Went up to band camp today, with my last job. Man, I love those kids. Top to bottom, they are great young people. The "worst" kid in that band is still a good-natured, easy-going child. I'll take those kids anywhere, anytime, anyplace. It was a good day. I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed by the course of the school year; it's a lot of work. My Tuesdays and Thursdays, in particular, start with 7AM rehearsals at school, then the school day, then marching band after school, then chorus rehearsals at night, and I'm home at 10:15-ish. That's a LONG day.
Still, it could be worse.
The following words came out of our mouths on Saturday: "Boy, please don't chew on the toilet."
On Friday, he crawled into the kitchen, stood up using our dairy dish cabinet and pulled the box of chocolate granola bars off of the table. He went into the box, pulled a bar out and crawled into the living room. The Boy then proceeded to begin chewing on the wrapper, trying to get at the soft, sweet insides. Smart boy.
Today, when I got home from teaching, he crawled right up to the baby gate to meet me. It felt so good, that he was so excited to see me. We played a little bit of chase game, and a little bit of rough-housing, and some "tackle Daddy" games. He's cute and getting more fun on a daily basis. It's nice that he's really trying to play WITH, instead of just play.
I'm tired. Good night.