Truancy, fire control, and first aid

Yesterday Will came home and told me that I had missed waaaay too many days of school!  I know that we are stressing attendance at Storm Lake Elementary. (You aren't learning if you aren't at school!) Will was crushed when he missed ONE day of school last year and didn't get the perfect attendance award on the last day of school.  Each day I'm not at school must be eating Will up inside.  Hopefully I won't have to worry about Will going truant later in his school career.  I have my own personal truancy officer!

I am prefacing this story:  Ryan is doing an AMAZING job taking care of our family and people have been extremely generous by bringing us meals and sending us gift cards.  Sometimes life just happens.

We had another delicious supper brought to us last night.  Ryan turns on the oven and puts the bread inside to heat.  When the bread was finished he gabbed a not thick enough pot holder to remove the bread.  (We have all had the horrifying experience when we realize that that one pot holder is not enough!) Ryan drops the pan,  the bread slides into the heating element of the stove and lights on fire.

I'm sitting at the table in the dining room and can't see into the kitchen.  All I hear is "Oh NO!  Oh NO!"  I had heard the pan crash and in my mind I vision the kitchen floor melting and scorching.

I hurry to the kitchen as Ryan is wetting paper towels.  I tell him to shut off the oven as I open the drawer to find the tongs.  Ryan grabs two forks, stabs the flaming bread, and throws it in the sink.

To make everything better Will starts crying and telling us he really wants some bread!  I grab him a dinner roll.  Will tells me that he wants it toasted.  I tell him that the oven is finished for the night and you can't stuff dinner rolls in the toaster.  He then tells me he needs butter...He was finally satisfied with butter.

After both boys get a bath we drive to Walgreens to purchase first aid supplies.  (Sometimes Perry the Platypus band aids just don't cut it.)  We decided that a soothing drive past the lake will calm our nerves.  A little red car comes up behind our family van.  We must not have been going fast enough, so that car was going to teach us a lesson by tailgating!  Ted knows how to solve this problem...Poor little guy gets car sick.

When we got home, Ted enjoyed another bath, the van got cleaned, and I was awake until midnight from all the excitement.  

Once I finally fell asleep I dreamed that I was a the pool with the boys.  I guess the pool = carefree fun to me.  I can't wait until I am "all better" and I can once again go swimming!