Last summer, my kids went to to summer camp at their school. They had a *fantastic* summer experience- in part because they got to spend a lot of time with the older kids.  The Bean latched on to George, a boy in 3rd grade. George couldn’t have been nicer to her- talking to her, playing with her and putting up with all the annoying things 4 year olds can do.  All summer long we heard about George- what he did, what he said and (most importantly) how the Bean was going to marry him when she got older. No doubt about it, he was the guy for her.

As the school year got under way, we started to hear less about George and I didn’t give it a second thought. Then this morning happened.

Scorch: “Bean- look at this!”

Bean: “Don’t bother me! I’m dreaming about George with my eyes open.”

I guess some dreams never die.

My daughter looks like a demon right now.

On Saturday, her right eye was a little pink. I thought she irritated it, so I didn’t pay much attention until until Sunday morning when I gasped the first time I saw her the day. Clearly, the child skipped right over pink eye and landed squarely on red, demon eyes (yes, plural). It reminds me a little bit of my college years when a friend got so sick from a night of drinking that she popped the blood vessels in her eye from all the vomiting she did.  Needless to say, we were at the walk-in at 8 am on Sunday morning for a prescription to clear her eyes up.

57 hours later, and I’m still waiting for her eyes to clear up.  They don’t seem to bother her at all, but they are still really, really gross to look at. And, she passed her germs on to me. Fun times.

All that said, today I’m thankful that of all the illnesses that could have hit my house, all we are dealing with are colds and pink eye. I’ll take either one of those any day over 99% of the illnesses out there.

Oh this child of mine.  She’s the light of my life and the cause of every gray hair on my head.

> The Bean has recently discovered the song/book “The Farmer in the Dell” only she’s convinced it’s called “The Farmer and the Hen” and there is no convincing her else wise.
> She had gymnastics after school today- unfortunately she seemed

to have lost her ability to listen at school.  She was a complete and total stinker all class long.  At one point, the kids were lining up to get on the big balance beam. When they line up, they have to sit/stand on their rubber dot so they always know where their space is.  Bean decided waiting in lines was for suckers, so she walked over to the big mat that they jump on.  The teacher was busy with other kids, so I told her to go back on her dot pronto. So she went over, picked up her dot, picked it up and carried it back to the mat and sat on it there. Then she looked at me and said “There, now I’m sitting on my dot.”

> When we got home, Bean decided to play school.  She pretends to call out her classmates names and said “Landon, Sammy, Owen- whatever your name is. I’m too tired to remember. Come over here anyhow.”  Bwhahahahahaha- I really hope she didn’t pick that from her teacher.

Good lord, I love that kid.

The Bean started school today and she’s in class with most of the boys from her class last year. This wasn’t by accident. Beaner was originally placed in another class, but for various reasons we requested she be put in this class. The fact that she spent most of her time last year playing with the boys and she was beyond upset not to be with them again did play a (small) part in our request.

Tonight after school the Hubs was asking the Bean about her first day. Did she cry? Was she excited? Did she have fun? What did she learn?

“Well, I learned I don’t want to marry Landon anymore. Or Lucas. I’ve decided to marry Connor when I get older.”

Ok then.

The Hubs is now seriously reconsidering asking the Bean be switched back to the other class now.