in a strangers driveway, steal their paper and drive off? Let alone an off duty officers driveway with a full security system with cameras and a flag that says something to the effect of "Police Protect and Serve".
I still believe they screwed up with my neighborhood. The city of Fresno mistakenly moved all the dirty bags from southeast and the westside to our neighborhhod to mess with my family. I am pretty sure that my neighborhhod isn't even connected to my parents neighborhood, even though they live 500 yards from us.

SHE'S BACK......

Yesterday I was home with Quinten and David agreed to go pick Gavin up from school on his scooter. This is one of Gavin's favorite things.
About 3:45, the doorbell rang. I answered it and Gavin tells me, "Daddy is yelling at the crazy neighbor." He goes on tell tell me that David is telling her to stay off our property or he will arrest her. What? Is this kid pulling my leg?
As I go to the front door, David walks in and he is NOT smiling. He is pissed!
So this is what happened.....
He is pulling up to the front of the house with Gavin when she yells, "Why did your wife call the cops on me last night?". David replies with, "She didn't". Apparently she called me some names, starting with a "B" and told David to "be a man and put me in check". She also said something to effect of the fire was set, now someone is going to get burned.
Mind you this whole display of affection was witnesses by her 17 year old daughter and 7 year old daughter. David told Gavin to go inside, but Gavin doesn't always do what is asked of him, so of course he watched off to the side.
So we went through the proper reporting method and contacted the POP (Problem Oriented Policing) officer and told her of the situation. He also called his Sergeant to let him know of the incident.
I thought that this was all done! I guess we are in for the next round. I will keep you all posted.

Cuts

The whole reason that I changed careers was so I could have a "safe" job to go to. What I found out is that I am having a hard time with this. David swears that I am accident prone and I tend to agree.
I had two haircuts this Saturday. I cut my fingers about three times. I one of my clients that I like to remember customers by the scars I leave on my fingers in remembrance of them. So I have been walking around with bandages all over my fingers for the last couple days. I also made the mistake of using hand sanitizer after picking Quinten up from Pre-School...ouch!
I guess I am gonna have to be more careful. I never got this injured at the Police Department!

1st day of school

This was the first week for the boys to go back to school. Gavin started 1st grade and Quinten started Pre-School. I wasn't sure if the boys were happy about school starting, but as the week has progressed Gavin has got back into the swing of things and Quinten has shown me that he has grown up.



I had a hard time getting Quinten to stand still for his picture. Apparently he thinks he is a ninja.



Gavin is really good at the "fake smile" that Daid thinks that I have mastered. I caught him off guard and got a real one.

Gavin has made a couple of new friends, but chooses to play with his friends from kindergarten during recess and luch time.

Quinten needed me to help him start playing when I took him to Pre-School, but waved and told me "Bye" when it was group time. I was the one crying, not him. Good thing for big sunglasses.

David and I have been able to have "day dates" while the boys are in school. It is nice time for us to talk and spend some time together.