Faith:
Loves loves loves middles school, and her skinny jeans, and her Maybelline very brown mascara she is now allowed to wear.
Has a sore shoulder from Harris crawling into her cheap, crappy twin sized-bed in the middle of every night.
Is worried because tomorrow they start counting tardies at school and she loves to worry furiously about such things.
Is going to get back to me in a week about whether or not she is comfortable trying out the bus. This may or may not be okay with me too, I'm just not sure, but am willing to try something....anything! Everything bad I know I learned on the bus so we'll see.
Ethan:
As always, is just happy to be alive.
Is upstairs using the electric massager on his sister's sore shoulder. That guy is gonnna be some lucky gal's dream hub one day!
Is proud of the badge, belt loop and pin he earned at Pack meeting tonight.
Is stoked for flag football to start. Let the love affair between his dad and him and themselves begin!
Is a little miffed about the impending bang trim that's coming his way.
Harris:
Is fussy, fussy, fussy.
Left school sick today after two attempts to rest it off in the nurse's office, and one dose of Motrin. I finally gave in and took him home with his "headache". My doubt results from his asking "If I had a headache would I have to go to school?" five minutes after waking up this morning.
Is most likely suffering from sleep deprivation. He is refusing to sleep in his own bed and spends most of the night loudly lamenting that that's exactly where I keep returning him...over and over again.
Is excited, however about his NEW BIKE! It is an adaptive bike that I got a grant from a children's charity for since they are far from cheap and I am far from rich.
Jared: Is waiting for me with a movie and a pizza.
Liz: Is ready for the movie and the pizza.

Goodnight!