When Sarah was 5, she sat on Jason's lap, and with sad eyes, he asked, "How many more years of this do you think I'll have?"
She's 9 1/2 now.
The answer is: You'll have as many of these moments as you'll give her.
When Sarah was 5, she sat on Jason's lap, and with sad eyes, he asked, "How many more years of this do you think I'll have?"
She's 9 1/2 now.
The answer is: You'll have as many of these moments as you'll give her.
Part 1
Gingerbread cookies
Not to be confused with "men"
These are gingerbread rockets, bunnies, hearts, and moons.
I'm a "one and done...(maybe 2 but probably not)" kind of girl when it comes to how many times I want to eat Thanksgiving dinner.
As good as it is-- I don't want the whole thing pulled out of the fridge to feast again.
But Jason? He will eat nothing but Thanksgiving every meal for a week if the leftovers hold up.
Sarah is more like me.
Jack and Caroline take after Jason.
Happy Thanksgiving from the farm!!!
The kids have been struggling with putting their junk away. Since they aren't cleaning up inside like they should, they're getting to clean up after Reese outside.
Gloves, bags, down to rubber boots.... these kids are so dramatic.
No idea where they get it.
I have no idea how this is going to taste, but it's done.
It definitely looks homemade.
I may not be roasting my own pumpkins and hollowing out the insides for pie (like some people I know) but I give myself an "A" for effort. :)
I've been asked to bring a buttermilk pie to my in-laws tomorrow.
I decided to step up my game and make the crust.
This could go horribly wrong.
I hope this is OK so far....
In bed.
Watching Nickelodeon.
At 8:57.
I'm not a fan of sharing the bed with the kids. Not quite sure how I was talked into this.
Caroline's expression about taking this photo is my feeling about a slumber party in my room.
I bet I end up on the couch before the night is over. ;)
Thursday we went to the kids' school to see Caroline's work. She did a great job of explaining everything and showing us around.
I made sure to get a pic of the kids in Ms. Rushing's chair. All of them had her for kindergarten, and we couldn't imagine anyone better!
:)




We had a Thanksgiving board posted in our hall at work this week. Teachers were encouraged to write the things that they are thankful for.
My friend and I were joking and talked about filling the board with passive aggressive thanks for everyone to read.
"I'm thankful for the 3 staff members who show up on time."
"I'm thankful for the parents who don't complain."
"I'm thankful that I work with women who are so filled with confidence that they feel like they don't have to listen to me."
It's been that kind of week. We needed the comic relief.
To be clear... We did not actually write any of those things.
Then this morning I sat in on a meeting with my mentor where the parents were downright hateful.
My heart was racing and my hands were shaking in anger... And I was just listening and watching.
My mentor handled it beautifully!! I would not have been as kind and calm. It was awesome to watch.
But it took me a few minutes to fully calm down after they left.
Then I went to teach a guidance lesson about perseverance. We watched a clip from Derek Redmond's Olympic run and Kerri Strug's famous vault. Even though I've seen it before, I got chills all over again.
I needed the warm fuzzy feeling today. :). If you need a pick-me-up, Google it!
THEN.. to end the day, I delivered a box of food to a family for thanksgiving. They were supposed to pick them up here at the school. She walked here to get it because she didn't realize it was so heavy.
I told her I'd take it to her.
I drove to her apartment. It was tiny but clean. Her son also receives clothes from the school, and I delivered some of those as well.
This boy is so sweet, in the gifted and talented program at school. The parents are awesome and involved with his education. They simply can't afford much.
When I brought in the boxes, she asked if I had been the one she had spoken with on the phone so many times. I told her that it was me and explained how I'm an intern this semester.
She hugged me and thanked me for being so kind to her.
And THAT was the moment God knew I needed this week.
To get a big hug and hear a sincere thank you from an appreciative heart.
Happy Thanksgiving week!
Oh... And I get to take home a pie today! :) Thanks, PTA!