Can it be? Easton has really started school and is loving every minute of it. Each night before he goes to bed, he lays out his clothes in a neat little line in the order of how he will put them on the next day: underwear, shorts, shirt, socks, shoes, and backpack. But I'm getting ahead of myself....
Monday was a taxingly busy day. We had a back-to-school party and so I spent most of the day making preparations for the evenings activities...and dodging a mouse. He scared me half to death when I walked in the kitchen and he darted under the dishwasher. I didn't even know what to do. I thought we were done with mice in our last abode. But alas, the mouse hunt began again. Later, as we were doing the dishes and I was explaining what had happened to Patrick, the mouse came scampering out from under the fridge and ran right between my feet. I screamed so loud that the mouse jumped inside the dishwasher, jumped back out, and ran under the dishwasher again. So we set up 4 mouse traps all in a line in front of the dishwasher and left the house to get a cat. When we came back a few hours later, the mouse was caught, and we had a new kitten which we affectionately named, Cougar...after our favorite BYU team...and because she's a golden color.
At dinner, Easton was the king of kindergarten and used "the golden plate" (and cup and bowl) for our feast.
This tradition of using the golden plate stems from my growing up days and we finally got a golden place setting (thank you Mom :) We feasted on ham & bean soup and golden wheat rolls.
While we were eating we had a lesson on David and Goliath and the boys opened a little present--5 small stones laced together to put in their special boxes. The stones will remind them of the faith we must have in our Savior to face our challenges, and the testimony that Heavenly Father will always deliver us in some way from our trials.
After the mouse and kitten escapade was over, Easton tried on his clothes for the next day and did a fashion show for us while dancing to "Cello Wars." I have it all on video. :) Then right before bed we had gingersnap "Kissing Hand" cookies with milk while I read to my little sweeties one of my favorite books, "The Kissing Hand." Patrick and I each kissed one of Easton's hands and then he kissed ours in return. The funny thing is, he had us kiss different sides...so when he puts his hands to his face to "feel our kisses," he looks rather silly. He's darling and such a good boy. I'm so blessed to be his mother.
And though we ran ourselves crazy, I felt that our back-to-school feast was a big success. I can't wait for next year already!
