The Lumberjack's Wife

We went to Costco last Friday, as we are wont to do.  And as luck would have it, Costco had their giant swingset/fort/playstructure on display for all to see.

Do you know this swingset of which I speak of?  The pricetag is $999.99.  Which is a bit out of our budget.  By, like, a lot.

Little Dude wanted it, we said no, he asked again, we said no, and that was that.  About 15 minutes later, he decides to revolt.

(Please ignore the fact that he is in prime position to fall backwards and get a concussion.  That is besides the point.)

LD:  Mom!  I am just going to sit here and be wishing for that swingset!

Me:  Well, you are not getting it.

LD:  But, MOOOOOOM!  It’s only 10 $100 bills!

Little Dude is a bright kid.  I had to stop for a minute to check his math.

He was right.

Me:  No.

LD:  I am going to look in Dad’s wallet and if I find ten $100 bills, we are buying it.

Me:  No.

Poor kid.  He has such unreasonable parents.

I shared the sitch on Facebook, and, as luck would have it, a friend texted me that she has an older version of that play structure that we can just come and get!  So, later today, we are going to go pick it up.  The kids have no idea.  They will be excited!  And it will be a great lesson for Little Dude:  sit unsafe in a cart and demand your rights to an expensive swingset and all your dreams will come true!

I kid!  I jest!

***

Yesterday was a rainy Saturday.  David has high hopes to bulldoze the property, but he was sure he would get stuck.

And he would have.  We all know this to be true.

So instead, we just sort of hung out.  While I was putting around inside, I took some pictures of what I could see from my windows, for your viewing pleasure.

In an effort to save money on hay, David will take the horses and just tie them up randomly so they can eat the grass.  Apparently, we are not concerned about horse poopoo ending up all over our property.

Also.  A rogue hen.

We used to care about hens being out, and now we don’t.  I am not sure why.  I will have to ask David.

Maybe its because I teach 6th graders and I am too tired to chase hens around.

Just a theory.

For reasons, unbeknownst to me, our cats now hang out on our roof.

See the giant white bag in the garage?  That is our pig feed.

We buy it in bulk.  It saves us like 16 cents or something.  We are thrifty like that and not at all ridiculous.

3 kids riding bikes and one husband riding a horse.  All near a non-stuck bulldozer.

Little Dude was out cutting grass and I didn’t get a picture.

This is what he does.  Everyday.  Takes my scissors and cuts grass.  Literally. Spends hours doing this.

We aren’t sure why.  But he does know that $999.99 is basically $1000.00.  And he knows that $1000.00 is ten $100 bills.  So I won’t worry.

Here is a picture of Little Dude from a few days ago.  It is sure to delight you.

Here’s what’s going on:

He walked outside with a hanger stuck around his waist.  He played like this for awhile.  Then he decided he no longer wished to wear a hanger, and he took it off and left it in the driveway.

So, there you go.

Happy Sunday!

Well. I am alive.
Barely.
I have been THE sixth grade teacher for 29 darlings for 10 days now.
Actually, 9. I had to call off one day.  Lame, I know.  But Little Dude was sick last Wednesday.

Little Dude was actually sick on Tuesday.  I discovered it at 7am, and I am supposed to be there by 7:45am.  So, I brought him in and the nurse took him and told me, while shaking my shoulders,

“I will take him!  You HAVE to go down there!  You HAVE to!”

This is because . . . well?  Have you met sixth graders?

Exactly.

When he was sick the next day, I was sure to call in by 5:30am and I didn’t show my face.  Ha!

It’s hard to be a teacher and a mom, I tell ya.

The good news is the staff I am working with are extremely encouraging and supportive.  They are telling me that I am doing a good job, but I am over here like:

Fake it till you make it, I guess.

I am definitely trying, though.  And I am exhausted.  On Friday, I came home from school and fell asleep.  David took the kids to church and I woke up around 6pm.  I am worn out!  I started at just the right time, though . . . only about 7 weeks to go!

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David bought a new truck.  And, as predicted, it is ginormous.

It is a Dodge 5500 Cummins Diesel Quad Cab.  And be impressed that I knew all of that, thank you.

It was quite the ordeal to get it.  Apparently, Dodge 5500s don’t grow on trees.  David wanted to buy one across the country (not even joking) and ship it, but they sold it before he could work it out.

He was full of misery and sorrow, but soon found one about 6 hours away.  This put a song in his heart and a spring in his step.

