The Broccolisaurus

Don’t worry.  He’s a very friendly Broccolisaurus.


Messy, but friendly.

Have a lovely Wednesday.


Rainy Days

It’s been raining in Memphis for like, oh, I don’t know, 30 days and nights.  I’ve caught Tater Daddy googling “building an ark” several times and checking his inventory of power tools over the last couple of days.  I figured I may as well write one more post before the flood waters start to rise.

Tater Tot has thoroughly enjoyed the rain, not so much for the rain’s sake, but because it’s given him a chance to wear his new raincoat and use his umbrella.  There are matching rain boots, too, but he wasn’t wearing them when these pictures were taken.


He was very interested in checking out the water running through the drain in the school parking lot.


It doesn’t take a lot to entertain a 3-year-old boy.  That’s going to work in our favor when there isn’t enough space in the ark for all of his toys.

I hope your days are sunny.

What’s So Funny?

Someone is laughing up a storm these days!


Happy Friday, y’all!

Duck Sleeps Over

When I first met my current principal, she was one of the assistant principals at the last school where we both worked.  It only took about 12 minutes of working with her to know that if she ever became a principal, I wanted to transfer to her school.  Fortunately for me, a year after she took over the reins at our current school, she had a position open and hired me.  It’s a move I’ve never regretted.

One of the things we have in common is a love of children’s books.  Every so often we’d tell each other about a great new book one of us had just bought.  It was common for her to stop me (or any other teacher) and say, “Hey, I just remembered that I’ve got a great book that might tie in with (multiplication or synonyms or whatever).  If you think you might want to read it to your class, just let me know and I’d love for you to borrow it.”

Even now, as a principal, two walls in her office are lined with bookcases full of nothing but children’s books.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  Along with all those wonderful books, she has many of the stuffed animal characters.  Her office is perhaps the most kid-friendly principal’s office I could ever imagine.  Tater Tot loves it.  He wants to go see her every morning because every time we pop in to say hello, she lets him get all the stuffed animals off her shelves and play with them.  She has characters from some of his favorite books.  In his words, “She is nice and coo-wul, and I wuv her.”  He ought to.  She’s good to him.

A couple of weeks ago, we stopped by her office one afternoon, and Tater Tot became particularly interested in the stuffed duck from the wildly popular books, Duck Rides a Bike and Duck for President.  He hugged the duck, held the duck, and kissed the duck.  Then he professed his love for the duck and said something about wanting the duck to go with him.

I immediately started in with all of the reasons why Duck couldn’t go home with us when the principal swooped in and said that she thought it would be fine for Duck to spend the night with Tater Tot.  (I could just see the four dogs tearing Duck to pieces, but what was I going to do?)  We promised to take good care of Duck and bring him back safely the next morning.

I’ll have you know that Tater Tot watched over Duck like nobody’s business.  Duck rode in the front seat all the way home, and Tater Tot made sure I buckled him in.  At home, when he wasn’t holding him, we made sure that Duck was out of the dogs’ reach.  And when it was time for bed, Duck was in on storytime.

Duck hears a story

Of course, Tater Tot had to check and make sure Duck understood what the story was about.

B talks to Duck

After storytime, Tater Tot and Duck snuggled in for a good night’s sleep.

We took Duck back to our principal the next morning and Tater Tot thanked her for letting him come home with us for the night.  The two of them walked off for about half a minute, and the next thing I knew, we had instructions to stop by after school and pick up the next house guest:  Horton, the Elephant.

We may have to get a bigger bed for Tater Tot’s room.

So, I’ve Been Gone For a While

Well, now that the Space Station repairs have finally been made and everyone at NASA has been briefed, I can  take a break from  my part-time job as an astronaut and get back to the really important things in life, such as the old blog here.

Oh, wait.  I’m not an astronaut.  My fear of flying kept me out of the space program.  Well, that and the fact that you’d never catch me in one of those big white suits.  There’s no way to look slim in one of those things.  And seriously, how in the world would I ever drink my diet coke with that helmet and visor thing in the way?

Any-ol-hoo.  It’s been quite a while since I’ve wandered around on the blog.  One minute I was hanging out on the sofa, mindlessly snacking away on Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and sipping diet coke by the gallon, and the next minute I found myself back in the — oh, I can barely bring myself to say it — working world.

That’s right.  I’m back in the classroom.  Teaching 5th grade, of all things.  Wait, it gets better.  I teach Language Arts to my homeroom, but then we switch for everything else.  Guess what I’m teaching to three classes?

Go ahead.  Take a shot.


It’s still a shock to me, too.  I’m working for my former principal who has known me for a sweet forever, and when she called and offered me this job I actually said, “Are you sure you want me to teach Science?  I mean, you do remember who you’re talking to, right?”  Strangely enough, she still wanted me to take the job.

So far we’ve been in school for four weeks.  When I decided to accept the position, I looked at Tater Daddy and said, “How hard can it be?  Millions of women work and have families.  I really feel like I’m ready to go back to work.”

Silly, silly Tater Mama.  How I overestimated my ability to adapt to life without sleep.

Tater Tot goes to school with me and is in the 3-year-old preschool class, which he is enjoying very much.  Last week he informed me that he held Carly’s hand and that he would like to go back to school again.  Love may be in the air.

Don’t worry one bit about Small Fry, as he is in very capable hands.  Or should I say paws.  Pearl was just delighted to step up and take over as the nanny.  Oh, okay.  I’m kidding.  She’s simply assisting with the child care, but we like to let her think she’s in charge.

All in all, I’d have to say that our lives are in a constant state of chaos.  The house hasn’t been clean in a month.  I’m never caught up on laundry.  I couldn’t tell you the last time I slept more than six hours straight, which would be a luxury.  My classroom is a wreck at the end of every day, and I’m never ahead on lesson plans.  We’re supposed to have grades entered into the computer every week by Tuesday, and I have yet to get them all in there.  Granted, the program is new to me and I haven’t been trained on it, but still… I am NOT used to being this behind.  As Erma Bombeck once wrote, “I’m so far behind I think I’m first.”  (I loves me some Erma.)

I’m learning that it’s normal to feel this way when you take on a little more than you bargained for.

I’m also learning not to start sentences with, “How hard can it be?”

Because if you ask a stupid question…