
Don't ask a customer to spell her name and then misspell it anyway! This is my Tall Mocha Frappacino No Whip that I got from Starbucks this morning. I got the feeling that he wasn't spelling it right when I was watching his hand motions as I was spelling my name and he was writing it down.
I met Patrick and Eric at the Starbucks down the street from Anthony's school this morning, after he had dropped Anthony off. I had a decent call night, with no operations after about 1AM, but since I can't seem to sleep well in the call room, I was still very tired today. The Frappucino perked me up a bit and the blueberry scone was quite tasty. I usually go straight home, but this seemed like a fun thing to do.

Eric was all over my scone, but he also wanted some of my drink. Luckily, he settled for a Strawberries and Creme drink, which is basically like flavored milk. He wanted to ride with me on the way home, and we had a nice conversation about the different Thomas the Tank Engine engines, what color they were, and what number is painted on them. He still gets off track sometimes, but it's neat that we can have actual conversations now.
When we got home, we were looking for all of the silly things on the back picture cover of our Highlights magazine. (There is an activity on the back cover where you're supposed to find things that are out of place or "wrong".) He kept wanting me to find more silly things, but I was running out of items. I distracted him by reading a Thomas book. When that was done, he wanted to watch videos on my iPhone.

At first he watched videos of himself that I had taken with my iPhone, then he decided he wanted to watch a Thomas video. Unfortunately, my phone's battery was pretty low, but of course he got upset when he thought he would have to stop watching the video. I took the phone to plug it into the charger, but he wanted to stand there still watching the video, so of course I had to document this with my camera.
Soon after this, we had to leave to get his hair cut. As you can see from these photos, his hair was starting to get in his eyes. That's my "line in the sand" with my boys. They can grow their hair "long" but I don't want their hair in their eyes. Luckily, Eric still lets us cut his hair however we want. I neglected to get an "after" photo, so I'll have to do that tomorrow.
After lunch, I started feeling grouchy and short-tempered with Eric, so I knew it was time for me to take a nap. I needed the energy for later. When Natalie got home from school, she had a snack then got ready for her swim club. I took her to that and left her there so I could pick up Alex at the nearby middle school (he took the bus from his middle school to the one closer to us). I took Alex and his friend home. By that time, Patrick was on his way home after picking up Anthony up from school, and they picked Natalie up. If they hadn't done that, I would have had to go back out again to pick her up. Then, after dinner, I took Anthony to and from soccer practice. Whew, that was a lot of driving!
This is totally unrelated to the rest of my post, but today we received one piece of important news that I must share here. When Natalie got off the bus, she was waving an envelope very excitedly, saying, "Mama! This has the results of my GT test!" She had to take the GT or "Gifted and Talented" test again to be to take the class in third grade. I opened the envelope as we entered the house. The letter stated that she was NOT accepted to the GT program for third grade. Natalie was crushed! :( At first she tried to put up a good front, going about her normal business by getting her snack, going to the bathroom, etc. She matter-of-factly replied "yes" when I asked her if she was okay. Then we asked her to come to the office where Patrick and I were sitting. It was only then that she started crying and sobbing into my shoulder. :( She stopped after a few minutes, and she seemed okay later, but we could tell she was SO disappointed. When I told Alex, he was disappointed for her too. We all know how much she loves Mrs. A, who is the GT teacher. All we can do now is just keep reassuring her that there were plenty of smart kids who didn't make it into GT (like her cousins, her good friend M, etc.) so hopefully she won't dwell on this. I don't like it when my kids are unhappy.