He and his brother, Jason, made the long trek to go and pick it up.  And he is pleased as punch.

So, there you go.

***

Spring hath sprung around here, and I am loving it.  We need sunshine!

Here are the horses, “sunbathing.”

Here is our cat, Mr. Poppers, sitting like a goober.

Happy Monday!

Spring Break!

So, a lot has happened since last we spoke.  Perhaps it would suffice to compile a list, yes?

1)  Sweet Pea won the spelling bee for her school so she went on to the state championship, which was conveniently located near us.  Because, let’s face it.  She would have been a no-show if we would have had to travel.  We are excellent parents like that.

I knew we were in trouble when the other spellers were asking questions such as, but not limited to:

“Can I get the language of origin?”

Because, sadly, no one taught Sweet Pea to even be concerned over such things.  Most of the words were words that I had never even heard of.  So, sadly, she did not advance to Washington DC.  And I told her it was ok, because who needs to know how to spell words that no one even uses?

Not us.

Language of origin.  Hmph.

2)  Handsome Dude turned 7, as if the world could not get any crazier.

3)  Want to know something even crazier than that?  Daisy Mae turned 10 the very next day.

4)  We usually combine things for the two of them.

Such is life.

5)  Daisy Mae finished the quilt that she and her grandma have been working on.

I think it turned out great!  It will be something that she can treasure forever.

6)  We purchased “Frozen” for Daisy Mae for her birthday and, oh my stars, I think the soundtrack is now playing in our home 24/7.

I want to tell her to just Let It Go.  Pun quite intended.  If you know what I mean.  And I think you do.

7)  Little Dude lost his very first tooth. 

This was quite sad for me.  I wasn’t expecting it.  I wasn’t emotionally prepared, if you will.  My last baby!  He was to remain a baby for all eternity.

He came upstairs with his wiggly tooth, very worried and unsure what was going on.  David yanked it out, like the good father that he is.

Then, because we are lazy and don’t have time to make the Tooth Fairy magical, we handed him his dollar bill.

LD:  “What’s this for?”

Us:  “Your tooth!”

LD (confused):  “Oh?!  Thank you!”

And then for the duration of the evening, he would come up to us and say,

“Thanks for my dollar!”

And I am wondering how a child who has three older siblings has gotten this far in life without ever hearing about the Tooth Fairy.  Or lack thereof, in our house.

8)  I started teaching 6th grade.  I have mixed feelings about it, and I am sure I cannot really discuss it on a blog.  It went better it many ways than I expected and harder in some ways.  The first two days were rough, and the second two days were better.  We shall see.  Here is a picture of the classroom after Sweet Pea and I set it up.  We worked hard one Saturday to get it functioning.

9)  David sold his truck and has a woebegone (nailed it!) look about him all the days of his life.  He is having trouble finding his new “dream” truck and I think that he is lost without a truck in his life.  He had to take the Envoy with a trailer to the dump yesterday, and in the spirit of all things David, he got it stuck.

Luckily, we have a bulldozer.  We are THOSE people.

10)  Spring Break is upon us.  I am sick with some sort of sinus thing today.  But I blogged!  So, that’s that.  Tomorrow we have an eye appointment in the big city and we have plans to get together with some homeschool friends from the days of yore.

I hope you all enjoy your Spring Break (if you get one!)!

Happy Monday!

I am up to my eyeballs in all things 6th grade at this point in time. In T minus 7 days, I will be THE 6th grade teacher.
THEEEE teacher.
Of a SCHOOL.
Like for reals. Or realz. Whichever you prefer.  But don’t worry.  I won’t teach 6th graders to write nonsense like “realz.”  I am much more professional than that.  Totes.

Sixth graders.  They are not for the faint of heart.  But I am excited.  And nervous.  And anxious.  And terrified.  And feeling like I must analyze everything 18 times because, let’s face it, I have no idea how to teach 6th graders.

Pray for my husband.

Also, I find this humorous:

But that is neither here nor there.

I just thought I should dust off ye olde blog so I could let you know why ye olde blog has not been posted in as of late.

IT’S BECAUSE I AM IN TOTAL FREAK OUT MODE.  But to the casual observer, I appear as if I am cool, collected, and have everything under control.  I am talented like that.

Alright.  We must move on.  Because I just can’t deal with the stress of it all.

