Monday, June 9, 2008

Surprise Visitor

This morning I entered the classroom and was locking my purse away in a cabinet when I heard a rustling sound.

My first thought was, "oh no! a rodent of somekind!"

But it wasn't a rodent at all.

It was a bird.

The poor thing must somehow have gotten trapped in the classroom yesterday (I share my classroom with one of the Sunday School groups at the church where my school rents facilities) and was now in a cornor under a stack of chairs with no idea of how to get out, as repeatedly flying up and hitting it's head on the underside of the chairs wasn't working too well.

The custodian came armed with a broom to help guide the bird back outside.

And unfortunately, other than knowing that the custodian was successful (there is no longer a bird in my classroom), I have no idea any of the particulars of how he did it. I was called away to be a mommy and go bowling with Tgirl's class as a chaperone.

Great News!

I got a call the other day from the big boss telling me that I will be transferring to the other elementary campus to teach fifth grade, my favorite grade level. I am estatic!

I am a little sad to leave the campus where I currently teach, I love the staff and have a great time with them. Also, Tgirl isn't thrilled about leaving her best friend (she will be moving campuses with me). And the news does mean that now I am having to pack up all of my teaching supplies and separate my books and materials from that which belongs to the school and classroom. This is adding A LOT more time and effort to my end of the year packing up the classroom efforts.

But otherwise, I am very happy. I'm returning to the one grade level that I really enjoyed teaching (I have taught 5th, Kindergarten, 2nd and 3rd in my 11 year career). The kids and I will all be on one campus (Tboy's preschool is located on the campus I am transfering to) making pick ups and drop offs much more streamlined - and hopfully getting me to morning devotions on time since I won't be hoping back and forth across town dropping off kids.

And did I mention that I really like 5th grade? :)

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Our First Family Baseball Game

We went to an A's game, just the four of us. We took BART to the Coliseum. It was free hat day and we must missed the last of the hats at the first gate we tried to enter at. So we went to another gate, got hats, and put on our new hats immediately.

As soon as we found our seats in the bleachers, the kids were hungry. We brought in our own dinner of chicken nuggets, chips, and soda and by the time the game started, the kids were done eating and ready for the Oreos we had brought.

It was a little far away from the action at home plate, but the worst part of it was that the sun was going down directly in front of us and home plate was in shadow while the rest of the field was in sun which made it more difficult to see.

TDaddy passed the cookies off to me to try to get Tboy's attention off of trying to eat the whole package. Which meant, of course, that he had to come sit by me instead of by his dad where he started out. After wandering a bit back and forth in our row and flirting with the women in the group sitting behind us, he sat on my lap and we talked about what was going on on the field.

We lasted through the beginning of the fourth inning before Tgirl had had it and was ready to walk around a bit with TDaddy. Not wanting to be left out, Tboy and I joined them. As we made our way around the stadium we saw Stomper, the A's elephant mascot, and followed him for a bit before he turned around in response to Tboy's calling his name. As soon as Stomper got close, Tboy freaked out, crying and trying to get away from him. So Tgirl said hi and then decided that she wanted to go home.

The walk back to BART was very long with both kids wanting to ride on TDaddy's shoulders at the same time.

We decided that it will be a while before we go to another game as a family.

Potty Training part 2

Well, Tboy has made some progress toward being potty trained. He still is in Pull Ups. Sometimes he goes potty in the toilet. Sometimes. He would much prefer to stand to go potty. And he has yet to poop.

Oh well, he "won't go to off to college in diapers" (or Pull Ups as the case may be) as they say.

I am more worried about preschool this coming September at this point.