It's back to school ...

Today was the first day of First Grade for Michael and ...

... Buster gave Michael kisses ...

... to let him know he was going to miss him.

Michael was excited to go to school today and when he got home, he said his favorite part of the day was recess. Only one of his friends from last year is in his class but he said that was okay because he already made a new friend today.

His teacher had sent a paper in the mail last week on which she wanted all her students to write their goal for the year. Michael wrote that his goal is "to learn to shoot baskets better". I was kind of hoping for wanting to learn to read by himself or do addition or something else academic but I guess not. But, I know that he really does want to learn to read and do math so I am not too worried.








This afternoon when Michael got off the bus, we went to the eyeglass store to pick up Michael's new glasses we had ordered last week (since Buster ate the last pair) but they weren't ready yet. I let Buster have the run of the house since we would only be gone a few minutes - BIG mistake! He decided to eat the folder with Michael's papers from school, today's mail and a pillow. (Do you notice a theme here?) So, I have to write a note to Michael's teacher on the first day of school and tell her that the dog ate Michael's homework. Not a great start to the year.

He looks so sweet and innocent, doesn't he? Don't let him fool you. As my Dad says "he sure is a handful". Life certainly isn't as quiet as it was before we got him but it's also a lot more enjoyable. Michael has a lot of bruises all over his body but his blood counts have recovered from chemo so we've ruled that out as a problem. After talking to Michael last week, Dr. Kennedy decided to call them "Buster Bruises". And as if to prove the point, Michael and Buster were outside playing tonight and Michael took a nosedive down the front steps. So, now Michael has a few more "Buster Bruises" on his face. At least he didn't break any bones!

Michael has informed me (a couple of times) that he has always wanted to learn how to play the piano, so I am going to look into that. I think that is a great idea since Michael has loved music since he was a baby and the discipline of learning to play an instrument would be good for him. My nephew, John, and his wife lost their home and all of their belongings to fire on Sunday and yesterday Michael was helping me gather things to give to them. He found a radio and added it to the box saying we have to give them a radio because everyone likes to listen to music. I was just touched that he wanted to make sure someone else could enjoy something that means so much to him.

Until next time, please keep Michael in your thoughts and prayers.