Friday, August 23, 2019

It's the First Week of School!

My favorite week has come and almost gone! It's the first week of school!


Uniforms were laid out with care, bows were painstakingly selected, brand new backpacks that had been hanging in cubbies for a month were finally used. Traditional pictures were taken, first day handshakes attempted (we need a better 3-person handshake method) and poppyseed bread was consumed.


(Flashback to when our 6th grader was a brand new baby Kindergartner and the handshake tradition I stole from my childhood friend Meg began!)


This year we had two kids starting at new schools: Cora in Kinder and Landon in Middle School! Claire is in 4th and Maggie remains home schooled.


It's so crazy to me that I was pregnant with our current Kindergartner when we took our original Kindergartner to his first day of school. Cora's in that picture, we just hadn't met her yet. And now that Kindergartner is a MIDDLE SCHOOLER. This picture is 6 years old. Six years from now Landon will be a senior in high school and Cora starting middle school. All the cliches about time flying by are true.


Cora the Kindergartner was calm and confident as we walked to her classroom. She got a daddy hug because he needed it and then marched into class and didn't look back. She's been ready for this moment for years.


Claire, always one for additional parent-time, requested a walk to her classroom and so up the stairs we went to drop of our big girl 4th grader who loves the first day of school as much as I do.


Landon's new school starts crazy late (first bell at 9:15!), but he got up for our traditional pictures and to walk the girls to his old stomping ground.


A million years later (like 60 minutes) it was time to meet Landon's crew at our friend's house who lives near the middle school. They were all excited and adorable. James joked about piggy-backing Landon to school, but Landon called his bluff by declaring it a GREAT idea.


But we sent our little ducklings off on foot all by themselves like the big kids they are. We yelled "make good choices!" and took pictures of their backs as they turned the corner and went out of sight.


Maggie found the excitement of the first day prep exhausting and slept through all her lessons.


I was excited all day at work, looking forward to hearing how their days went. The girls had gymnastics at 4, so James took them (he always closes the swim school the first week of school and it's the BEST because he gets the download each day direct from the kids and we figure out our routine before the after-school nannies begin, plus he loves getting to see them at a time of day he's usually in the pool). Landon got dropped off at home by a friend's mom about 5 (normally he'll ride his bike to/from, but we wanted to drive over on the first day) and I skipped yoga on my way home from work in lieu of hearing about his day.

And OY did he have much to tell me! I pulled up in the driveway and closed the gate behind me. I looked in the rearview mirror to ensure the gate was closing and see Landon SPRINTING out of the house, his mouth already moving. He bounded over to my side of the car and as soon as I opened the door, the stream-of-conscious hit me mid-report:

“...so art was great [art is 2nd period, so apparently I'd already missed the discussion of 1st] and we had to direct someone else to draw a picture with a blindfold and I was the director and I picked a unicorn because it was the hardest and this boy from [other school] was my partner and we won a lollipop! He drew a nice unicorn. In social studies we had to organize by birthdays and as soon as she said it I jumped up with two other kids and we got everyone organized REALLY FAST. In math we get extra points on our birthday but since I already had mine I can use my points whenever so I’m going to use them when I just don’t get a topic you know? And reading is going to be GREAT. My teacher has a 1,000 stories and said we won’t learn anything if she tells them all. The AR Word Count Record is 9 million words and it hasn’t been broken in NINE YEARS and I’m going to break it. We have to read one million to graduate the class but we can read ANYTHING! She likes ducks and I forgot to give her the post it’s you bought but I will tomorrow. I think I want a binder? It’s a lot to keep track of in all the classes. No one i know is in my lunch table but Caden sat behind me at a DIFFERENT table but we can still talk because he’s behind me, you know? So I can hear him. Recess is good but I wish all my friends were in it. I have homework but it’s for you and not for me. I gave Caden a pizza roll because he was hungry; no one saw. OH! Computers was easy but probably because we didn’t do anything yet. It’s my first class. Oh, Mom! what are we having for dinner?”