***

Updates?  Stuff is happening, I am just not blogging.  Here is a quick list, for your reading enjoyment.

1)  David sold his truck.  We have had that truck for 10 years, so it is sort of weird.

2)  David want to buy a new truck.  It is sure to be far too large and ridiculous.  Just you wait.

3)  I am a bit stressed because, and I am not sure if I mentioned this or not, I AM ABOUT TO TEACH 6TH grade.

4)  Basketball season has finally ended.

Oh.

Darn.

Seriously.  We had basketball practices and games coming out our ears.

5)  Interesting fact:  Handsome Dude is quite the little basketball player.  If I do say so myself.  He can’t aim into the toilet for the life of him.

But shoot baskets?

Check.

He is in the yellow shirt with the black jersey.

And here is his shot going in:

He made about 20 baskets that day!  It was a tournament, so that was over three games.  But he is quite the little basketball-player-man.

6)  Now, Little Dude on the other hand . . .

Little Dude sort of “dance-plays.”  I have some photos for you.  I would like you to please notice how his arms are always blurry in the photos.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

The reason why his arms are so blurry is because he was basically in a constant twirling state.

Basketball is like a form of dance for the lad.

And he performs it well.

7)  I am stressed out lately.  It’s because I am about to teach TWENTY-NINE 6th graders.  David bought a jumbo bag of peanut M&Ms.  Taylor+stress+copious amounts of chocolate=no good.

Seriously.  The madness must stop.

8)  A pig died.  But we don’t know why.  The end.

9)  The horses keep getting out.  David and the girls had to go on a rescue mission yesterday to retrieve them.  This fun caravan is what returned from that adventure:

David riding one horse.

The other horse following because that is what horses do.

The girls following on a 4 wheeler.

10)  I better sign off.  David will be home soon and I need to make dinner and worry about teaching 6th grade.

I wonder if he is bringing home chocolate?  We finished off the M&Ms yesterday.

Later, dudes.

We recently returned from our trip to Disneyland.  So, without further ado, here is our Disney Recap.

Please.  Try to contain your excitement.

Little Dude was excited for two things, and two things only.

1)  The plane ride.

2)  The bus ride from the airport to the hotel.

When we got on the plane, he sat by the window.  The entire flight, he looked out the window and the excitement never wore off.

Handsome Dude was terrified about everything.

Do planes crash?

Do people die on planes?

What state are we going to?  Tennessee or California?  Are there earthquakes at California?

Are there earthquakes at Disneyland?

Are there hurricanes?

Tornadoes?

Basically, he wanted to know all the possible ways tragedy might befall him on this fun-filled journey.

We arrived at our hotel on Saturday evening and Auntie Datenut drove out to meet us for dinner.  We were so confused and lost.  Very tourist-ish.  We started out on our venture for food at 7pm.  I think we had food in front of us at 9:30pm.  These things are hard for us.  The boys fell asleep right before their food came.

***

The next day, we went to Disneyland.  As people do.

Look at us!  Wearing shorts and flip-flops in February, of all things!  Meanwhile, back at home, it was snowing.  We were so sad to miss out on our puffy coats, chapped lips, and boots.  Can you tell?

Handsome Dude was still afraid of everything.  Our first ride was Pirates of the Caribbean.  We had to go through all the possible forms of disaster that might come on this ride.

Will the boat sink?

Are the pirates real?

Do the pirates want to “get” him?

Is that fire real?

Will the boats crash?

What if the boats sink?

Disneyland.  It is stressful for six year olds.

He went on the ride and declared it “awesome.”

From that point on, I gave him very little info on the rides he was about to go on.

For example, we called “Haunted Mansion, ” simply the “Mansion.”  And he thought it was funny.

Space Mountain?  We weren’t sure, but we thought it was a ride through space?

Matterhorn?  A nice bobsled ride through a mountain.

Judge me not!  He had a grand time, so long as he wasn’t calculating the odds of death for each attraction.

Here are some photos of our trip, for your viewing pleasure, of course:

The girls with their new, dapper friend.

The boys at Toon Town.

David and the bambinos at Toon Town.

Look how happy David is.  Warms my heart.

We went on a Mickey Ferris Wheel sort of cage ride?  Not sure what to call it.  But, here is one half of our crew:

From left to right:

Handsome Dude, Daisy Mae, Sweet Pea, and my mom.

And the other half:

My dad, Little Dude, myself, and David.

