Ok....so I will start with the most exciting the news...Who DAT....Saints are going to the Super Bowl....the game on Sunday (Saints vs Vikings) determined who went to the Super Bowl...for me, this was the super bowl...don't get me wrong, I want the Saints to win, but I am sooo excited they are going to the Super Bowl....Growing up in Louisiana, I always remember the paper bags....my dad was in the grocery business so we were lucky enough to go to several Saints games growing up....even got to sit in the Pepsi Suite most of the time:)
Sunday evening we headed over to Buffalo Wild Wings with Christa, Brad, our kids, and several friends...what a game!!! We had a blast!!!!!!!!! It even went into overtime....So now, Christa and I get to plan a HUGE super bowl party in Houston. So exciting....
I went back to work on Monday...I was ready, a little sad because I really enjoyed staying home with the girls...I love saying "my girls"...they are wonderful. My long-term sub Holly (who subbed for me when Isabella was born...who is a retired (but young, teacher) warned me that 1st period was pretty bad...boy was she right...I come in Monday morning, right after a VERY fun night of watching the Saints go the superbowl...excited about meeting my new seniors (I teach a semester class)...when all of a sudden all of these guys with illegal electronic devices, illegal hats, no ids come marching through my door...oh and I forgot to mention attitudes....I have about 25 guys and 3 sweet girls....how did this happen!!! The guys were going to "show me"....In my 11 years of teaching I have never experienced this...ok, maybe when I was a newbie, but not in years!!! I was in such shock, I did not know what to say...The day got better and by the end, things were ok...I really like my students...I was just traumatized by 1st period. I was also very overwhelmed trying to figure things out, get back into my routine, drop and pick the girls up, teach, go to a meeting, pick the girls up, come home and straighten the house, cook dinner, exercise, bathe the girls, and try to grade tests (which did not happen)....I am sure I will get used to this hectic schedule:)
Today when I dropped Isabella off, her teacher was telling me how good she has been. I was worried she would act out by hitting or biting, but she was really good...she did throw herself on the ground yesterday, but overall she has been great...Her teachers did tell me that she has started tattle telling on the kids in her class...I was shocked!!! 17 months and tattle telling...that's my girl....too funny.....
My poor, wonderful husband Dave has to drive 2 hours each way (T-Thur) this week for his job...He usually gets a hotel room, but I told him....I can't do it by myself...so he comes home...I love this man!!!
Just when I think I have run out of poop stories, another one appears...I took a bath with Isabella, and then Dave brought Sophia to me so it was me and the girls in the bath tub. Well, Isabella decides to poop (a bunch) while we are in there...As soon as I realize, I jump out of the tub with the baby...I can't believe I have been pooped on AGAIN!!! Really!!! I then get Isabella out...I thought she was finished...she wasn't and then she and I both stepped on one of her terds in the carpet...Dave starts yelling at me, "why did you take her out"...I say " I wasn't going to leave her in the poop tub, besides, I thought she was finished"!!! I guess I just don't learn...Christa said she never had this many poop stories with her kids!!!
One more funny story before I sign off....Isabella is in a big girl bed upstairs...many nights she wakes up (around 2 or 3 am) and starts crying...we don't want to bring her to our bed, so one of us goes upstairs, lays with her, and usually falls asleep next to her...Dave and I literally have started to run to the gate and fight over who gets to "comfort" her...ok...we really love her, but truth be told, the person who gets to go upstairs gets uninterrupted sleep...the "loser" has to stay in the grown up bed and wake up every few hours to feed little Sophia....ha!
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