So he had a good day! The girls got home and also reported good days, though in significantly less detail than their brother. Cora learned about raising her hand and thought the rule to be the greatest addition to her life. We are all now expected to raise our hands at dinner. Claire reported that Cora apparently hadn't enjoyed the game played in P.E.:

Claire: "Ms. Luna said that Cora did not like being It at tag in PE."
Cora, indignant: "I was just not playing that game Claire! I didn't understand the rules. I was just playing with Scarlett and I was not ever It!"
Claire, gently: "It's PE Cora. You play the game as a big group."
Cora: "No, Claire, I just decided I was not playing. I did not know the rules!"
Me: "Weren't they explained to you before the game started?"
Cora: with a sigh, "Probably. I just decided I was not going to be It, so I played my OWN game with Scarlett instead."
Claire, to me: "I see why she was a problem."

After Cora received clarification that PE was not just an indoor version of recess, she apparently got on board, but it is extremely Cora to observe a group at play and decide to opt out. She LOVES being in the classroom and doing the work (she noted it's a lot of coloring and not a lot of "hard work" so far; she's hoping it picks up soon) and has made several friends, though she doesn't know any of their names. As she pointed out to me, "I don't need to know their names to play with them Mom."

The week progressed, everyone cheerful and uniformed and absolutely loving school. Landon pooled all his birthday money together and bought an electric scooter. It was delivered Monday night and he was up at 6:30 a.m. Tuesday morning to practice using it so we'd approve his riding it to school.



We did. It's equally strange and amazing to wave goodbye to him from the front porch at 8:30 and then have him scooter back home around 5. It's like sending him off to work each day.

Maggie went with me to drop off the girls on Tuesday, and despite wearing her finest PTA spirit shirt, she couldn't figure out why we were all awake and driving somewhere at 7:30 a.m.


I don't understand the school carpool line and the thought of breaking the rules I don't know is paralyzing, so I always park at our friend's house and walk over.


Maggie, used to picking up the kids, but never involved in drop-off, was horrified when we left the children behind and felt very strongly that we should go retrieve them before leaving.


Also on Tuesday I took the whole day off work to spend the day with James in celebration of being done with my yoga training and him having me back at night. We went out for a fabulous brunch and just enjoyed hanging out in an empty house.


Then I used a groupon for a Brazilian Blowout. I'd always wanted to get one- my hair, when left to dry on its own, is an awful, unworkable mix of frizz, half curl, and floating fine hairs. Blow-drying takes too long and then I still have to straighten it, so I pretty much just wear my hair in a wet ball on top of my head like the professional attorney I am.


But now, it's straight! And not frizzy! It dries in 5 minutes with a blow dryer and I don't have to straighten it at all! I went to hot yoga yesterday morning before work, did a quick partial blow dry so it was no longer dripping down my back, and let it AIR DRY at work and it looked good! Insanity.


Not that you can see it here, but it's straightish!

The family-chosen meals were much enjoyed. Last night was James's at HG and it was delicious. Particularly the dessert he apparently needed two spoons to eat.


As noted in his first-day rapid-fire-report, Landon has decided he's going to break the 9-million word AR reading record that is 7 years old. We'll see about that, but what's important is it finally enabled me to convince him to read Harry Potter. I googled the word count for the series (1.08 million!) and bam, FINALLY, he cracked open The Sorcerer's Stone.


And Claire is finally reading Little House in the Big Woods! I've owned these series to read to children since before my children existed and they are finally being read! I had no chill about any of it. (#HarryPotterFangirlForLIFE)

The only person possibly not loving this week is Maggie who has expressed her displeasure at the tiny humans being gone by pooping in the girls' room three times.


Obviously, she feels terrible. Particularly when James had just rented a Rug Doctor and steamed the rug and then she did it again.


Her guilt is eating her alive and interrupting her sleep, but we've told her that we know she's trying her best.


And so we've made it through the first week! And we're celebrating with my chosen dinner- a big pool party with friends! An accidental tradition started last year, the frosé is about to get spinning in the margarita machine and then I'm making 5 lbs. of pasta salad and picking up a giant Costco cake. Let the splashing, chatting, and frosé-ing begin! (In 5 hours!)

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Graduations, Transitions, and Traditions!

You guys, this has been a HUGE week! Each highlight deserves its own post, but given that some of them didn't even get their own day, that's obviously not happening.

First up, I took my written yoga test on Tuesday night! We were allowed one 3x5 note card to bring into the test and the combined acts of studying and cramming tiny words onto a tiny note card were deeply enjoyable to me. A cheater note card! The last time I made one of those was for some of the formulas in my high school AP physics class. I made it over the weekend and then took it everywhere with me all week like a tiny little Sanskrit covered security blanket.


