The midterm crazies have finally subsided and moving quickly toward the big push into finals and end-of-semester projects. There is a little time until then, but not much. I don't mind, really. There are some groups of students which you wish wouldn't go, some you won't mind when they go, and some you can't wait until they are gone. Not saying which it is this semester, but since it's cold and dark already here, December may as well hurry up.
We are steadily racking up school days, and those hours are flying by as well. I was nervous about how we would manage the goals I had for subjects and projects, but seem to be managing (we won't talk about that nasty shock I got when I actually looked at how many math lessons are in THIS year's math book. Why would they change the overall number of lessons by such a significant number from year to year? I guess summer school will be this year's math instead of next year's).
Speaking of cold and dark, the usual sense of futility is creeping back a bit, but I'm doing my best to struggle against it. A lot of my daily life seems rather pointless - I will grade the paperwork but next week there will be the same stuff to grade again, I will make supper, but everyone will be hungry again in a few hours, I will clean the house but it will last for about five minutes... But then I think of what would happen if I didn't do those things, and I suppose there would be rather substantial consequences if I didn't do the aforementioned stuff!
And then there is a lot of reminiscing, rejoicing, and re-living the events which took place a year ago. This has been a year full of extreme gratefulness and joy, and I all the same swell up and overflow as we look back on those crazy, crazy three weeks. It really doesn't seem as though it's been a year already, but then I look down and see her chasing all over the house and babbling away to her mamamama and dadadada and guh. We are truly, truly grateful.
Baby E and "Guh" (her name for her Big Brother)
Wide open spaces to run at the airplane museum!
She LOVES books!
Fun in the leaves.
Let's have noodles for supper.
More books. Daddy was reading his own book, so she brought him a stack of her books, and wouldn't let him be until she was read to. And yes, she wanted to read about that little commie train.
Also loves the vacuum cleaner.
Super-duper box castle in the basement. Be good or you will end up in the dungeon.
All Saints Party - guess who? Doctor Gianna, of course! The Boy was Saint Paul the Apostle, but I never did get a photo of him. He was far too busy playing the games and avoiding the camera.
Here he is - at C.'s wedding.
Contraction Surgery. If he ever becomes a surgeon, don't go to him. He doesn't believe in use of anesthetics. Turns out this helped a bunch with spelling. It was a bit gruesome, though.
Did I mention she is into everything????






