Thursday, April 10, 2014

April already?!

April 1st means two things in this house. Ethan's birthday and unfortunately, the first day of STAAR testing. We schuled Ethan's birthday party for later in the month, but we were able to take him to Buffalo Wild Wings (his choice) for dinner. The place doesn't usually do anything to celebrate birthdays, but our waitress talked to a bored but entertaining waiter and all of the sudden there was an announcement over the PA that it was Ethan's birthday and they brought out a giant piece of chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. Not bad for a place that "doesn't do that."

Ethan's Bear den also held a picnic at Founder's Plaza at DFW airport. We watched planes land and received a plane spotter guide and backpack from one of the other scout dads who works there. Jacob promptly commandeered the plan spotter, as he is obsessed with planes and aviation as of late. It started with curiosity about the missing Malaysian jet, moprhed into watching plane crash videos on You Tube, and has settled into wanting to become a pilot (if that whole Lego designer thing doesn't pan out).

Ethan's 9th birthday meant a well-visit check up at the doctors office. She wanted to check his cholesterol level - saying that its recommended now for all 9-year-olds? Not sure if I believe that but Ethan is in the 85th percentile for weight and only the 30th for height. Anyways, the nurse who drew his blood has been there a long time. He's an older, teddy bear of a man, ex-fireman, and super nice. However, he couldn't find a vein in Ethan's arm. Wiggled that needle around until I was about to cry...Ethan was way ahead of me! I asked him to stop and give Ethan a break. He then had to try on the other arm, found a vein - though not immediately - and got the vial filled. Poor baby. I've never had someone dig around in my arm like that - and to have to do it twice....shudder!

Lucas' scout den toured the Coppell Post Office. The woman who gave the tour, Jennifer, was very masculine looking with short hair and visible tattoos. Not two minutes in, one boy raised his hand and told her "Not to be mean, but you look like a boy." Thankfully, Jennifer handled it gracefully and said that she gets told that all the time. She was so nice! Phew. They got to learn about the postal routes, sorting mail, and play in an empty mail truck.





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