Lost In the Prairies.....Found by God

If you have been following lately, you know that things have been pretty foggy here in the prairies and not just figuratively.  For two days I have opened up the blinds in the morning to see fog.  This morning on the way to school I started making fog horn noises.  Growing up near the ocean, you hear that sound frequently.  I loved watching the fog slowly roll in and immerse the harbour in it's grey grasp.  I tried to explain that to the kids.  That the fog that they see is just the clouds.  I know this isn't really scientifically correct, but the kids loved it.  They did not love the fog horn noises.  

We've had a very busy week.  Lots of meetings about the boys.  They have all been very positive.  Unfortunately, some of the information we have received has not.  It appears that Samuel's formal assessment won't be done until the fall.  This is quite frustrating, but our pediatrician has prepared a letter that should enable us to obtain some assistance for Sam until he starts preschool in the fall.  As I write that, I can't even imagine my little bruiser is old enough to go to preschool.  It seems just like yesterday that he was born.  He always seems so young to me that I forget that he's 3 now.  The wait for the assessment is worth it as we will have some answers by this fall, way before his 4th birthday.  That is better than we had with Thomas, who was diagnosed two weeks before his 5th birthday.

This week we've had some good laughs.  Earlier this week, I picked up the two older kids and brought them home.  Daddy was in the backyard fixing our fence and Sam was playing in the back park (our house backs onto a park).  I went to talk to Daddy.  About 5 minutes later Nicole came out all concerned.  "Sam isn't here.  He's missing!"  she informed us.  Daddy replied that "he was nice while he lasted."  I replied "He's gone."  Nicole's reply to our jest was "You are insulting me!"  

I'm also going to be paying more into the future counseling jar for her.  This year I have been one of the leaders at our church's GEMS club.  We joined up with the boys club and made cub cars.  I couldn't remember which car was Nicole's.  So when the cars were coming down the ramp, I was cheering for them all.  However, in one of the first heats one of the cars did a 360 off the ramp just as it was launched.  I laughed and yelled out "Wipeout!"  Guess who's car it was?  That's right my daughter's.    I wonder how much this is going to cost me in the long run.  I did buy her an American Girl Magazine.  I think we're even now. 

As you can see there is a lot of randomness in the prairies, as well as fog.  I hope your week has been as random as mine.  I can't wait to hear about it.