Yesterday, I learned that Ellie's preschool has a Christmas program. I am silly with excitement and can't wait to go. A few days ago, she was singing a Christmas song that I had no idea she had heard before, let alone knew all the words to. I can only imagine what it will sound like with 15 other three and four year olds.
The middle school I teach at is bringing back the faculty versus student basketball game. And because I once had skills, twelve years ago, I agreed to play. And January 12th is the day--today after school I'm joining the gym. Because I will literally die if I don't condition beforehand. This could get ugly. I'll keep you posted.
On my way home from work yesterday, this is the text I received from Chris, "I just ate five mini Three Musketeers and have the desire to tell you I love you." Funny guy, that one.
an ear infection
It's been a long eight days of battling an eight month old with an ear infection. And lots of late nights sitting up in bed while she sleeps on my chest. While I don't want her to be sick or feel bad, I secretly loved that she would let me hold her and just sleep. My children don't sleep well being held--once they hit six months, they'd rather be in their own beds than snuggled with Mommy (they get that from me, I need my space when I sleep also). But it's been nice to hold a baby all night. Except the getting-up-early-for-work thing, that sucked.
To sound more sophisticated, we call them graphic novels in the English-teacher world, but that's just code word for comic book. Which my husband has been checking out from the library with wild abandon. I love that little dork.
It's the weekend! Yeaaa!