Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Magnolia broke out her hand-me-down Canuck sweatsuit from her cousin Ella to cheer our team on. They came back from a 3-1 deficit to beat Calgary 5-4 in overtime!
Magnolia also got to spend some quality time with her cousins, Ella and Noah. Much to Ella's frustration, Maggie was definitely more interested in her beaded dress than Dora.
Magnolia also got some quality time with her grandparents. She quickly learned that Grandpa Rush has cool things in his shirt pocket. In addition to Grandma and Grandpa Rush, and cousins Noah and Ella, Maggie also got to see her Great-Grandma Batiuk, Great-Uncle Bill, Great-Aunt Audrey, Aunt Lori, Uncle Travis and his mom, Ann. It was a bit overwhelming for her at times, but like a true people-person she was all smiles...nearly. For most of the day, Uncle Travis freaked her out.
After eating way too much yummy food, including Brian's favorite, Mud Pie, made specially for him, we headed home in time for Magnolia and me to head to bed and for Brian to play soccer.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I didn't really enjoy high school -- sometimes I wonder why I chose to go back -- but I always loved homecoming; maybe its the tradition or the bringing together of the community. Now as a teacher, I find it a great time to connect with my students, albeit a challenging time to teach. I usually try to participate in the dress up days (one year I won best costumed teacher) and attend some of the events. I prefer not to chaperone the dance any more -- it bums me out to see fifteen year olds banging their pelvises together -- unless I can take tickets or work in the coat room.
This year was the best homecoming we've had in the 8 years I've been at BHS. The class halls were the most creative, the cheerleaders had the coolest stunts, the student and staff participation was the highest I've seen. There was this positive energy all week at school.
As a part of every homecoming, our award-winning dance team traditionally pulls together a group of boys to join them in their dance. I am always surprised at the mix of male students participating as well as with their varying comfort levels and abilities. This year our male staff members decided to join the action. Our dance team advisor choreographed and taught them a dance they practiced at 6:30 am before school everyday. They call themselves the Mantastics. Luckily, someone caught it all on video -- it is a must see!
If you enjoyed that and want to see a different view, click here.
During the assembly, our principal celebrated with the crowd some of our accomplishments, ending with the Homecoming Penny Drive. He called the Freshman Princess down to center court and invited any of her friends, any of her fellow freshman, to join her in support as he explained that two weeks ago she was diagnosed with lymphoma. She was released from Children's Hospital to attend Homecoming, but will return to spend the rest of the semester receiving chemotherapy. As he was speaking, students ran, first just one or two from around the gym, then a flood from the freshman class, followed by the entire student body. It looked as if the court had been rushed after winning the big game. As her classmates surrounded her, our principal announced that the money we raised through the penny drive would go to support her and her family. It was a proud moment, to be a part of this community, to see my kids respond with such kindness and support. It made me glad that I am still in high school.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Each morning as I get ready, my Munchkin crawls around, often finding her way over to me to pull on my pant legs, looking up at me with her big blue eyes, and reaching to be held. How could I not snuggle for just a few more minutes even if it means being a bit late or forgetting to put on all of my makeup? Then when I kiss her goodbye and pass her off, she wails in great distress doing all she can to follow me and for that moment I believe it must be easier to be a stay-at-home mom.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
+ The way she cackles, especially when you do it back to her
+ How she gets really mellow and leans into it when you put your finger in her ear, kind of like when you scratch Trudy's ear
+ How she will try to stand using just about anything, including Otis, and often lets go, like in the picture
+ The way she will hold her mouth open wide, feet kicking waiting for the next bite, then rest her head on her shoulder while she is swallowing
+ Her crawling to and then snuggling with Otis
+ When I take her out of the bath and shake her off, singing "Shake your booty," and she laughs
+ How you can feel her heartbeat in her fontanel
+ Times when she gives you real hugs, her little hands squeezing you closer
+ The way she crawls toward you, laughing, when you get down on all fours
+ Knowing that she is standing in her crib just by listening to her panting through the monitor
+ The way she covers her eyes with the back of her hand while nursing
If we forgot anything we will add it here. Check out more cute pictures on flickr.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Shannon is in a bike race in Bellingham. And like any sensible bike-racer she has a snack with her. Well, more than a snack, really. It's Salad. In a very large metal bowl. She has it wedged between her stomach and the handle bars so she can fork it to her mouth with one hand and still be able to steer. (Oh, and just in case you're wondering, it's the kind with cabbage and Ramen noodles in it)
A while after eating a large quantity of this cabbagy goodness, Shannon's body tells her it is has absorbed all the vital performance enhancing nutrients from this coleslaw and it is ready to expel some of it.
"But I'm in a race and I have salad on my lap," Shannon thinks. "I can't possibly stop.... I'll just go on my bike... But I can't go in public! Aw c'mon, it can't be that bad; Trudy and Otis do it all the time..."
So she does. She's still not sure how it got through her pants, but it did. There it is trailing into the distance, several little dollops of Shannon poop.
When Shannon gets to the finish line she learns that one of her co-workers--one who may or may not have spoken ill of her recently--died. She had a tragic bike accident. The cause: slippage on human feces.
Interpretations are more than welcome in the comments.