Sweet Pea, our new friend Jessie, Daisy Mae, and Handsome Dude.

Here is a picture from California Adventure-that is the Mickey Mouse Ferris Wheel I mentioned mere moments ago.

Here are the six of us at the Cars Land area of California Adventure.

And here are Daisy Mae and Little Dude-

Our package included a Character Dining Meal at Goofy’s Kitchen, and here are the kids with Chef Goofy:

Minnie Mouse came to visit our table:

***

While we were waiting in line for a ride (which you do a lot of at The Disneyland), David received a call on his cellular device.

It was about pigs.

So, there we were.  In southern California.  Standing amongst 4.2 million other Disneyland goers.  And my husband, the hillbilly at heart, was saying all sorts of crazy things like:

“Yeah, they’ll probably be ready to butcher in April or May.”

“Well, you will have to pay per the pound by its hanging weight.”

“You just tell the butcher what types of cuts you want.”

It was epic.  And he sold 2 pigs right then and there in the line for Pirates of the Caribbean.  And it was the biggest smile he had the entire trip.  I kid you not.

***

And this, my friends, is the best picture of all.  My DAD.  Hilarious.  Check him out on the Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters ride.

You can see the excitement dripping off of him, can you not?

Happy Weekend!

Well.  I survived my week of subbing in the sixth grade.

Barely.

Wow!  Throwing 27 rowdy 6th graders in one class room and spending all day with them can certainly keep things spicy!  Doesn’t even try your patience at all . . .

I kid!  I jest!

But, seriously.  Wow.

For the most part, the week went ok, although challenging.  BUT Thursday.  THURSDAY!  THURSDAY.  Thursday was really not so good.  I went home on Thursday feeling quite discouraged and worried.  To add to the joy, I woke up at 2:30am just so I could dwell on the events of the prior day even more.  I could not go back to sleep after that.  So, Friday, I went in to face the aforementioned rowdy 6th graders on just a couple hours of sleep.

Thankfully, they were so much better and the day went very well.  I would not have been able to survive that week without the support, advice, and kindness from the principal and other teachers.  They totes get an A+.

So, I survived Friday, but I was crazy tired.  Normally, we drive an hour into church on Friday nights and don’t get home until after 10pm.  I knew there was no way I could do that, so we stayed home.  David had a class on Friday, and was not home until 9:30 that night.

I went to bed around 5:30pm.  I remember feeding my kids something for dinner and letting them know that -YAY!- tonight was surprise movie night!  So, I was basically out of it and trying to stay coherent since I was the caretaker of the four cherubs.

Around 8pm, I received this text from my dad:

FWD: We’re hoping to be in your area tomorrow between 2 and 4.  Does that work for you if we arrive at your house somewhere in that time frame?

Now, remember, dear readers.  Taylor is tired.  Taylor is not thinking clearly.  So many different thoughts are running through Taylor’s head.  Thoughts including, but not limited to:

I see this is a forward.  Who is the message originally from?

Is someone wanting to come to my house tomorrow?

Why do 6th graders throw pencils across the room at each other?

Is my dad confused and sending me a message that does not involve me?

I wonder if David will bring me home a Dairy Queen Blizzard?

I text my dad back with this deep thought:

?

Because that was about all the energy I could put in to that question.

About ten minutes later, I get this text from my brother, Danny.

From Dad (not sure why he couldn’t just send this to you): Danny and crew are coming for a couple of hours tomorrow.  If you can make it, great.

Well, I am in no state of mind to be making plans for the next day.  I need to talk to David, and David is still in his stupid class and not bringing me a Blizzard.  So I just put my phone down and go back to trying to watch TV and not sleeping.  And here are the new thoughts running through my head:

Why is texting so hard for my parental units?

Why do 6th graders snap rubber bands across the room at each other?

What are my own kids up to right now?

I wonder if they will do the dishes for me.

Will a Blizzard be able to stay all Blizzard-y and frozen for an hour car ride?

Why do 6th graders take Crystal Light powder packets, dump them on the inside of their desks, lick their fingers, and then eat the powder?

A few minutes later, I get this text from my dad:

Danny and crew are coming for a couple of hours tomorrow.  If you can make it, great.

I respond to him and tell him I am really tired and I will call him tomorrow.  I go back to my hard work of “staying awake until David gets home.”

Why do 6th graders steal stuff of the teacher’s desk?

I really want to see Danny’s new baby.