So on Tuesday I went to work, went to yoga, went to the restaurant next door to yoga to study, took my test- writing diligently until my hand turned into The Claw and I had to shake it out and give it mini massages and then writing some more, and then met some friends for drinks and french fries at a little neighborhood restaurant afterward. Tuesday was an excellent, if incredibly long, day.

On Wednesday we woke up to the sound of rain on our skylights! Rain!! It took a second to figure out what the sound was.

As we all know, Maggie does not like rain. She does not like its drops hitting her head and she does not like its wetness touching her delicate toes. Luckily, we have a solution.


Maggie in a rain jacket is brave and adventurous and full of zoomies!


She is prepared to protect and defect the house from the scary water drops.


Then she is going to take a VERY long nap to recover. Good job, Maggie.


Also on Wednesday, I had my practical exam for yoga teacher training! We were paired up with another trainee and then, under the watchful eyes of our instructors, taught a full hour-long sequence to our partner, in breath-posture-cue formula, correct cues, and assists and adjusts. Then you switched and were the student for your trainee-partner's teaching. It was more intense than I expected. I knew the sequence and had practiced with my friends multiple times, but knowing it was the end and you were being watched and graded had sweat rolling down my back the whole time I taught. But I did it! And I was done! And I got a little thumb's up from my instructor as I was heading out.


Heading out with my graded exam with a big 100 on the top! Obviously, it's hanging on the fridge now. And then I came home to a bottle of champagne (James) and the timely arrival of a new shirt that I'd ordered when I saw my instructor wearing it in class last week. I drank my champagne in the bathtub and felt giddy at the fact my training was essentially done. Wednesday was also a great day.


Thursday donned early as I got ready for work with bleary eyes and lots of helpers underfoot. I worked my lawyer work and then raced home to pick up Landon at 5:25 for Meet the Teacher Night at his new middle school 6th grade campus!


It was total chaos and SO hot, but he got a corrected schedule (now with computer science instead of theater; he is MUCH relieved, and middle-school-me completely understands) and was able to walk to each of his classrooms. He had little to no interest in meeting the teachers (I'll meet them all on Monday mom and then we can remember each other better), but spent MANY minutes perusing the bookshelves of his Accelerated English teacher and the library. Then he tried to check out books at the library and I was like Landon, school has not actually started, and he was very disappointed. He's going to do great.


We got home from that sweaty adventure at 6:30 and then I forcefully shimmied my way into leggings (leggings over sweat is a killer workout that no one seems to be monetizing) to drive to my very last yoga teacher training class while our nanny, who had stayed behind with the girls during MTTN, stayed on.

Meeting in the studio for YTT one last time was a little emotional. I've grown so close to my classmates- never mind that I'm a million years older than all of them, it's been so fun learning and growing with every one of them.


We posed for pictures and practiced our parts for the "Friends and Family Night" round robin sequence we'd be teaching. Then my Friends and Family arrived!


I was so excited to have them there!! My section was the "Sun B - Slow Flow" which is towards the beginning. I didn't forget anything even though the giant room crammed with people was WAY DIFFERENT from our little RR studio or the practice runs I've done with friends, but it was so much fun. I practiced my adjusts and assists, which are quickly becoming my very favorite part of teaching.


James made kissy faces at me whenever I walked by him, attempted to hit our friend Kim in the face with his extremely wide-reach tree pose, and then super inappropriate noises under his breath during his supine twist adjustment I gave towards the end. My lead teacher was cracking up sitting next to him in the back corner.


We ended Savasana by giving little massages to each of our guests and then lining up with all our fellow trainees in the front to thank everyone for coming. I get choked up anytime I try to say it out loud, but I am so beyond thankful for this man. He not only made this training happen for me back when he surprised me with the payment at Christmas, but he has been on on his own with the kids and house, dinners and bedtimes and bulldogs, basically from 7 a.m. Tuesday morning until I woke up on Friday morning, for the last 8 weeks. And he has never complained, never made me feel bad or selfish, just mumbled a "how class went?" when I tip toed into our bedroom at 11 p.m. and let me crawl into bed for sleepy spoons and cuddles.


