I suppose it's time

to update.

I've gone back to work, somewhat. I'm on the supply list for this district now, and have gone around to some schools so pimp myself a bit. It's really frustrating, because I do my whole shpeel, Hi, I'm S, I'm not a new teacher but I am new to the district, blah blah blah, experience at all levels, able to teach French, blah blah blah. They don't care. I got a half day booked at one school for last week, and ended up getting another day there after having successfully completed the half day test. I also was invited to do 2 1-hour drama / theatre sessions for elementary classes, for free, which I hesitated on for the free part (since I'll have to pay for the babe to be taken care of regardless of my not getting paid) and for the fact that all my drama experience is at the high school level. But then, despite the principal's assurances that my declining this offer would not affect my future supplying chances, I decided it would be best to accept and hopefully get supply days on the same days at that same school. Turns out the sessions are for kindergarten to grade 2, so I'll be pretty limited as to what I can do, but should be able to have some fun.

I had my first extended time away from the babe, which was 8 hours, which was plenty. I wasn't really thinking about it, but I got a little sad as I was leaving. It seems silly, but imagine you've spent every day of over a year with someone who you love more than you'd ever conceive possible to love someone, never away for more than a few hours to catch a movie or some dinner, and then you have to spend the whole day without so much as a glimpse. It's strange. I made it fine, although I did call at lunch to see how everybody was making out. The babe seems to get along with everybody, he gives lots of hugs and kisses to the other babies, which is pretty funny. He actually bit one of the babies, I guess because she was crying and wouldn't stop, and the kisses weren't working. Everyone came out ok, but the little girl did have a perfect set of teeth marks on her cheek. Poor thing.

This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, we went to the park on Saturday with a friend of mine and a friend of the babe's, and the 2 boys seemed to have a good time. They both had colds, which is pretty gross, and I now understand why small children regularly have snotty noses. They're like magical little booger factories. And they mostly hate having their noses cleaned. So sometimes, it's just easier on everyone to leave it for a bit. They really don't seem to care, even though it's disgusting. Then, every half hour or so, you just can't stand it anymore, and you tackle the little beasts. That's your lesson in baby nose hygiene.

Plans for the week are to bring a bunch of garbage to the dump, pick up some shingles for the shed, which now resides in the driveway rather than on the top of a hill that made it basically inaccessible, and maybe going to the baby movie tomorrow if I don't get called to work. Good times. I keep saying I'm going to paint the mural in the babe's room, but now his playpen is at his sitter's house, so it's really going to be tricky for me to do, since he has to nap in his room, and it's hard to paint with a baby running around trying to eat paints and throw himself down the stairs.