Don’t we already have plans tomorrow?

Is it easier to homeschool, or teach 6th graders?

About 10 minutes later, I get this text from my mom:

Danny said that they plan to stop by our house between 2 and 4.  Said you’d be welcome to come and meet the baby.

Ok!  I get it already!

These people are confusing to deal with.  I found out later from my mother what the sitch was.

My mom and dad were at a restaurant eating dinner.  Brother Danny texted them and informed them that he would be in their area between 2 and 4 and to let me know.  My family has not gotten to meet their new little baby.

My dad decided to text me to invite me.  He send the text to Danny.  Then he tried to forward it to me, but he forwarded the wrong one.  Instead of trying again, he texted Danny to ask him to forward me the one he sent Danny, that was originally meant for me.

Meanwhile, my mother is trying to explain to him how he could have made this process much faster, but he would hear none of it.  Worried that I am not aware of my invite, she decides to text me as well.

So, there you have it.

***

Subbing all week zapped all my energy.  May I introduce you to Mount Laundry?

That’s right.  Be jealous.

***

We have had a hard time keeping our house warm this winter with our wood stove.  I believe there are two main reasons contributing to this:

1)  We had so many truck problems during prime wood-gettin’ season, that we don’t have enough quality wood.  We have been getting wood off of our property, which does not burn as hot.  I used to think David was crazy when he would give me ye olde “Tamarack is the best wood because it burns hot and slow” speech.  I would like the records to show that he is SO RIGHT.

2)  I am not home during the day to keep the fire going.  When I was homeschooling, I would keep the fire going all day.  Now, I am not, so when we get home it takes longer for our house to warm up after being cool all day.

David wanted to buy a BIGGER wood stove.  Wood stoves cost many dollars.  I told him “No Way, Jose.”  So this was his solution:

It was actually quite brilliant.  He cut a hole in the floor of the main floor so that the heat from the basement would travel up more quickly.

He put nice grate things over it and it looks all professional.  And much cheaper than a new wood stove!

Happy Sunday!  Are you watching the Super Bowl?  I am not.  I am going to a play and shopping with my mom.  Isn’t life grand?

The girls had a friend stay over last night.  She has been friends with Sweet Pea and Daisy Mae since Kindergarten.  Their friend is an only child, and sometimes I wonder what she thinks of our hectic household.

The girls had a basketball game this morning.  We needed to leave at 8:15am.  Did we leave at 8:15am?

Nay.  Nay, we did not.

Here’s the series of unfortunate events:

1.  David and I woke up first.  We require a couple of gallons each of coffee before we can function.  This process takes awhile.

2.  David and I took our showers and then proceeded to wake the five children.  The time is about 7:15am.  We inform them all of the planned departure time and advise them to get their hineys in gear.

3.  The boys come and and fix themselves cereal.  Cereal and milk are all over the place.  But that is neither here nor there.

4.  At our house, only one person can be in the shower at a time.  We are modern like that.  The girls take their sweet time showering and putting their hair in fancy braids.

5.  Because everyone knows we all have time for fancy braids.

6.  While the boys are waiting for the shower, I instruct them to go clean their room and make their beds.  I also ask them to please pick out clothes and get upstairs for a shower soon.

7.  I check on them 15 minutes later.  Their room is a disaster and they are playing DS on the top bunk.

8.  Yes.  My children obey me. Envy my parenting skills.   Go ahead.  Ask me any parenting question.  I shall advise you.

9.  I put on my “Mean Mom” pants and STRONGLY ENCOURAGE them to clean their rooms and make their beds.

10.  The girls are still doing their hair.

11.  I check on the boys 10 minutes later.  They have spent the entire time trying to fix a truck.

12.  I pick out their clothes and place them in the shower.

13.  I lay out each of their outfits on my bed.  I tell them to get dressed quickly.  I remind them that a guest is here, so they need to remember their privacy.

14.  The girls are still doing their hair.

15.  David begins to load the wood stove.  I don’t know how he does it, but he almost always manages to set off the smoke detector.  The boys are mimicking the sound from behind my closed door. It adds a pleasant ambiance to our hectic morning.

16.  The girls have finished their hair.  They come upstairs.  The time is 8:18am and they inform me that they have not had breakfast.

