Basically a gigantic snot ball. Connor, in particular, has had a really runny nose for weeks, but all of us have come down with a touch of something or other since Christmas. It's all part of the fun of January.
Speaking of January, normally I hate the month more than I've ever hated anything. And I had a day or two last week where that was the case, but this year it hasn't been so bad. It's probably just because we're so busy that I don't have much time to hate it, so I'm grateful for that. Though I would love more than anything to be able to go sit out on the grass with the sun shining on my face.
Yesterday Ryan combed his own hair. This is a big deal because Ryan doesn't like getting his hair fixed and pretty much always looks like he just rolled out of bed. He's blessed with some thick, crazy, unmanageable hair! I tried to get a good picture of it but Ryan can't take a normal picture, he's always making some sort of funny face, and the picture is usually blurry because of it. But that's all part of his charm!
Ryan is the kid that leaves me scratching my head in confusion the most. He is hilarious and imaginative, and oftentimes I don't know how to handle the situations we find ourselves in. That happens with the other kids too, of course, but it happens the most with Ryan.
One day last week, when I went to pick Ryan up from kindergarten he was covering his right eye. I thought he was just being silly, then his teacher told me that at recess he got hit with a snowball. We haven't had fresh snow for a few weeks, so the snowball was actually an ice ball. According to Ryan, during recess his friend found this ice ball and wanted to see if it would hurt when it hit something. Obviously he couldn't throw it at the ground because grounds can't talk, so he needed to throw it at a person. He asked Ryan if he could throw it at him, and naturally Ryan had to think about that for a little while. While he was thinking his friend went ahead and threw it anyway, because he assumed Ryan would say yes. Well, it turns out that ice balls DO hurt! I'm glad they got that sorted out. Ryan cried for a bit, but didn't tell the teacher because he didn't want to get his friend sent to the principals office. We talked about it, and hopefully next time someone asks to throw ice at his face, Ryan will answer NO without hesitation.
