Today was the Thanksgiving show at Cub's preschool. Both her daddy and I went and were lucky enough to score front row seats. As usual, it was adorable. After four years, I am still as wide-eyed as ever, watching the children sit in their chairs, formed in a semi-circle and singing so sweetly. We even participated in the "Turkey Trot," which was a holiday version of the Hokey Pokey. What you do for your kids, I tell ya!
Before becoming a high school English teacher, I taught pre-k for eight years. Two of them in Portland, the rest in Upstate NY. I loved it and sometimes wonder if I should go back, but then it's back to reality and the fact that I now have to support the two of us. Also, I live and breathe to read and write. And it may sound crazy, but I do thoroughly enjoy the age group I teach very much. They keep me on my toes, entertained, and inspired...all at the same time!
Well...I'm back again. In the middle of this post Cub had horrible projectile vomiting! Oh, how I hate the vomits. Give me anything BUT that. She soaked through all three of her blankets, sheets, and her mattress. Not to mention the walls and floor. Eww. Sorry to be so graphic with it. It's now after 9pm. Just what I needed after this super long day. I'm so tired.
My poor Girl. I hope this is the end of it all. She's finally sleeping peacefully.
On the crafty front, plastic bags are another thing I store in the hundreds underneath my kitchen sink. I wish I knew how to crochet with them, because I think that is just the
coolest thing ever...But take a look at the pom-pom topping this sweet package. Right on, Target bags. Got 'em by the truckloads. You can find out how to make one right here.