Monday morning I told the boys I would bring them lunch to school. Andrew eats at 10:30. Do you know how difficult it is to get lunch and get to school by 10:30? Well...I'm just going to tell you it's really difficult. The reason I know this is because I didn't get there on time. No, I did not. He had already started eating a school lunch. I can not begin to tell you how bad I felt. He seemed not to notice. I won't be late next time.
After living here for almost 2 years these girls and I got together for lunch. We met at Eleana's Taco Shop. It was wonderful. All of it...the food, the conversation, the friends. The only thing that would be better would have been for Tami to be with us. The commute for her would be a little much though.
Andrew came home with a note from school on Monday telling me that Wednesday would be blue day. My goodness he was very concerned about wearing blue on the correct day. Very concerned. I got this picture of his class from his teacher. I think he nailed it.
I tried to make them with oat flour, but as you can see it was a huge fail. We scraped them off the pan and made the best of it. Don't tell me I'm not a "glass is half full" kind of person. We try to see the positive in EVERY situation...especially when cookies are involved.
The Tigers game was incredible! Because it was a school night we had to leave at the beginning of the fourth quarter. It was almost 10:00 pm when we left, which is far from our bedtime. We ran to the car and listened on the radio on the way home and then ran inside to watch them play on ESPN. We caught the end of it...just in time to see the Tigers win! Yahoo! And no one was grumpy Friday morning...no one. I kid. Someone was, but we won't name names.
Each fall our town hosts a Bartlett Festival. This is actually my first year to be able to attend. Our church has a booth. The class that I teach volunteered to man it. The big boys didn't want to go with me, but Andrew was all over it. So we headed out.
Please know I was supposed to be volunteering at a booth, but here I stand with Andrew riding rides. Why is this?!? He's the baby. He's a hustler, relentless, and I'm tired. Yep, that about sums it up.