September usually flies by. School starts, new activities start, the last month of warm weather.
This September dragged on. Forever.
It was a hard, hard, hard month personally. (that’s not what this blog is about though! :))
Novalie got strep throat and missed 3 days of school. It is the first time since she got her tonsils out that she has gotten strep throat. It was 100% worse than any of the times she got it with tonsils. She had a fever for days and ear infections and she said her throat felt like tonsillectomy all over again. Ick. It was miserable and she didn’t speak for 2 days. She wrote me notes because that is how bad her throat hurt. I guess the good side of it was that it happened at the beginning of the year, so missing school wasn’t terrible with a ton of make-up work. I hope this doesn’t start a cycle of strep throat again. That is why we went through that horrible, awful tonsillectomy. Novalie is a tough cookie. (ok….she doesn’t handle pain well at all, but she is tough to endure it)
We sure had a hard time getting back into the school schedule. In the summer, Novalie reads in the mornings. 30 minutes any book, 10 minutes scriptures. When school started, I had just experienced 2 heartbreaking, big things and I just couldn’t get into homework after school. I just wanted to snuggle that girl of mine and watch movies. So, she got behind in her reading and had to play catch up. When Olive wasn’t trying to eat her book, it was adorable to see her reading while Olive napped beside her.
Olive discovered the joy of sticking her head out the window. She is a wild, crazy puppy, but such an excellent car dog, but I still didn’t roll the window down until I felt confident she wouldn’t jump out. That is a tragedy I didn’t need to have happen. Now, she loves it and it makes her sneeze over and over.
Novalie wants me to take lots of pictures of her and Olive.
Novalie made 3 foam Halloween themed houses from the kits at Michaels. I love how she put the structure together following the instructions, but then she decorates it using her own imagination. I love that about her. She says, “I don’t need a box to tell me where to put things. I know exactly what I want to do and where I want what.” I tell her that she definitely got her creativity from her daddy.
We were in Target one night and Kevin saw this cereal and said, “I always wanted Count Chocula cereal and my mom would never buy it for me.” And then he said, “and you have never bought it for me.” We bought it and came home and he had a bowl of it to make all his dreams come true. He can never say that he hasn’t had Count Chocula cereal again.
Novalie is taking an acting class in a neighboring town, so I have to pick Kevin up from the train station and take her to it. It is too far (just 20 minutes with traffic) to go home and come back, so we have dinner dates and then get something for Novalie on the way home. We went to Iceburg and was telling Novalie about their milkshakes. She asked if we got one and we sheepishly….lied…..and said no. Then, later she asked to look at my Instagram and I forgot I posted our milkshakes! Busted! It never pays off to lie. We had to repent. The following Monday when she had acting, you better believe she got her very own milkshake.
Which she took a selfie of herself with her bubblegum milkshake because I was driving. Silly girl.
One Saturday in September, Novalie and her BFF, Kayla, were being so loud, so I took them to the Fun Center to use up all that energy. They skated, bounced, climbed and scootered themselves silly for 3 hours. It is my favorite place to people watch.
Another happening in September for the record books: Kayla invited Novalie to go on the hike we like with her family. They left pretty late, so I didn’t think they were going to do the whole hike. It was a school night too. At 9:30, I started texting her mom, “just making sure you aren’t lost in the dark on the mountain.” No response. By 10, I was getting pretty nervous. They showed up not long after 10. They did come down the mountain in the dark, her cell phone was dead, her son took her car keys when he went home early with his friends mom (who had gone looking for them because of the late hour), so they had to walk to her brother’s house to borrow a car. It was an adventure and I was glad to have Novalie back home with me.
By the end of September, I got my act together and Novalie had read 3 books and we were back on the school year schedule. Which includes that darn math homework. Which I have to say that Olive really did eat her math homework. What do you tell your teacher when your puppy really does that? It is such a cliché, but it happened. For reals.
Oh, September, in all your heartbreaking glory, we survived and had some fun times along the way.