Jaimee attempted to pull her first 'sickie' this week. She has been having her normal block swimming lessons at school, and has been saying each day that she doesn't want to do it, or that she has a sore tummy and so she had to get out early (she gets cold and tired so tells the teachers she has to get out). After a week of this, I was not buying it when I got a phone call from school on Tuesday morning this week: "Your daughter is in the sick bay with a sore tummy". The lovely office man had already been warned that she can be quite dramatic when she wants to be, and he did tell me that he just wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not - she had pulled out the crocodile tears on him and all. Takes after her mother there I am afraid....drama queen! I went in to the sickbay where a miserable looking Jaimee lay. One good thing about her being so much like me is that I know how to get the truth out! I knelt beside her, looked her in the eye and gently asked her: "Do you really have a sore tummy, or are you just feeling really tired and don't feel like swimming today?". She broke. "I'm just too tired" she cried into my shoulder. Well, the bus had already gone, so she kind of got her own way....but I did firmly (and kindly) inform her that she would be staying at school for the day. I didn't want her learning that she could come home after telling a lie! Jaimee had to write an apology letter to her teacher that afternoon for lying, and I am happy to report that she swam FINE for the next two days after we prayed about it and asked God's power to take over and help her. Whew!
Kate just about burnt the house down this morning. I thought I had smelt something strange when I got up and started doing my workout this morning, but brushed it off. 10 minutes later, Marty discovered this in the girls room - she had somehow got her blanket draped over the wall light beside her top bunk bed. When we explained gravely that there could have been a big fire and all her toys and room and even our house could have been burnt up...she wrapped her arms around Marty and buried her face silently into his neck. She was so remorseful, I don't think it will happen again Marty and I looked at each other and silently exchanged a look: "that was TOO close for comfort".....thank God once again for protecting our family and home.
And what about Luke? He too has his own event to record, in the midst of a horrid bronchitis infection, and with lots of misery and sadness, he was so desperate to get to me that he WALKED for the first time, crying the whole time! He just let go of the stool he was leaning on, and took 3 steps before he collapsed to his knees...while Marty and I blinked in astonishment. Since then, he has taken the odd step, but hasn't managed to quite get the hang of this balancing act yet....but it won't be long now...gulp!
No comments:
Post a Comment