I am overwhelmed by all the kind words, emails, and comments on my blog and facebook page about Sydney. Your thoughts and prayers really helped. I felt like I was getting a hug each time I read a new comment or email.
It's been a rough weekend.
And, in the interest of telling you everything about myself as you all know I have the tendency to do, I think it's safe to tell you that I am sad.
But. Deep breath. Smell the soup, as I tell my kids. Watch Ellen and laugh a little. Take dinner to a good friend who just had a baby and hold that baby and smell that baby and squish that baby and pretend you are kidnapping that baby.
So. Life goes on, apparently. That's what the baby said, anyway.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. It makes me get emotional just thinking about the outpouring of love I've experienced so I'm going to stop talking about it now.
Two things I want to tell you.
First, I had a watch dog come in on Friday. This is actually a dad, and not a dog, just to be clear.
He thought the identical-twins-related-to-a-famous-person were hysterical. He got to watch them perform a choreographed dance during our inside recess. It wasn't that professional, and there was no music, and they may have fallen down a few times, but we all shouted for an encore anyway.
The watch dog also got to see my kids share (oral language). They were sharing their collection of one hundred things. And my new girl (who is actually not that new anymore because I got her before Thanksgiving break, but I still think of her as new girl because she almost never talks and I don't know that much about her) got up to share her pencils, of which there were not one hundred and more like six. I know this because she could hold three in each hand. But that's neither here nor there because she HATES sharing in front of the class due to her limited English, so I take what I can get. Up until this point, she echoed what I whispered for her to say.
But, on Friday, she said she didn't need my help.
And she spoke all on her own, even with transition words! We didn't care that she said, "First, Second, First, Seventh". The whole class erupted into applause -- it was a moment.
We had a moment.
And one of my twins took that moment to wipe pretend tears from his eyes and shout, "TEARS OF JOY, NEW GIRL! TEARS OF JOY!"
The watch dog lost it. LOST IT.
He said he could have stayed all day.
Uh, I think not. I mean, it was the 100th day of school and no one needed to see us eating fruit loops off the floor during our make a necklace activity.
The second thing I wanted to tell you is that (up until this weekend, at least) I've been working really hard on my Kindergarten Morning Work Pack 2. It's getting this.close to being finished. So for those of you who have requested more sight words and some sentences, I've got you covered.
Here are a few samples:
(picking up where we left off in the other pack)
So . . . almost finished. And then I'll give some away!! Check back this week.
I'm looking forward to the housewives of Beverly Hills and The Bachelor tonight . . . how about you?