1. For starters, the out of town volleyball tournament that was scheduled for Sunday was postponed, and we actually got to spend three days home with no obligations.
2. We did this without killing each other.
3. I'm thankful for a house big enough that my husband, daughter and I could spend three days cooped up without bloodshed.
4. Aaaaand we had a Snow Day on Monday (although I've had enough now, thank you, and am ready to move along to SPRING).
5. I spent my Snow Day baking bread and wrote this post about it. You should read it. I think I should give up my day job and write recipes full time. You might not agree.
|Fire Station I made|
out of duct tape.
Impressed, aren't you?
|This gives you an idea of what it looked like.|
|I hope you can appreciate how difficult it is to do this with long legs.|
7. I got in an awesome photo bomb at Big Wheel Day! As I was coming down the straightaway on the riding course, I saw a dad getting ready to take a picture of his niece as she passed him. Oh, yeah, I did it.
8. Ruby is at about 98% full capacity after her kitty maker/front claw removal surgery a week ago. She is back to racing through the house full-tilt, playing with her toys in her go-big-or-go-home way, endlessly chasing her tail, preferably either on my bed or in the (empty) bathtub, and antagonizing her brothers.
|Ruby either doing her Tyrannosaurus impression|
or trying to intimidate Pete.
9. Apparently concerned that I could not write this post without her help, she contributed the following (unedited):
She likes watching the symbols race across the screen....
|Sorry, Ruby, it's not a touchscreen.|
|Proofreading her work.|
10. And the week has ended with one of the best preschool stories ever. While my Pre-K class was doing their morning work at the table, I went to the computer, located near where we have Circle Time, to type and print my weekly letter to the parents. There were a few students who were done with their work, and they were sitting in the circle, looking at books. My printer is temperamental at best, and instead of nicely printing the letter on one piece of paper, it pulled the last four sheets I had through, printing a little on each, and thereby ruining every single piece of paper I had. I took one look at it and said aloud to myself, "Well, that stinks."
Next to me, a little voice said, "It was just a toot. Excuse me."
I laughed until I cried.
Go be thankful. Right now. Link up here.
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal</ a>, I Want Backsies, Mother of Imperfection, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Meaning of Me, The Wakefield Doctrine