And now I'm graduated! My 200-hour RYT certificate and I are getting registered on Yoga Alliance, forming an LLC, printing liability waivers, opening a bank account, and securing insurance. Then we're hoping to offer some intro to yoga workshops and other community-type classes while I figure out how/where/when I want to work yoga into my regular teaching schedule. I'm hoping to continue practicing on friends and just continue deepening my own practice. My studio offers a 5-week long extensions program for its 200-RYT graduates, and as much as I would LOVE a deeper dive into some more advanced teacher topics like sequencing, more adjusts and assists, modifications, etc. I need to return to my family. This yoga journey will be a life-long and I know more trainings are waiting for me.


Speaking of family- Friday night was Meet the Teacher night for our sweet elementary school and we've got a brand new Kindergartner in the house!


Cora was BEAMING with joy for every single minute we spent at the school. She marched confidently down the halls, told her new teacher she loved school and hard work, and then worked VERY INTENTLY on the gently suggested "Welcome to Kindergarten" coloring sheet.


We are so excited for her and know she is absolutely going to rock it.


Claire is starting 4th grade and has Landon's old trio of teachers all of whom adored him and are excited to have Claire. She ran around with her friends the whole night, so I don't have a single picture of her, but that seems exactly right. Landon was also in attendance and ran around with his crew and I only caught occasional glimpses of his sweaty face as they came in from outside for a drink at the water fountain. It's hard to believe that six years ago we were starting at this school without knowing a single person. I was 6 months pregnant with Cora and had no idea what was going on or how Landon was going to handle Kindergarten. And now we're pros at the Elementary school game, our children having adored every minute they've spent here, and we are thankful every day we get to support this amazing, diverse Title I school that just earned itself an A rating from the state. A remarkable feat no matter what, but particularly with a 75% economically disadvantaged and "at-risk" student population; we are so proud to be part of this public school community.


We went out with a big group of friends and fellow PTA volunteers for dinner after Meet the Teacher Night and our Kindergartner was quite disappointed to learn that she would not be in school again in the morning. "You mean I have to wait TWO MORE DAYS?!!" she exclaimed with great dismay on our way out, way past her bedtime.

Also, past her bedtime, James opened a package he'd received from a swimsuit manufacturer he might partner with. Without warning, and with a gulp of water in my mouth, he struck a pose in the kitchen wearing this:


I died. It's important that you see the back.


I've obviously seen James in a Speedo a million times, but there's something about the faux-denim that absolutely looks like real denim, in EXTREME cut-off fashion, with about 1" of width along the hips.... it's just really something. Obviously I had to text all our friends and was then shaking with laughter reading the responses and gifs while laying next to him in bed later. He kept shhhh'ing me, like it was my fault he wore a tiny faux denim cutoff Speedo earlier in the evening.

On Saturday morning I woke up bright and early to volunteer at Landon's Middle School Field Day Mixer. I am not really a fan of large groups of children that aren't mine, but it was really fun, even if CRAZY SUPER HOT. Landon met many new 6th graders and I snuck a pic during the very serious Tug O War competition.


I was home at 12, drenched in sweat, and no longer at all interested in attending hot yoga. We cleaned up the house, prepared backpacks and cubbies, and made sure everything was ready for the first day. Landon spent the night at a friend's, I got an afternoon beverage with a friend after we both bonded over our messy children, and we watched Ferdinand with the girls after a super tasty dinner (below). Today I'm making poppyseed bread for the teachers and teaching barre, the kids are performing various tasks I wrote down for them yesterday while cleaning up their rooms, and James is feeling powerful while running a rented Rug Doctor over all our rugs. Really, the perfect back-to-school weekend, tiny patriotic Speedo included.


What's for Dinner: Back to School Edition

Saturday: Salmon Patties (these were amazing!!! I skipped the sauce because I was serving them with-), fried rice (TJ's frozen) with extra carrot and cabbage. We will make the salmon patties again for sure.

Sunday, our big back to school dinner and all 3 kids picked: Gigi's Chili, served with Mac & Cheese "ON THE SIDE," and raw veggies. (James and I like to serve the chili over the mac & cheese; the kids like them in separate bowls; it's okay that they're wrong).

Monday, Cora's choice: Caprese Gnocchi (gnocchi tossed with pesto, small mozzarella balls, and cherry tomatoes), maybe grilled chicken if we're feeling fancy. Maybe just with a trip out for frozen yogurt to celebrate the first day.

