The Good Nacho

Peach got a great teacher for her 2nd grade year! Mrs. R was actually Melee's history teacher last year and she was able to move to the elementary this year which is what she was hoping for. She loved having Melee' in her class and she was one of his favorite teachers so she was very excited to have his sister in her class.

We were running a little late because she was the last of the Mohicans to be dropped off.
A quick pic and we exited the building. Nope, I didn't go to the "Cry Party" in the cafeteria. I didn't even cry. She had a great first day! On the second day she came home and I asked her how her day was and she said "Good. I'm a good nacho."

And I said "A good what?"

"Our names are on a nacho and our nachos are on a platter and if we get in trouble we have to move our nacho to the yellow platter and if we get in trouble again, we have to move it to the red platter."

By the third day she said "I don't like school, it's just work."

"Well you like going to recess and playing with friends."

"No I don't like recess, cause I get all sweaty and all my friends just like to run around and scream and I don't like to run that much."

So much for the school year. The party's over.

The Precious Goes to Kindergarten

The night before he was SO excited. As I was helping him into his pajamas he said, "I hope the teacher is really, really, really, really, neverlasting nice!" And I said, "You mean "everlasting" nice?" He said, "NO, NEVERlasting, like INfinity."



We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us.

How can you leave a face like that! Oh sure, it looks like a cute teddy bear coloring page, but it's a slippery slope that leads to Geometry!
He had a really, really, really neverlasting good day. The second day he said he wanted a tray for lunch and he had a horrible day because all his friends ride the bus. The third day he said he had a terrible day!

"Four bad things happened. Number four, all my friends get to ride the bus, and I don't."

"You can't ride the bus, we've already talked about that."

"Three, I spilled my water."

"Your water bottle?"

"No, one of the little ones."

"Did you have a lot of papers on your desk?"

"No."

"Well, good, you didn't make a big mess."

"No, it was a BIG mess. Three, I got a time out."

"But you said you had all your stars at the end of the day."

"It was on the playground. I picked up some rocks. I forgot the rule."

"And what was four?"

"I fell down and my knee got blood."

I cried on day four because he wanted to walk to his room by himself. I said "Okay, I'll stay here till you go down your hall." So he would go a little way, then turn around and look for me, then walk a little further and turn around and try to find me through the crowd of people, then walked down to his hall and turned around one more time before he headed down to his class.

The next day, I said, "Do you want to walk to class by yourself again?" and he said, "No, I want you to walk with me."

I still got it....

Ace Goes to Kindergarten

WWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! *sniff*

Charlie says, "It's like having them all out of diapers."

"Uh, no. It's nothing like that."

Tomorrow is the big day. He's excited. So I've got that going for me.

Headed for bed, so I can toss and turn and not get much sleep.

More news tomorrow.

Fantasy Football 2009

Because of conflict of schedules, I was unable to be at our family event, where we had a live draft for the 2009 Fantasy Football season. I let Charlie pick my team because he normally helps me with my picks anyway. So he texted me to let me know they were getting started with the draft. Where was I? In the movie theater watching Harry Potter. So he asked me if I wanted Tony Romo if he was available when my pick came up and I said yes. So he texts me later to say sorry, but my brother in law took Tony before my pick. Easy come, easy go I suppose. So when he gets home from Amarillo, he hands me my sheet of players and his sheet of players and says casually, "If you don't like my picks for you, I'll trade you anybody off my team." I look down at his sheet and I have only two words to say...

TOM BRADY? PEYTON MANNING? (Tom Brady, Peyton Manning...whateves)

TOM BRADY?! PEYTON MANNING?!

REALLY?

HE PICKS CLINTON PORTIS AS MY FIRST PICK (I ALWAYS PICK MY QUARTERBACK FIRST) AND THEN HE TAKES TOM BRADY! I GET HOSED ON THE TONY ROMO PICK AND END UP WITH MATT RYAN. TO WHICH I HAD TO SAY, "WHO THE HELL IS MATT RYAN?" I HAVEN'T EVEN LOOKED AT THE REST OF MY TEAM. I THINK I HEARD HIM SAY HE DID ME A BIG FAVOR BY PICKING THE RAVENS FOR MY DEFENSE. I DON'T THINK THERE IS ONE PLAYER ON MY ENTIRE TEAM THAT I HAVE ANY INTEREST IN WATCHING.

But I'm not bitter.