Baaaaaaa

Yesterday when I picked her up Libby told me a boy at school wiped a booger on her desk.  "Um.....that's gross." I said.  Then she said he also wiped ear wax on her chair.  "He sounds charming."  I had to giggle a little because this sounds like any story by anybody who ever went to school.  When I asked her how she'd responded it was all over her face why a kid in her class might pick her as the target of his disgusting displays of boyishness. She blows up like a fourth of July fireworks display.  I mean, she attempts a pokerface, but the kid has got nothin'.  No skill at hiding how she really feels.  In the end we decided next time she could get up, hand him a tissue and go back to work.  I actually thought of some great comebacks, but maybe a snarky approach isn't the best approach in first grade.  Anyway, I told her I believed that he's "gettin' your goat", and (again) we must try our best to not let others light our fuses.

A girl in her class pushed her buttons today and it was reported to me by the student teacher that Libby was very patient in a frustrating situation.  She said Libby told her, "I know how to deal with that.  I have a little sister."

The best though came tonight at dinner while Peyton was doing her best to get under Libby's skin by leaning into her as we sat at the kitchen island.  Always my firecracker Libby yelled, "PEYTON!  STOP KICKING MY GOAT!"

Blowing Off Steam

This is how the girls are blowing off steam after school today. Libby throws a Pepsi can at Peyton and tries to land it inside her bike basket. She's about 0/50 at this point. If Peyton's head were the target she'd be about 48/50. Wait. Peyton's head IS the target. Got it. I'm quick like that. We'll see if Peyton catches on....

I Really Love Summer

Three years ago I wrote this.  Tomorrow, I go back to my fourth year of teaching since I took a leave of absence when the girls were born.  Add that to the years of teaching I had under my belt before my babies and I'll be able to retire..... well, one day.  I gauge everything that way.  Everything is relative to when the girls were born.  The end of summer this year is bittersweet because we had the best summer.  Even today while shane and I sat on a park bench and watched the girls play I said, "Isn't it nice to sit here and not have to hover over them on the play structure?"  He agreed.  The girls are so capable right now and we totally soaked that up this summer.  Not that I haven't loved other summers, and I certainly don't wish time will go any faster, but this summer has been the best.  Here's how we spent our day together today....

Look.  Everyone pedaled their own bike. 

We played at the park and then met my dad and Margie at McMenamins North Bank for lunch on the river before riding back.  Not a bad way to end a great summer.