
It is done. It was good. I am tired. The icing was baby pink...but it didn't matter. The kids were so proud of themselves. So am I.



This is teacher appreciation week. One of my moms brought in a basket of goodies this afternoon and apologized that she didn't get it to me yesterday. (Her son just had his tonsils taken out!) She also said there were more treats to come... It is the little things like this that can really brighten the day. I mean, of course there are times we feel we are really making a difference with the kids and that is a nice inner feeling but the appreciation that comes from someone recognizing what we do and it's importance- and difficulty- that is not only really nice but rare. Everyone knows teachers aren't in it for the money or the glory or even for the summers. Even with summers off, the pay sucks. Do the math. It sucks. (and it's my blog so I can say 'sucks' if I want to Mother!) Every year we are expected to teach a little more, spend a little more, learn a little more... not so we can get a big promotion...not so we can earn a bonus...just because someone in the legislature decides it or some testing company adds it or some principal requires it. All jobs have their plus and deltas. Our deltas include snot on our shirts, germs on our lunch, and paint on our new pants. The pluses include the admiration of 20+ five year olds (per year), a place in baby books all across town, a piece of someones childhood that will never be forgotten, and the opportunity to be "the one" for a little kid that doesn't have anyone else in their life to be "the one." All in all....it's a good gig. Go appreciate a teacher!!!
We just came in from a walk. Andy had to wear his helmet because Aaron was riding a bike and had his helmet on. When we got home he went straight to his swingset to play- still wearing the helmet. Soon he came running in telling me, "Mom, I have good news and I have bad news." Where does he get this stuff? He's THREE! The good news was he found a big screw in the dirt. The bad news was something about his shoe... He is just so funny.
I wish Blogger would let me post a picture at the top of my post and then another one later on IN the post. But since it won't (and if this is possible, PLEASE somebody rescue me here) Anyway, this is the organization post continued. I got the "shoe basket" idea from Barb in Oklahoma. It has become a staple around here. PreSpicy, we had a basket at the front door, back door, each bedroom, and on the stairs. Now with Spicy, we can't keep any shoes downstairs so this basket is tucked safely behind the gate at the bottom of the stairs. The genius about this is that it is just so simple. Toss your shoes in the basket and it looks nice and tidy- in a shabby chic sort of way. Every now and then the basket overflows so you simply get mad and dump the contents on the floor while yelling for everyone to come collect their shoes and take them back to their respective bedrooms. It's that simple. PS--The getting mad part is optional. 
Spicy! Did you make this mess?? What is it with dogs and toilet paper? We can't keep it on the roll. It literally MUST stay on the counter in the bathroom or THIS happens. He carries it off to one of his little beds and has a hay day shredding and rolling in it. Is this a puppy thing or a dog thing? Will we ever be able to keep toilet paper on the holder thingy again? Does anyone know the phone number for the Dog Whisperer?
