Scattered Thoughts

1.  Now that the weather is cooling off in the mornings, the kids are wearing pants and short-sleeved shirts to school (along with a jacket, mittens and a knit hat under their helmets as they ride their bikes to school).  Every morning we got through the same routine with Enoch and Kate.  They come into the kitchen, whine that their pants don't fit and ask that I fix them.  It's as easy as adjusting the waist on their new pants and jeans, but I still think it's funny that it has happened every day this week to both of them.  Hopefully, we had adjusted the waist in all their pants.  I've also had to adjust Guard's.  Poor thing, I sometimes feel like I am taking in the waist by half on his pants and he has all these gathers in his jeans! 
Thank goodness for adjustable elastic waists!  I don't know what we would do without them in our family!

2.  Last night we got our flu shots.  It went surprisingly well.  Enoch volunteered to be first, which was great because he could declare to Kate that is really wasn't that bad.  Guard insisted on being next.  Aside from a jerk and grimace, he did great and was very excited about his band-aid.  I went next and put on my happy face for Kate who had tucked herself way in the corner and was looking very nervous.  Greg and Gavin were up.  Unfortunately, they both wore long-sleeved shirts and had to basically take off their shirts, which Enoch thought was hilarious since Gavin was teasing him about pulling down his pants to get his shot in his leg.  Kate's turn.  She was very nervous, but did it without crying.  Her eyes were a little wet and red, but she did great.  The kids all got suckers, which made it totally worth it to them.
The nurse told us to rub our shots for the rest of the night.  Guard insisted on rubbing everyone's for them. It was very sweet.  So glad that is over for one more year!

3.  Last night Guard was stalking me in the hallway.  He was down on his hands and knees, growling and looking as threatening as an adorable two-year-old can.  He would sit in front of me, and when I moved, he would move and growl.  I asked him what he was, "a dinosaur?, a lion?, a tiger? a jaguar?, an elephant?, a giraffe?, a dog?, etc."  You get the idea.  Finally, I gave up.  "What are you?" I asked him.  "Guard," he explained with a smile.  Then he got up and ran away.
The mind of a child - so simple, yet so complex.