don't forget your baby suit!

ok, not gonna' lie, i think summer school is draining me more this year than last year. it's the kids, the program and i really think it's things here at home as well-which i didn't realize until today. today i was looking at some texas brochures (made by kids) and i thought it would be great to share them with you!

i picked this one because i thought it might be a relevation (yet perhaps not quite accurate) i liked the 2nd largest state EVER?!?! (it was the ever that makes it inaccurate in case you weren't certain).

don't forget your baby suit when you go to the beach! (i'm sure she's been wondering for most of her life why this thing is called a baby suit, i need to enlighten her and do a little 'splainin')

the kids are great with me- i believe in instilling the fear of God (and ms. robinson). well, i've had issues in the afternoon because when i leave another person comes into my classroom and teaches dance babysits. and when i come in every morning the desks are not in place and there are chairs spread all over the room. i think it bothers me a little bit because i learned that you should always leave things better than you found them! (thank you k2!)

apparently my kids aren't in my room in the afternoon this week- a different grade is, and from what my kids said, they are rowdy (which was confirmed by our office manager)...so today i stayed in my room a little bit later than normal because one of my very responsible girls said that she told one of the boys not to go in a certain area yesterday (because i had told them so) and the boy said, "well, your teacher isn't here right now, is she?" oh no he didn't... today i may or may not have introduced them to 'the rude child's worst nightmare.' they had zero respect for the man in charge. yes, i butted in a few times to get them in line. when i walked back in, the guy was trying to teach them the dance and there were 5 or 6 kids sitting around talking, drawing, etc and one of them was sitting in the chair behind my desk-if you are a teacher, you understand that the desk is a sacred, private piece of furniture, and what's on that desk is of a confidential manner. i'm pretty sure my eyes must have held the look because he was up and dancing before i even had to say anything. 

i was a little embarrassed in the bathroom because after i went in, i heard the all too familiar voice, "in 15 minutes or less, you can save..." and i looked over in the corner, and there he was-thinks he's so cute.

but he was an imposter-it wasn't even a real good accent-he sounded more indian/baliwood.

and i'm back to trying to retrain bruno on the potty issue. it's a little different than when my parents potty trained me (not that i remember, but i'm guessing they didn't offer me a twinkie or a chocolate chip cookie every time i went to the kiddie-toilet...although i noticed on a friend's fb that she has been giving special treats to her kiddo)...and i'm pretty sure that when i accidentally had an accident (redundant..not changing it) my mom didn't throw a hanger across the room to get me to stop mid-stream. that may or may not have happened yesterday (bad mama...but it's because i was in the bathroom and when i yelled his name, he just kinda' looked at me as if to say,'whaaaaat?')

and tonight i made a difficult decision. my dad called and i had to let him know that i wasn't going to be able to make it up to branson (i have been looking forward to this since oh..march-ish, if you'll remember i wanted to go to silver dollar city with david, hollie and the kids and mom and dad, and i may have invited shea to come play since she was going to be in the area anyway!) i just think the boys have been stressed and with bruno on meds and just getting his molars out...i cringe at the idea of driving them up and then making them stay in a kennel (visions of them cowering in a corner while the other dogs bang on the jail cell bars and yell mean things about the shower..)

anyhoo, that was my big adventure for the summer. boo.

and i was informed that tomorrow someone from the program is coming in to evaluate me. guess what no pdas, so guess what...big. deal.

if the baby suit fits, wear it...(because bathing suits cost a lot these days)
julie