They Meet. in Dancing in the Minefields

  • Sept. 21, 2013, 8:08 p.m.
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Today was the day our kids got to meet K for the first time. We packed them in the car to pick her up and bring her to our neck of the woods for the morning. It's over an hour each way, but the kids were content. After about 2.3 seconds of nervousness, the ride was filled with chatter, laughter, and of course, Taylor Swift on the CD player. We headed to the playground at Austin's school only to be rained out within a few minutes. We decided to head to the nearest mall and do a little shopping. The girls each picked out some earrings from Claire's and then we had lunch in the food court. K is 7 years older than Abigail, but their first encounter seemed to go pretty well. Austin took immediate notice of K's freckles and poked her on the nose with his finger a few times. He also used her shoulder for a pillow during the car ride home. Thankfully K enjoys the company of younger kids, and I can already tell she has that nurturing gene. She showed concern for Austin's well-being a few times and even shared her bread stick with him at lunch. When we got home, K took to Nala immediately. Nala is our 8 year old overgrown Golden Retriever. She's what you might call a People Dog. She'll be your BFF if you pet her, and K loved on her quite a bit. If K agrees, we'll see her again next Saturday. This time for a whole day. We're already looking forward to it.

In other news, Austin is battling a big asthma flare-up this weekend. Maybe I should have added another section in my previous entry just for asthma. He got off the bus yesterday and was already having an attack. We've been keeping it controlled, but only because we've kept up with his meds religiously. I even snuck into his room late last night, risking a catastrophic wake-up, to check him and administer another treatment. Hoping it doesn't get any worse. Not that I won't take him to the hospital if he needs it, but I'd like to avoid it if I can. Of course if he keeps trying to stand on that ball, we may end up there regardless...


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