Sunday, February 20, 2011


"Look, Mom, I'm a BFI agent!"

("BFI agent" push-ups there.)
I see a dazzling future in law enforcement for this kid.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


Last night, we celebrated Mission OPC's 6th birthday with a bowling party!  This is the second year we've done this and, once again, it was great fun.

Even the littluns, like Sam, had a good time, thanks to a ramp and bumpers.

Yes, a good time was had by all. 

But, tonight, I confess, I am sore.  So very sore. 

At least I know that once they are healed, I won't have to use those particular muscles until this time next year!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Today I assigned my 7th grade English class to write a poem which incorporates all 10 of this week's vocabulary words. 

Since William was whining about the assignment, I decided to give it a try myself and see what sort of masterpiece I could some up with. 

Here is my attempt.  I've underlined all of the vocab words.

I lie here listless and cold
in my confidential boudoir.
My love, once ardent and urbane,
is remiss in his attentions to me.
I, who once boasted of the imminent conquest
of his heart,
now sit tentative, perturbed, unsure of myself.
My own heart is nonplussed by
his cold departure.

Whaddaya think?  Am I a poet?  Or should I keep my day job? 

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Introducing: George Washington

Last week, Johanna gave a presentation to her class.  The subject was George Washington. 
Most of the other students have had costumes to represent their character from history.  Unfortunately, my bag-wig and Continental Army officer uniform were at the cleaners, so Johanna had to settle for wearing her dad's letter jacket.

Any ideas what the connection is to John's high school letter jacket? 

Yes, that's right, the Maranatha Christian School mascot was a Patriot and George Washington was a patriot. 

John came up with that clever connection.  It became a good way for Johanna to introduce her talk. 

You can see her display board behind her. 

The hardest part of the whole thing was getting up and talking in front of everyone.  This struck fear in the heart of our quiet, timid, retiring daughter. 

Now, those of you who know this daughter are chuckling.  But, it's true.  This business of getting up in front of people caused a few tears the night before. 

But she did very well and we were proud of her!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Micah's Birthday Party 2011

Saturday, Micah had four friends over for sledding, gaming, pizza, and cake.

Sam joined in the fun, unwilling to be far from his "buddy."

It was loud and crazy fun!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Two down, four to go.

My schedule at the moment is a little bit crazy, crazier even than usual. I am currently subbing every morning, first period, for William's English class. His teacher is on maternity leave for six weeks; her other classes are covered, but they needed someone for that particular class. Since it was William's class and since they were scheduled to read The Scarlet Pimpernel, I agreed to do it.

I am enjoying the class - I know this class pretty well since it is William's class and I was their Language Arts teacher two years ago. They certainly have a distinctive personality, but I love them.

It does make for more planning, more grading, and toughest of all, getting four or five of us out the door at 7:40 a.m., fully clothed and equipped with lunches, snow pants, and books.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I get four of us to school and come home right after my class (unless I have agreed to sub for someone else or have play practice with the 5th graders). So those are my days to plan, grade, clean, grocery shop, etc.

Tuesday and Thursday, five of us, including Sam, get out the door and are gone all day.

Then most days either basketball or music lessons or both come up in the afternoon/early evening. And healthy, nutritious meals in there somewhere (corndogs count as healthy, right?).

I do this sort of thing to myself about once a year. I seem to feel like life is getting too easy and so I take on something more to really make me stress out. Then, when it's done, I can feel like I really accomplished something. I guess. I'm not really sure what motivates me to do these things. At the very least, it makes me appreciate the less hectic times.

Can someone explain this psychological phenomenon?

The saddest thing is that I know there are other women who operate at this frenetic pace all. the. time. I'm thankful to know that this is a relatively short amount of time for me.

So, now I have four more weeks to go and at the end, I have spring break awaiting me. It's faint, but I'm beginning to see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.