Beautiful Art work

I have recently undergone some personal changes. Over Thanksgiving break I had a procedure done that many women have to enhance a certain part of the female body. I had been considering this for a long time, and I finally just decided to do it. It was something I did for me, and it wasn't a HUGE change. When I went back to school on Monday many people probably didn't even notice because with the clothes I had on, it just wasn't that easy to tell. Tuesday however, I wore a dress that made it a little more easy for one to see a difference. I didn't realize, however, that any of my students would be able to tell. I suppose I was wrong. Below is a picture a little girl in my class drew of me. Note: She has drawn pictures of me before... none ever looking quite like this.

Bluebonnet prisoner

I love to listen to the fascinating converstaions my six year old students have with one another. A few weeks ago I read a story to my kids about bluebonnets. We had a discussion about how it was illegal to pick bluebonnets in the state of Texas because bluebonnets were the state flower. Anyhow... today three of my students were arguing over whether or not you could pick a bluebonnet. And the conversation went a little like this:

Student 1: You can NOT pick bluebonnets! They are the state flower.

Student 2: Yes you can. They are just a flower.

Student 1: You will go to prison if you do.

Student 3: (sarcastically inturrupting) Ummm....you aren't supposed to pick bluebonnets, but you won't go to prison! (Deep voice) Hey man what are you in for? (soft voice) I shot somebody, you? (Deep voice) I picked a bluebonnet.... (his voice) Nope... don't think so.

"Cricket" in my neck

I haven't blogged in over a year, and I think it is so sad because there have been so many stories that I could have shared. The things that happen in my classroom couldn't be "made up," and I have been blessed to have recently witnessed particular "happenings" that have inspired me to start back a bloggin'.

Today I woke up with a terrible crick in my neck. I couldn't move my head even one inch to the left. My head was practically glued to my right shoulder. I didn't think much about my kids really noticing, but I have slowly come to the realization that there aren't many things my kids DON'T notice. So we were doing calendar, and my back was to them for a few seconds and when I turned around they were all doing the motions to our calendar songs with their heads on their shoulders. It was pretty much hilarious, and I considered letting them continue calendar in that fashion but decided against. So I stopped calendar and explained that I had slept on my neck wrong, and I woke up with a crick in it. I noticed a little while later a little girl in my class was acting really strange. I finally asked her what was wrong, and almost tearfully she responded, "Well, is it going to come out?" I didn't really understand, and so I asked her, "Is what going to come out?" To which she responded.... "THE CRICKET!"

It was a lovely conversation trying to console and convince her that there was no cricket in my neck.