Busy, busy, busy!

Please pay less attention to my crazy hair, and the most attention to Baby B's cuteness. Sigh.

Gosh. I know. It's been forever. I'm getting over a bad case of the busies.


Me and My Dad

My final KTIP meeting was on Friday, so I spent the majority of my week slaving over my Intern Performance Record, otherwise known as hell in the written word. It's practically identical to the one I spent all of my undergrad composing, and is mostly just an excuse to waste a lot of ink and clear, plastic sleeves. It will now sit on the shelf in my classroom as a legally binding document that signifies how many hoops I had to jump through to earn my certification. But, the good news is that they (my review board) loved it and said I'm super organized. Snicker, snicker. Good thing my passing doesn't rely on a home visit because I would FAIL with flying colors. What, you don't make your bed? How could you ever educate the youth of America with all these piles of dirty laundry cluttering your workspace?!

Alas, I did pass and, drumroll please…I WAS OFFERED MY POSITION AGAIN FOR NEXT YEAR! Yay! This is such good news, and I knew God would take care of it. I feel so fortunate that I will get to spend my mornings wrangling 5-year-olds and my afternoons chasing after my sweet precious. It will also be nice to have my classroom prepared over the summer instead of pulling together a room in 72 hours. I will be moving rooms, but that is small potatoes to starting from scratch as a first-year.

Moving on…

We spent the weekend at The Lakehouse with my family and it was a much needed escape from the real world. Having someone else make our weekend coffee is reason enough to get away for me. The boys spent much of the day in the yard and fixing something called a ballast. (Can I just tell you how much I LOATHE the word ballast? And if I heard one more person so much as mention the word ballast over the weekend I was going to ballast them to the moon. BALLAST, BALLAST, BALLAST! AH!) I visited a cute, thrifty kid boutique called Sweet Peas and bought Baby B a little jumper for Easter that I'm going to embroider his monogram on. I really want to go the totally cutsie route, and pair the jumper with knee socks and saddle shoes. I mean, next year he's probably going to wear Elmo sneakers that light up or something totally tacky that I will make me gag. So, this year, cutsie it is. (I'm sorry if you love Elmo and all things cartoon. I, personally, cannot stand character clothing. I have nothing against other children wearing it, just not my own. My sister used to tease me she was going to throw me Loony Toon themed baby shower, and I threatened to disown her if she did. ) So, while I was away, B thought that it would be appropriate to build a fort for him and Baby B to nap in. What a dad :) He's so fun!



Helping Nana Swiffer.

They're probably thumbs-upping because the ballast is hung.

Baby B, btw, is getting too big for his britches, and super loved the porch swing and having Soph pull him in the wagon. It will be fun when the two of them can chase each other around the porch, playing hide-and-go-seek or flashlight tag. For now, though, I am content to watch Baby B scooch along, inching his way toward anything that might assist him in standing. Such a stinker.

I hope this post finds you all well, and I look forward to catching up this week and next. Spring Break starts on Friday and I can hardly wait! TTFN J

This is Madame Sillygoose of the Lakehouse.