If my lack of blogging didn't clue you into the rush os school, these pictures might help.
The cold temps have kept our duty crew bundle up morning and afternoon.
Our Relay for Life team out did themselves with our superhero theme. This was my photo in the photo booth.
I am taking two classes this semester on Thursday, a science class and a geometry class. I love both of them. The science class is the perfect mix of research and hands on activities and the geometry class is one activity right after the other which makes getting out at 9:30 not so bad.
Here are two of our science experiments. One week we had to make a roller coaster that carried two varying weights of marbles over a hill and a spiral.
This was our mousetrap race car. It was not so fun and we didn't do so well.
And back at my job we have been celebrating Dr. Seuss for about two weeks. One perk to being on the Pre-K hall is that I get the costumes just like them. This is me as Thing Awesome the First. Also note this was casual Friday.
Oh the thinks she thinks... After being at her house and discussing my application to grad school she sends me this little nugget of goodness. And since I blog as a way to have a written family history for Jett, these wise words are now preserved.
After a year long engagement, sweet Joanne and Drew got married. The wedding was at First Baptist Church in Water Valley with the reception following at the University Club. It was a sweet and simple ceremony with a classic, traditional reception. Later in the weekend Drew joked he had married the mayor of Oxford, because of the turn out. Joanne may not be in politics just yet, but it is true that everyone loves Joanne.
Yesterday, I walked into the sitter's house and a toddler carrying a toy ran up to me. I picked up that baby boy who began to call for Papa, his sitter, repeatedly. On the way home I kept catching glimpses of this little boy in my mirror. When I got home this toddler brought me item after item I requested, he played by himself- dunking a basketball for ten minutes, he shook his head when he didn't want food, said up when he needed love, and fell asleep after a sippy cup and not a bottle. It happened yesterday... I saw that my once chunky little baby is growing skinny and looking more and more like a little boy.
I have begun writing letters and notes to my friends. Sometimes I wrote to tell them they are on my mind, to recall a memory that made me laugh, or just to send photos I print for them. I've begun writing notes to people letting them know I noticed their hard work, their job well done, or thanking them for their service. Last night I received a reply to my letter from Governor Winter. At nearly 92 I was amazed, thankful, but more than either of those touched.
This sweet faced boy threw his biggest fit yet about ten minutes after this picture was taken. I'm not exaggerating. He screamed so hard and so long he burst blood vessels in his cheeks. It was super embarrassing. We were trying to hold him down to unclog one of his tubes. It didn't work and we had to try another course of action.
So don't be fooled into thinking our usually happy boy is a joy all the time.
It was so much fun reuniting with my cohort members and then the members of the previous and later cohorts. We met with the House Education Committee Chair and were able to sit and watch the Senate Education Committee pass a special education voucher bill.
We met with our representatives and senators and showed support while asking for them to keep us in mind as they vote.
As I left I felt compelled to run for office. It was eye opening once again to sit and listen to non educators make the laws and policies that will daily impact what I do. As I watched them discuss what they deemed themselves experts on I wondered how many actually went to public school. I won't use my blog as a political platform. I have plenty of friends who can do a much better job at that than me, but I will say that my trip to the Capitol made me join the Parent's Campaign so that I can stay more up to date on the bills that directly impact my career and my baby's education.