This past weekend, Jim, the younger boy and I took a quick trip to Tennessee to hang with the in-laws. As a group, we didn’t have any set plans to speak of. (My individual dance card, however, was full: I had plans to lunch with my favorite Dad-of-triplets on Friday as well as a visit with Kate, Bean, and Squeaks on Saturday.) Overall, it was going to be one of those great, lazy weekends during which we wouldn’t do much except hang out. Pretty exciting stuff, because having no firm plans is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing for us. About eight hours into the ten-hour drive, the younger boy leaned forward from…
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Do What I Say, Not What I Do.
We have this little “joke” in our house. Whenever there is a car parked in the driveway*–which is often these days, what with the older boy having his own car and all–anyone who leaves the house to get in a car and drive away gets the warning, “Don’t hit so-and-so’s car! haha!” It doesn’t matter if Jim or I parked outside of the garage for some odd reason, or if Julesie is visiting, or if it’s just the aforementioned older boy’s car, parked in its normal space at the lower left end of the driveway, the warning is the same: Don’t hit it! HAHA! You can imagine my surprise when,…
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Apparently I Need My Religious School Teaching License Revoked.
My second grade religious school class was working on a project for an upcoming all-school event called “Torah Day”. We were asked to make puppets of some sort that portray different people from our bible stories (Old Testament). My co-teacher and I decided, due to the age and wide range of motor skills in our 19 students, to do some simple paper-on-a-stick puppets. We started with a simple “gingerbread man shape” on white paper, and then glued them onto a colored background before putting the popsicle stick on the back. As you might expect, some of my seven-to-eight year olds did some quick scribbling and then decided they were finished,…
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Overconfident=Bad.
I’ve always been a great speller. As a kid, being able to spell what I thought was a difficult word made me walk with my head held a little higher, and I loved when people told me how smart I was (who wouldn’t?). But I was small potatoes, really, when it came to spelling. Growing up, I always admired the kids in my school who walked around with the study guides for the big spelling bees. I always thought it would have been so FUN to be crowned the National Spelling Champion. Unfortunately, classroom spelling bees that led to the school-wide spelling bees, which led to the district-wide spelling bees,…
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Windy City Snapshot
The 17 year old and I met my sister at the riverwalk so she could take his senior portraits. Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate–with its coldness and wind and all–so we cut the session short.