Tuesday, Claire's choice: BBQ Quinoa Salad, because, as both her siblings said, OF COURSE (quinoa, bbq shredded chicken, black beans, corn, diced tomato, diced avocado, cheddar cheese, swirl of bbq, optional swirl of ranch).

Wednesday, Landon's choice: Crockpot Meatballs (recipe in this post) in Hawaiian buns with optional thin slice of provolone cheese, orange bell pepper slices, oven tater tots.

Thursday, Dad's choice: Happy Hour at HG Sply, one of our favorite restaurants we never get to hit for happy hour because James is always coaching. Half-price apps and specialty drinks here we come!

Friday, Mom's choice: Pool party with 50-ish friends, all the snacks, and Frosé spinning in the margarita machine.

Gigi's Chili
(A little different, but so, so delicious)

2 lbs. ground beef, cooked with garlic and diced onion
2 cans Tomato Soup
1 lg can red enchilada sauce
1 can diced tomatoes
2 cans Ranch Style Beans
1-2 Tbl chili powder

1. Brown the beef with garlic and onions, drain fat as needed
2. Add the rest of the ingredients to a large pot, bring to boil, then simmer for as long as you have until you eat.

And of course, there will be the traditional loaves of Gigi's Poppyseed Bread with Orange Glaze for the teachers on the first day. I hope everyone has a fabulous week!

Monday, August 12, 2019

Musings Loosely Matched with Pictures

It's Monday night. James is scheduling Fall swim lessons, Maggie is snoring loudly, and all three kids are snoring softly. This is my final week of yoga teacher training- I take my written test tomorrow night, take my practical Wednesday night (teaching the full hour-long sequence for a grade!), and then teach our community class at graduation on Thursday. I can't believe it's nearly over. I will miss the physical intensity and brain-crushing mental intensity of the training so very much.


James will not

I haven't even passed the final exams yet but I spent an hour this evening on a deep dive of liability insurance, LLC formation, Yoga Alliance Registration (200-RYT, that's me!!), and fees for various spaces around Fort Worth to fulfill my dream of offering an inexpensive drop-in community yoga class to bring yoga to more people. I've also spoken with the owner of my barre studio about an Intro to Yoga Workshop and hope to talk to the head of group fitness at TCU Rec Center (where I also teach barre) about their beginner yoga offerings. Through my (200!) hours of training and practicing (HUGE thanks to my mama friends for letting me run hour-long practice classes in their precious free time), I've found that my passion is bringing yoga to people who haven't done it or don't think it's available to them whether because of the price, perceived intensity, fears of not knowing what to do or being overwhelmed, childcare, etc., I want to make it more accessible, to provide a gateway into this beautiful, powerful, peaceful, beneficial practice. Yoga is for every person and every body and I can't wait to offer it more officially to the bodies around me.


Mamas, post-Friday-night-yoga-practice class!

And so, the night before I even take my first test, I find myself searching the Texas Secretary of State website to make sure my yoga LLC name is available.

But, since I'm still quizzing myself on Sanskrit, modifications, and yoga philosophy, let's cut that off and go through some pictures to recap the last week. Also, Maggie doesn't remember eating her dinner and is not amused that you seem to have forgotten to feed her:


Okay, back we go to last Saturday! The kids had just returned from Papa Gigi Camp, Landon and James were at the climbing gym and the girls and I had a movie morning to watch Wish Upon a Star, a movie desperately beloved by my sister and I in our early years. Now available on Amazon Prime and watched by me for the first time since I was 13, I learned that gorgeous and enviable Alexia Wheaton was played by a very young Katherine Heigl, and also the movie isn't quite as amazing as I remembered it to be, though the girls LOVED it and have requested it the next three times they got to watch a movie, so I guess it holds up for the pre-tween set. Maggie was also super into it.


Also sometime this weekend, Cora took up fort building. Long a favored activity by her older siblings, Cora took it to a new level by eliminating the roof (who needs the hassle and how then can we keep track of everything else going on around us?) and adding detailed decor and food options. It's all so extremely Cora and her well-stocked forts have popped up around the house since Sunday.


Speaking of Cora, I was hanging up clothes in my closet last Sunday afternoon, listening to music on my phone, when I guess she picked it up and opened the camera and took 85 selfies. She left the room before I was done so I didn't discover the pictures until the next day while sitting at work. I very much laughed out loud. At least 50 looked just like this:


As James said in bed the other night, after laughing over some other Cora moment, "can you believe we ever almost didn't have her?" I really truly absolutely cannot. She's the joyful glue that pulls us all together and remains, easily, both her sibling's favorite human in the house.

