Raising good kids...

Today Cassi told me that there were some kids chanting on the bus "We hate John, we hate John."

I said that was horrible, and asked who John was.

John is the bus driver who has been driving the bus since Marshall, the original bus driver, broke his arm falling on ice.

Cassi said she felt sad that kids were saying that.

I asked her what John did and she said that he pulled over for a minute and asked them to stop because that wasn't nice.

She said that when they started going again, the kids started to say, "We want Marshall, we want Marshall."

I felt so bad...Cassi felt bad about it too, that is why she told me about it.

I asked her what she thought she should do, or what she should do if it happened again...

She decided that she wanted to make John a card, and I thought that was very sweet of her.

So Cassi put together a card for John and drew him a picture of a bright yellow bus.

She is excited to give it to him.

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The boy has been AWFULLY grumpy today.
He has been at my feet begging to be held all day!
He did take a couple good naps, so I could get a few things done. (Except actually change out of my work-out clothes...at least I got a work-out in...thanks to Jenni!)
But I kept Elsie home today too.
She usually wakes up by 7:00 at the latest...so when she was still sleeping at 7:30 and 7:45, I thought maybe she didn't feel good either.
So I didn't send her to school.
She finally woke up at 9:30...happy as can be!
No fever, no grumpiness...
I guess she just needed to catch up on some sleep!

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Tonight when we were upstairs getting everyone bathed and dressed and picking out clothes for tomorrow...
Porter snuck away and FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!!!
Yes...our solid wood stairs.
None of us saw it happen, all we heard was a clunk, clunk, clunk going down the stairs...and it seemed to never end.
I was terrified of what I would find...it is amazing how many different scenarios can go through your mind in a couple of seconds.
I finally got down the stairs to him where he was getting up with a very mad look on his face and crying...I checked him over, as best as I could anyway...
He has big bruise on his forehead, and about three goose eggs on the back of his head.
Poor boy!
I feel so bad.
He seems to be doing just fine.
My poor little man...

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*I am Thankful for the sun...now I just want it to be WARM!

*I am Thankful that I did a good job on my personal goal today...which is not to raise my voice at the kids. Oh, they still got in trouble if that was the case...but I didn't YELL! That is my goal for the week, hopefully it can become a habit!

*I am Thankful that my little boy didn't break any bones or split his head open falling down the stairs!!! That could have turned out SO BAD! I am Thankful that we are watched over!