Under the Weather

We have survived our first "major" illness. Lincoln had a minor ear infection at the end of the week.  He has been so healthy, and for that we are so grateful.  He was pretty pitiful for a couple of days, but he seems to be feeling much better now!  I'm glad-sickness is hard on this momma.  I think it's because I'm not used to it-I don't get sick much, either. 

We're hoping he's back 100% in time for uncle Nick's wedding on Saturday!

Counting Down

I don't mean to wish my life away, but there are several "countdowns" going on around here...there are 13 days until my brother's wedding; 8 more days of school (for students); 14 more days of school for me; and only a few  more beyond that until vacation. 

Recently I've contemplated getting my Rank I in LME.  I have always loved books, and I think I would love to foster such a love in children.  I considered it when I did my Master's, but decided to go with literacy instead.  I'm totally happy teaching 5th grade social studies, but would like to expand my options...just in case.  Plus, I can take a class for free for having had a student teacher.  There's a lot going on...we'll see...

Sticky-keyitis

Maybe I've seen too much "Doc McStuffins" lately, but that's what I have diagnosed my piano with.  The cover had been down since the water globe accident, but I pushed it back as I was cleaning today and tried our the keys.  The white keys are fine, but many of the black keys that were covered in the liquid now stick.  No easy fix, either.  Makes me sad.  We got the piano when I was 9 years old and wanted to take lessons.  I've played a lot of pianos in my 25 years of playing, but none of them feel quite like mine.  I've often said I wished I could take my piano with me for all weddings I've played for.  My fingers know "my" keys like they were molded just to fit them.  

I'm trying not to be angry about it.  It was an accident.  I just wish I could put everything breakable out of Lincoln's reach...and still reach it myself!

Ode to Lincoln

I am Lincoln.

I eat with my fingers

I play with water bottles

I am fascinated by objects others call ordinary

I steal momma's cutting board

And use it for a cane

I give hugs

And knee kisses

I hold the phone backwards to my ear and say hello

I act shy to strangers

Then wave to them as they leave

I line things up

My mommy and daddy love me more than life

Because they prayed and suffered for my existence

I can turn a bad day into a good day by sharing giggles

I prefer no shoes

I like bubbles

I take showers

I have a sweet tooth

And I love fruit

And milk

I drink from a straw like a big boy

I might be a big brother some day

If it's God's plan

I love Sunday School

Alvin and the chipmunks cracks me up

I have a temper

I wish my dog would play with me

Sometimes I lay in his bed

It's cozy

I like to push buttons

I see all of my grandparents nearly every day

I am special-

My mommy said so.

Leave it to me...

So I have a mysterious injury...when we got home from the grocery yesterday, I mentioned that my ankle was hurting but I didn't recall Turing or twisting it at all.  As the evening wore on, it got progressively worse.  I even had to take some ibuprofen at 3:20 this morning.  Luckily, the pain eased off a bit and I was able to go back to sleep, but the day has been rough.  I can barely walk.  What gives?   At least j might be sympathetic if I'd actually done something to get hurt.  I guess I'm just getting old...