
G playing goalie. She had a lot of fun. I still don't know what the attraction to playing goalie is, but they all wanted to play it (in both games).


I of course have other pictures- being Tre's birthday & Ali's first day of preschool. However, I'm tired. So you'll probably see them tomorrow.
Captain Kindergarten raced into the bus and didn't look back. I do have a shot of just G's hand waving goodbye.
I believe this was "what *will* we do with ourselves, Mommy?!?!"
Big Al starts school on Sept 3. We're going to Meet Your Teacher this week. :D

My baby is 8. Wow. It really does seem like just yesterday. This year, she was tickled to hear about the day she was born and how we felt about her.
The ER waiting room was quite, uhm, educational. Tempting to take the camera out a times. I figured out a "trick." If you are really loud, obnoxious and distracting, they will totally triage you just to get you out of the way. Then again, the guy might have just been mental- security had to escort him after he charged through the open (security) door. Then there was a diaper rash (kidd you not), a "we heard a funny sound when he fell" (uhm, he has no pain and isn't acting altered in any way, he probably doesn't need the ER) and a girl that had cut her finger with a nasty pair of scissors. The cut and the mental guy were the only 2 that really looked like they needed to be there- but, not being the doctor, who am I to say. The doctor was a piece of work and mocked me when I mentioned the cut. Well, duh. It's not the cut I brought him in for.
Earlier today, Giuliana became the owner of her very own LIBRARY CARD!!!! Here (above) she is signing the paper card that goes into their system. She even got to check out all her own materials today.
Poor Tre, at dinner, he complained of a tummy ache. Combing that with the fact that he was starting to smell, I threw him in the shower. :) Just as he was getting out, Daddy had decided it was a good time to take the girls out front. It proved a perfect time for the boy to have some Wii time.