And speaking of favorites, here's my favorite furry child (and sometimes just favorite child generally), helping me cook dinner tonight:


A quick Maggie story: it's been breaking her heart that the temperatures have been far too hot for her to spend any time outside. She sits hopefully by the door and dashes out whenever we crack it open, flopping down on the scalding hot cement or grass, only to be dragged off before she gets heat stroke. She does not appreciate our life-guarding and seeks out car rides and slivers of sunlight wherever she can find them.


This Saturday, during a front-yard potty break, she flat-out refused to be denied her moment(s) in the sun any longer. She plopped down on the exact sunny-side edge of the shade provided by our giant oak tree and would NOT be budged.


Her eyes begged for more time. Her tongue made clear it didn't care if it had permission or not.


And so, because I know she spent years in a cage indoors, I set a timer and sat down on the front porch, already sweating in the shade, keeping watch over my stubborn, sun-worshipping bulldog who just wanted a Saturday snoozle in the sun.


I woke her up after 10 minutes and she was in jolly spirits. She came to give me a hug, and though I had now sweated all the way through my shirt (while sitting! in the shade!), who can resist her joy?


(I cannot.)


Also on Saturday, because it was too hot to be outside, we went to see Dora the Explorer. The kids LOVED it. I thought it was cute and worth the price of the popcorn and beer I watched it with. James, probably because he declined the popcorn and the beer, declared it the worst movie ever created.


Clearly someone needed some popcorn.


On Sunday morning we headed out to a cement-covered water park, because where else would you spend a day that promised to "feel like" 115?


It was Cora's former preschool's summer party and they very graciously reached out to see if she'd like to join one last time and OH DID SHE.


So I donned my sun protective swim gear (leggings and a long-sleeved rashguard! because nothing says fun in the sun like being covered from ankle to wrist) and off we went. James arriving late because he had swim practice and me leaving early to go teach my barre class. I had a great time, I really do love water slides and Cora's joy on any ride of any kind is infectious, but peeling off wet leggings in a yoga studio bathroom to wiggle into dry leggings is a cardiovascular CHALLENGE I was not properly warmed up for.


The kids had a BLAST. I attempted to get a picture of them in the wave pool, but the namesake waves made it very challenging.


We were all cracking up when we finally landed on this one of everyone facing forward.


James and the kids got home at the same time I pulled up from teaching my barre class and we all lazed around the house for a few hours. James fell fast asleep on the couch, I worked on PTA emails and to-do's (somehow I'm on the executive boards for both the girls' elementary school and Landon's middle school; this was not intended, though I do like being involved and believe in supporting our public schools, but whoah, my PTA email folder was bursting at the seams), the big kids read, Cora made an elaborate fort, and Maggie slept, possibly without even realizing we were home.

It's late afternoons like Sunday that are why our life doesn't actually feel that hectic or busy to me. We had adventures, James and I did our workouts/training/teaching, the kids had a great time and played and swam like chlorinated maniacs, and then we had hours- multiple hours- to just be at home. Chill, do our thing, be utterly unbothered or interrupted by one another unless the interruption is wanted. We don't plan these things, but they always find their way into a weekend and it's like the yin to the fun and busy yang. We love and need both.


Maggie inserted herself in this picture Cora took of her stuffed animals dressed for dinner and it *cracks me up*

We finally roused ourselves about 6 to make dinner. It was make-your-own pizza night and I went with fig and prosciutto with Manchego cheese, arugula, and balsamic glaze on top. It was DELICIOUS and, as Landon adorably exclaimed, "Mom! It's like something you'd see on Top Chef!"


His pizza had sauce and pepperonis and no cheese; not quite Top Chef, but he declared it perfect for him.

We played games after dinner. Cora picked her story and the big kids played another round of Uno.


All in all, it was a pretty great, full, fun, but also somehow relaxed weekend. And now on to the week ahead! James is leading a week-long swim camp, I have work and yoga teacher testing, and we all have TWO Meet-the-Teacher Nights for our kids who are back in school a week from today!


(And Maggie does not have a thing, but does hope a car ride will be involved somehow.)