Addiction

I admit, I have an addiction. I am addicted to registries on-line. I guess it started when Jeff & I got married. I had to check our registry 50 times a day. Now, I get excited when I have a friend getting married or having a baby because I can check their registry too. I have one friend getting married and another having a baby and seriously I look at their registry at least one time a day if not more. I get excited to see gifts purchased and can spot a new purchase right away when I'm looking at their registry. What is it about registries that are so addictive?

Valentine's

Case is going through his Valentine's stash.

Making cookies for his Valentine's party.

Case & mommy decorating. Making a mess.

Case found my eyeliner Friday morning. We heard him saying, "Eyes, eyes," but didn't know why until we found him with eyeliner all over his eyes.

This Is How We Do It!

Coincidence?

I recently checked out a book from the library for Case called "Tell Me What God Made." We sat down to read it one night and I turned the page and low and behold, there was my husband in the book. Case noticed too and pointed at the picture and said, "Daddy." See what you think.

Just in case its been awhile since you've see Jeff....

My Baby

A Woman, a baby & a bus

This morning one of my students came in to homeroom and informed me that a lady & her baby had gotten on to his bus. I was confused and asked if he rode the RTD (public) bus to school. He said no, it was his school bus and the driver just let her get on. I asked if they dropped her off somewhere and he said she rode all the way to school with them. Then the driver escorted her into the building to find out why she was on the bus. Not the brightest bus driver.

I told Jeff that if I found out that that happened on my child's bus, I'd be calling the school district. These days you can't trust even a woman & her baby. What was the driver thinking to even let her get on?

It's Back

Well, I might have tonsillitis again! Only this time no fever. It is truly miserable to have such a sore throat. It hurts to swallow, it hurts to talk. Wish I had a job where I didn't have to talk all day. I've put in a call to the dr. to see if I should come in since I don't have a fever. Still waiting to hear what they say.