My Very Own Super-hero and the Kindergartener

This post is totally dedicated to my two favorite Jensen men. Firstly, to my husband. I don't know how many of you noticed that I have included the Spiderman theme song in my playlist on the left, but that is 100% for Scott. He really is my very own superhero. Not only does he make life worth living every day, but at night he rescues me from danger. Yes, you guessed it, he dreams he's a superhero. Usually spiderman, but the others (Superman, Batman, Wolverine, etc.) work too. I am always the damsel in distress and he always has to save me. Most of the time the rescuing involves his solving some complicated engineering or math problem, so not only does he have the usual superhero talents, he also is a genius.

Who wouldn't want dreams like that? Always being the hero? What a self-esteem booster at night! But you know, it really fits. He's always my superhero.

Dreams, I've been told, usually tell us something about ourselves. So true in this case. Scott is the kind of guy who loves to serve, help, and yes, rescue those he cares about. I think most of the people who read this blog already know that and he's probably done something that was amazing for you too. So the Spiderman theme song is dedicated to you Scott!

In other news, Tyler started school on Monday. Yup, he's officially a kindergartener. After two days of school, he's loving it. Mostly the part about riding on a big yellow school bus to get there, and the kid who cut his nose open with scissors today (really truly, I couldn't believe it either), but whatever the reason, he really loves it. Yesterday was a little teary for me, but he just couldn't wipe the big grin off his face. He was so excited. It made it easier for me that he was so brave. Here's a picture of his first day of school.

Belky told me about a website that gives great hairdo ideas. This one is called "A river runs through it." Just ignore the overloaded garbage can on the counter...

This past Sunday, Krysta had a new tooth coming in, and was understandably not wanting to eat. So we let her get out of her high chair, while the rest of us ate dinner. We were obviously not paying much attention to her, because suddenly I looked over at her (she'd been really quiet, which is extremely unusual for her) and she was a mess! She'd been eating all the food that she'd previously thrown on the floor. I guess I now know how to get her to eat when she doesn't want to. Just throw it all on the floor!

Here's a better picture of her. Her Aunt Belky gave her this outfit, isn't it so cute! She's nine months old already!