Papa hurt his knee a couple of months ago and it was decided he needed surgery, so at 6am Papa reported to a surgery place to have surgery on his knee.   He only arrived back in the states yesterday and he wanted to have it as soon as possible so he would have time to recover before he has to fly back to his job in Nigeria.  I think he was home by 11am starting his recovery.  

Cy-Fair ISD and Klein ISD (my school district) both anticipate spending close to $4 million each to repair campuses damaged in the storms that poured as much as 17 inches of rain in parts of the metro area, damaged more than 2,000 homes and left eight people dead.  Our schools were closed for an entire week.

It was a mostly normal school day, except for one thing:  My behavior color was Blue.  I think this is my only time to get Blue.  Blue is one step down from Green (our starting point).  When I slowly got off the bus, I asked Barbara if I could talk privately with her.  Because I did that, she guessed something was amiss.  I pulled out my purple Behavior binder but wouldn't open it until I told her a boy in my class did something, and my teacher believed him, so I ended up getting a "clip down."  Barbara was understanding and she could tell I was upset.  She asked for more details but I said I didn't remember what had happened.  I think, she thinks I know, I just didn't want to tell her.   Everyone is so proud of the Behavior report I bring home everyday.  They know all children and all people mess up from time to time.    The main thing is for me to tell the truth.

GGM had made me some brownies.  Alyssa and I each had one and a glass of milk while we reviewed my sight words.  We both know them really well.  One word I seem to have a bit of trouble with is "the."  I want to call it "they."  Funny.

Mommy took me to swim team practice.  I swam the length of the pool five times.  Free style.  Barbara is so funny she wants to call it the American Crawl.  And she calls flip flops "thongs."
Get with it, lady.

I played in Cole's backyard until time to get ready for bed.  While I ate an egg roll snack, Barbara read one of my new library books to me.  It was about basketball.

I was in bed by 8:30 but didn't fall asleep until 9pm.

Nicole's frightening story: Around 10pm Brad was not home, when Nicole almost stepped on this copperhead snake in their living room.  She scurried up the stairs and called my mom. (Mommy and I were sleeping when the call came in.  I didn't wake up.)  Surely she didn't think my mom could come kill it!  Mommy told Barbara, Barbara called Mr. Mark, Alyssa's dad.  He is a retired NYC policeman.  He said he would come right over.  He came armed with a baseball bat and Alyssa's Disney Easter basket.  Barbara opened the garage door for him.  He went inside... Barbara did not follow.   About five minutes later Brad arrived home and told Barbara he heard that Mark had killed the snake.  They both went inside and sure enough there was the copperhead, maybe about 18 inches long.  Barbara notice Nicole was really pale.  She was still shaking.

A funny thing:  One of GGF's eye medicine bottles was empty, so GGM got a new bottle and put the drops in his eyes.  Then she went out to the street corner and threw a bottle in the recycle bin.  After she was inside, she realized she was holding an empty bottle in her hand.  GGF and GGM went out to the street corner and tumped our big four foot tall recycle bin on it's side trying to find that little bitty bottle.  A neighbor saw them and asked if they needed any help.  They said thank you but they would find what they were looking for.... and they did.

Mimz got to hold new baby Jett for a couple hours this afternoon at the hospital while his parents rested.  She has another baby in the family to love.