- Pick up cat
- Step onto scale
- Record weight
- Put down cat
- Step onto scale
- Record weight
- Subtract second weight from first weight to calculate weight lost
- Celebrate weight loss by eating a piece or two of fudge
- Repeat process whenever necessary
I was the only member of Casa de Shoes on the Wrong Feet that wore long pants and a sweater as we walked around our local nursery searching for the perfect Christmas tree. It was sunny and in the high sixties.
Hot chocolate was consumed, cookies were nibbled, a tree was decided upon and loaded up on the top of our car. Carter even talked to Santa and Mrs. Claus, telling them he really wanted his mamma’s banana bread and a semi-automatic Nerf gun for Christmas. (He will get one of these two; can you guess which one?)
Carter, always one to find an excuse to get out of doing what he considers an unpleasant task, did not disappoint when told he had to go jacket shopping with me this morning.
me: Come on boys, we really need to get you some warm jackets! I bribed them with a trip to Einstein Bagels, just to sweeten the deal.
Cody let out a loud sound- something between a moan and a groan – and wandered off to put on his shoes and swipe a brush once or twice through his unruly hair.
Carter went for the more academic approach.
Carter: But mom, we won’t need jackets soon with all the global warming in the world. Places like Arizona will continue to get hotter and hotter. No one who lives here will need a jacket this year!
Let’s hope jackets don’t become obsolete that quickly. Or ever.
Yesterday, to get into the holiday spirit, we went on a walking tour of a Christmas lights display. Along the way, some group selfies were taken.
We have never been the most photogenic of families, but that does not stop us from having fun with it and getting our smile on. Or whatever.
On the first day of December my true love gave to me…
This year, we bought the boys Star Wars Lego advent calendars. This morning they were excited to open the first door and piece together the mini Lego creation, a Landspeeder.
Twenty-three more doors left to open.
After my shower this morning, I discovered that I, too had an advent calendar of sorts.
It only has one door, but there are six hundred twenty-four more days of giving in my calendar.
I’ll take a slice, but hold the Tin, please.
my crisper drawer has not been this clean since I don’t remember when.
My first two years of teaching, I worked with a population that was overwhelmingly high-needs. The entire district was Title I, meaning that greater than 95% (I don’t know the exact percentage, but it was in the high nineties) qualified for free and reduced lunch. They had very limited resources. Along with this, many of the students were struggling in other ways and some had been identified as being at very high-risk.
There was an organization that came to my school that met with those kids and taught them life skills, build up self-confidence, and simply gave them notice. This was all done through therapy dogs. This powerful experience for the kids was on the fringes of my peripheral vision, as I was a first/second year teacher trying not to drown in it all.
But it stuck with me.
This morning, while lying in bed with my first cup of coffee, I found myself researching this organization and seriously wondering if our Flat Coat Retriever rescue dog, Sasha and I would be up for the challenge. As I was deep on thought on the topic, Cody and Carter woke up and came lumbering into the bedroom. They flopped onto the bed, which was already filled with two black furry pups, and listened as I told them my thoughts.
Carter appeared a bit protective and worried for Sasha. He thought it might be alright if the children did not hurt her. He wanted to know if he could come along. I think he was wrestling with the implications of sharing our dog with others. What if she loves us less? – I could see the question in his head.
I assured him that Sasha would always be our dog, we would be her pack. This is when Cody piped up.
cody: We will always be in her heart, and in her mind.
carter: Adding to this, in what I feel was quite an eloquent way, Carter states – We will always be in her tail, too.
Sasha, who is a total tail-wagger, was listening, enjoying the pets, and wagging her tail.
Yes, we will always be in her tail, too.
I do wonder how many emails she sent from my account before I locked her out.
Yesterday Cody had his friend Debbie over to hang out (at 12 years of age, I assume the term “play date” is no longer applicable. I am fine with this, not ever really liking that term anyway). They had plans for Minecraft followed by some swimming, followed by more Minecraft.
Before Debbie came over, I did the usual ack-people-are-coming-over panic cleaning. Clutter was removed from counters, the floor in the boys’ room was unearthed, and the vacuum was wildly driven around the house.
As I walked down the hall to put something away, I met Carter who was going the other direction. We passed each other near the entrance to their bathroom, which also moonlights as the guest bathroom.
me: Carter, how is the toilet paper situation in your bathroom?
carter: Without breaking stride and sounding taken aback by my question – I don’t know. I don’t use it.
me: You don’t use it?!?
carter: Well, barely ever, he muttered as he rounded the corner and disappeared from view.