This was Leina’s first try at her school photo. Needless to say, we signed up for a picture re-take today. I’m hoping round two yields something a little better. I can only guess that Leina was talking during the entire time. I can’t really complain because I have a hard time snapping a decent shot of her myself. It really is a rare moment when her mouth isn’t going a mile a minute. I shudder to think about our phone bill when she reaches her teen years.

Poor Kevin is having a truely terrible day. Awful would be an understatement. Too many demands, too few resources, and too much of a work ethic on his part have all collided. He called me early today after storming out of work. I guess he totally lost his cool and let fly. He was so mad he actually left the building, got in his car, and drove off. My only suggestion was that he go somewhere to blow of steam – talk a walk, get a cup of coffee, drive mindlessly. I’m not sure where he went or how he’s doing but I hope he’s able to shake off his rage and make it through the day. Sometimes, being a hard and conscientious worker means caring too much. It ain’t fair, but it is true. I’m sure Kevin will work through it but I find myself falling into mommy mode – I want to wave a magic wand and make it all better. Somehow, I don’t think a Hello Kitty band-aid will make it right though. If only you could have a retake day in life. Wouldn’t it be great? Things go horrible wrong and turn out topsy-turvy and everyone just smiles, shakes their heads, and says, “well, we’re gonna need a retake.” Only in preschool I guess, too bad.