Every month, I get a night to myself. Jonathan works an overnighter with the youth. I make sure to get the kids to bed on time and enjoy some me time. Tonight is a night for a bubble bath, a bowl of warm, buttery popcorn and Cary Grant on the screen. I love old Hollywood. I know it is getting cliche, but it isn't Hollywood like it used to be Hollywood. Cary Grant was debonaire. Jimmy Stewart was the lovable boy next door all grown up. Humphrey Bogart was manly. Clark Gable was suave. Yes, the women were beautiful, but the men! Where are those men today? Thank goodness for our DVD players!
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That is one excited boy. Up early and ready for school. He's been waiting for kindergarten for a long time. Unfortunately, his little brother is not so happy with what's going on. All he knows is that brother has new stuff and he doesn't. Brother is going somewhere and he isn't. Life's tough when you are two. (Don't feel too bad for him though, this was one of the 2 days a week that is now 'Jeremy and Daddy day' and loved having Daddy all to himself) I really wanted to get that '1st day of school shot'. I had to stop him from running to the car while I juggled the video camera and the regular camera. Happy in his classroom, ready to meet his teacher. Very happy to discover the lego table, filled with 'little lego'. He's been begging us for little lego as we only have duplo in the house. He's old enough for this, his brother isn't. Life's tough when you are 5. Good thing kindergarten came along.
I left him here, happy to play and went on my way. My way wasn't too far away. I teach in the same school. My classroom is in a different wing and coincidentally, his was my first class of the day. He got a kick out of calling me "Mrs. Springthorpe" and did so extraneously.
Now that the first week of school is over, I'd say he's pretty happy to be there. He couldn't believe I wasn't making him a lunch for his lunchbox today. He's pretty thrilled with his teacher too, life is now full of "Mr. Whalen said...." and "Mr. Whalen did...".
So my son, I wish you well in your educational journey, may you never lose your love of learning!
Those of you who are my facebook friends, there are more pictures of Elijah's first day posted in my photos to look at :o)
I've recently had to tell several people that I'm pregnant. (for work health reasons, it's best if my supervisors know, in case something were to happen). One of my principals simply could not believe it when I told her I was almost 4 months along. She said, you couldn't tell, you don't look it. Well, I'm hoping people start to think I am naturally and not just that I've put on a little weight. Tonight I had a tell tale sign. My apron I usually use I wrap around me once to the back and then tie it up at the front, usually no problem...tonight, slight problem. I could still do it but not as comfortably as usual. I'll have to get a mid pregnancy shot soon and post it up.
I just made Elijah's first school lunch. This completely caught me off guard into a parent moment. My son's first school lunch. You see, I don't make sandwiches for my own lunches at work, but sandwiches are a school neccessary type food. (they don't get to microwave, we do). I remember making my own school lunches when I was a student and it doesn't seem that very long ago. A very familiar feeling, but now in a different context.
Yes, we survived the move - we're still working on the bumps related to moving including our internet not working - thank goodness for the public library (I can feel my internet addiction tension eased a little bit - but not in time to save my squash from wilting in Farmville)...I will fill in the story when hopefully the Aliant guy fixes our connection late Friday.