Parent/teacher conferences and Thanksgiving earn kids all sorts of days off. Back when I was a kid, you had to go to school on your birthday, your country’s birthday. and Jesus’ birthday. We never got a day off!
I’ve been taking random pictures and thought I’d share some of my favorite and not-so-favorite things. My favorite thing is when, despite the fact that a bus load of 3rd-5th graders are watching, my son gets off the school bus in the afternoon and runs right over and gives me a giant hug.
Parent/teacher conferences are on my not-so-favorite list. They cause me anxiety, slight nausea, and breakouts. I’m not even in school anymore! Imagine the trauma I must have experienced as a child to still break-out in sweats when I go to school. Anyway, I know my children fairly well. After all, I do live with them. My son’s teacher is sweet and oh, so polite. She was trying to tell me very nicely that my son talks too much without coming right out and saying that.
“Oh, yes” I said, “he’s been diagnosed with diarrhea of the mouth.”
Her head popped up in surprise and she started to chuckle. I told her to discipline away, so she’s shackling him in the school’s basement, giving him regular ruler beatings, and forcing him to write “I will shut up” 5,000 times with his toes.
The puppy is next! If she’s not careful, it’s obedience school for her. My son thinks it’s really cool to flip her ears inside-out.
This piece of gum mysteriously appeared on my bathroom light-switch. This is a not-so-favorite thing. When I sweetly inquired about the ownership of the gum yelled, “WHO PUT GUM ON THE BATHROOM LIGHT?”
My daughter came running and happily swiped it off the switch and popped it into her mouth.
She’s lucky she’s cute! These tights are one of my favorites.
Annaliese had a very small part in a Thanksgiving production this past Saturday night. While seated in the front row awaiting her turn on-stage, she suddenly felt the intense urge to go potty. Instead of just slipping out quietly, she steps from her seat and clods up the center aisle. When she gets to my row, she whispers in a scream, “I’m just going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Ooohhhh, she’s really lucky she’s cute.
Quick update on Abby. She’s still not able to keep any food down and she’s lost lots of weight…this is not good. She’s in pain, but handling it well. The nerve block is still in, but her fever is better. Please keep praying that she’ll be able to handle food. I’ll keep you posted.