March

March has been delightfully boring so far which is nice for my stress level but not so great for blogging.  Kids' basketball is done and we have a bit of a hiatus before baseball starts.  Reina still has dance but that's just once a week.  The kids will be starting swimming lessons but not until next month.  So we have a relatively open schedule at least for a few weeks and I think we all need it. 

I volunteer in Reina's classroom for a few minutes every Tuesday and it sure is fun to hang out (with what feels like) 500 kindergartners.  I'm only there about 40 minutes but man does it feel a lot longer than that.  Last week, the room was all abuzz because apparently a rat had been spotted in the girls' bathroom.  During my time there, the story blossomed from just a rat to a giant centipede to something with fur but it definitely sucks people's blood.  So yes, apparently there was a vampiric multi-legged, furry creature prowling the girls' bathroom.  The teacher told me that it was probably just a little piece of lint.  My office is super boring in comparison.  This week, the only breaking news was that Mrs. Pauley was wearing really big boots.  

Will's having a pretty good semester in his class.  Last month he came with a note that he needed to write a paper about the giant ground sloth.  He was enthusiastic about it and I thought it would be pretty fun to help him research the animal.  Turns out the giant ground sloth went extinct about 8,000 years ago so finding photos, information about habitat, predators, diet, or even what the dang things looked like was a wee bit difficult.  But thanks to the internet and inter-library loan, we know now more about the giant ground sloth than you do.  And when Will becomes a paleobotanist or whatever, we can all thank the giant ground sloth. 

I have no cute anecdotes to share about Tootsie and Trigger.  We are in that portion of  the winter where it's usually too cold to get them outside for enough exercise to tire them out so we settle for short walks here and there that just seem to make them more rowdy when they are back inside.  Trigger did puncture a can of rootbeer and drink most of the delicious frothiness, an event that I didn't witness but found the evidence when I got back from church.  So there's that.

Glenn and I are doing well.  We are a little tired of cold and snow but if we say that too loudly, the weather will turn and we'll be in a drought again.  So shhhhhhhhhh, 'til next time.