A little Thanksgivng Scrapbook of my kids' daycare

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Mad Science

Nolan had a Mad Science birthday party which is amazing, if you aren't familiar. So much fun!(http://www.madscience.com/)

We got to explode stuff, play with dry ice, and make slime; a five year old's dream!

I got a new overhead this week. Amazing what a difference it makes. The old one melted inside. It was there when I started in 1996 so who knows how old it was. I kept the melted part with which to make an art installation. The most unbelievable part - by far - was that fact that it only took 3 phone calls! I am definitely kissing the correct butts!

There is student teacher who joins our little lunch group. We have begun making a list of things she should know to be successful at our work site:

1) horde supplies
2) it if has no one's name on it, take it
3) if you get a good overhead, never let it go

Happy Thanksgiving to all! I am so thankful for my friends, my sublime husband, and all the blessings in my life. I think I must have done something very good in my past life.

All Jumped Out

MaryJane loves this Jumperoo. A Jumperoo is an item a new parent cannot live without. It is a little pricey and is used in a baby's life for 9 months at the most. But, if you have no Jumperoo - or the old stand by The Johnnie Jump Up -I pity you. Here MJ has jumped until she can jump no more.

Eelction in the Eyes of a Five Year Old and other Points to Ponder

My five year old wanted to understand why it was so amazing that Barackobamo (as he calls him) was elected president. This was tricky to explain. After we carefully tried to explain he would be the first black president, he was still confused. He looked on TV which happened to be showing a split screen ofboth cadidates. "They are both black," he said. My husband and I exchanged confused looks. "What?" we asked him. "They are both wearing black outfits." They were.

MaryJane can wave and say, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii," when you walk in room. Nothing better. Right up there a dog welcoming you home from vacation or getting Starbucks from a kid for no reason.


Everyone in my house got the flu last week. We fell like dominoes. I feel like I was hit by a truck, driving through my house, fully loaded with dirty laundry, during a huricane. We are still trying to recover. I may never be caught up on laundry again. But my duaghter can say hi.