17.  I start to make them toast to go.

18.  The boys have ceased making fire alarm sounds and are now breathing murderous threats upon one another.  Handsome Dude comes out of the room, looking all svelte and handsome.  He has chosen to put on Little Dude’s clothes, so his pants are now capris.  He looks extremely proud of himself, although he has not put on his glasses so his eyes are crossed.  Little Dude, the child breathing the murderous threats, is naked and chasing his brother out of the room screaming that Handsome Dude “stole his underwears.”

19.  Yes, I meant to say “underwearS.”

20.  Little Dude remembers that we have a guest.  He takes his hand and covers an itty bitty portion of his front privacy region.  If you get my drift.  And I think you do.

21.  Poor sleepover friend is trying to eat her toast while watching her friends’ brothers fight over underwears.

22.  I send the boys back to the room and instruct Handsome Dude to give Little Dude his clothes back.

23.  The girls have finished their toast.  It is now 8:30.

24.  Little Dude, still naked, runs out of the room and back down to his room to find underwears.

25.  I don’t know why.

26.  We get in the car around 8:40.  We are all quite impressed with our punctuality.

27.  The girls’ team played great!  Each girl got a basket and the team won!

And that is the end of our hectic morning.

You’re welcome.

***

Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

As I was folding laundry this afternoon, I noticed my husband out the window:

I don’t know what to do with him.  Why does he feel the need to do such things?

Apparently, these trees just HAD to be trimmed.  He is odd.

We are going on a date tonight!  D-A-T-E.  My parents get to deal with THE BOYS.  Pray for them.

Also, all next week I am subbing in the 6th grade.  Yikes!  I am a bit nervous and I hope it goes well.

Happy Weekend!

It is 9:00am on a Wednesday morning and I am sitting at home.

Alone.

I cannot believe how much my life has changed since I put the kids in school.  Honestly, I have no idea how I did it all before.  No wonder I basically had a meltdown!

Even though I was not asked to sub today, I am at the school subbing most days.  Someone asked me the other day if working outside the home was more stressful than homeschooling.

No.

Homeschooling was much more stressful for me.  I know it is not the same for everyone, but homeschooling became such a huge burden for me-and it felt like more than I could handle.

Would you like to hear a strange twist?  I am liking teaching.  Remember?  I went to school to be a teacher many moons ago, but was always a stay at home mom.  I am considering a 3 month long term sub job at my kids’ school in the sixth grade later this year.  I don’t know what will become of it, but it is kind of exciting for me.

The kids are doing well in school.  We have definitely had our good days and bad days, however.  But they have all seemed to be doing very well since we returned from Christmas break.

I don’t have many exciting things to write about.  Here are a few things to update you on:

1)  Daisy Mae is having trouble making “girl” friends at school.  Apparently, most of the girls in her class are in a “club.”  In order to be in the “club,” you have to be “dating” someone.

4th grade.  Mmmm-hmmmm.

So, Daisy Mae informs them that she cannot date (Holla!) and spends the entire recess playing basketball with . . . boys.

Ha!  I think it is hilarious.  And ironic.  And ridiculous.

2)  Sweet Pea has been putting on her brave pants and asking girls if she can sit by them at lunch.  Before she wouldn’t ask anyone and would just sit alone.  I told her to just try asking them.  She was terrified to do it, but she did it!  And the girls said “yes”!

3)  Handsome Dude is doing really well with reading and math at school.  He is extremely self motivated (this was not the same child I homeschooled, FYI) and is reading about 50 words a minute more than he did at the start of the year.  He is very responsible with his homework and doesn’t need to be reminded.

Yes.  That was Handsome Dude I was speaking of.  MY Handsome Dude.

4)  Little Dude.  Little Dude is learning how to respect personal space boundaries at school.  He tends to get VERY CLOSE to people’s faces whilst talking to them.  Apparently, some of the other Kinders do not enjoy someone else’s nose on their face while being spoken to.

Who knew?!

But Little Dude is doing well and enjoys his class.  His teacher is the bee’s knees and plans many fun activities for them all day long.  He is loving it.

5)  Actually, I think highly of all the teachers at their school.  They are all amazing.

6)  We are going to Disneyland next month!  Exciting, is it not?  Little Dude is mostly excited about the plane ride, and then the bus ride from the airport to the hotel.

Disneyland sounds so-so.  But a BUS RIDE! . . . get out of town.

Thanks for checking in!  I know I don’t post nearly as much as I used to.  Life has completely changed and we are all still getting readjusted.

Happy Wednesday!