1. I HAVE LETTUCE!
It sprouted on Wednesday. But only three of the eight seeds I planted sprouted. I am justly chastened for buying seeds in a paper packet from an outdoor rack. On the other hand, it's still pretty hot here. Maybe I should bring it inside. I wish I had a window sill to put them on.
It's Parris Island Cos Romaine, and if it grows well, I'll have a head or two of lettuce every week from November through April.
2. GeekBaby had his first CCE class on Wednesday. His poor teacher had no books, no classroom supplies, no coteacher, and wasn't allowed to let the kids touch any of the materials in the room. Four year olds, not allowed to touch anything in a Pre-K classroom full of unfamiliar toys? Someone did not think this out.
In fact, I have the strong impression that almost nothing in our CCE program has been well thought out. Oh well.
3. My first class teaching fifth graders was terrible. But I'm stuck with fifth graders because they've moved all the high school catechesis to Sunday evening, right smack in the middle of dinner time. They have their reasons, and I'll admit (reluctantly) that they're decent ones, but wow, does it end up punishing those with a family life.
4. I have successfully posted a full week (M/W/F) at Om Nom Nom. I was a little late this morning, but it was up before nine, which is more than I can say for these.
5. Speaking of food, my child loves to cook, loves vegetables, is a brilliant eater… and is as stubborn as a pig. Last night, we had baked potato soup and cheddar puffs. He helped me cook every bit of that meal. He fetched ingredients. He stirred the bacon while it browned and I was dicing things. He helped put the cubed potato into the soup. He either participated or watched every moment of the process.
And when I served up the bowls of soup, he refused to eat it.
Oh, he ate more than the last time I made this (he refused to touch the soup at all that night). He had a couple spoons of the broth. He ate two of the cheddar puffs (he loves those and would fill up on them completely if i let him). But he refused to eat the soup. And so I told him he could either eat five bites of soup now, or the entire bowl tomorrow morning for breakfast, but he got nothing else till he ate that blasted soup he was so excited to make.
This morning, he had a meltdown because I refused to make him a caesar salad to eat alongside his soup! Argh!
He did, eventually, eat and enjoy the soup. I'm not sure why it's such a battlezone though.
He can have a caesar salad for lunch.
6. Who do I complain to about getting grocery circulars in the mail? Last week we didn't get any, and this week we've gotten last week's instead of this week. …I can't live like this.
7. Please, pray for me and the health of my eyes. GeekBaby headbutted me in the left eye this morning, and he really got me good. I know that impacts like that can cause incidents of the wet macular degeneration I had three years ago, and i really don't want to need another uninsured series of avastin injections at $300+ a shot.
For more quick takes, visit Jen @ Conversion Diary. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm. I'm unusually tired this morning.