Doug is out watching the Pistons vs. Heat playoff game. Knew someone who ended up with an extra ticket, and I was glad he could go. I do lots of scrapping weekends, dinners with a former coworker, stuff like that - Doug rarely gets an evening out. So Roman and I watched the first few minutes and pretended like we could see Daddy before Roman went off to bed.
This past weekend I co-hosted a baby shower with 2 other friends for Nicole, who is due June 18 with a little boy they are naming Perrin. It was very successful in my opinion, lasting only 2.5 hours with over 30 people in attendance. Roman spent the day with his Papa and Doug at the John Ball Park Zoo in GR. They had just opened a stingray exhibit where people could touch and feed them. Roman was excited about it, until he actually saw them. Then he freaked out, according to Doug, and tried to sit down and crawl away backward. But he ended up just watching them and is still talking about it.
Roman is so smart, by the way, that he can keep all the zoos straight; he calls them "Ball Zoo," "Troit Zoo" and "New Zoo." The New Zoo is the one in Battle Creek. His memory is just amazing. As his birthday is fast approaching, everything he sees he wants on his birthday list. We are only giving him a few little things, as we're going to South Dakota to visit family a couple weeks after his birthday and want to purchase a few "exciting car" items. We also keep explaining that not everything that goes on his birthday list he will receive. Hope it goes okay! He is practicing holding up three fingers to tell people how old he will be.
At work, I and a coworker Lisa decided that we are going to take on a student teacher next year for the first semester. We interviewed him today and he observed both of us in class, and asked to come back to do more. He seems very eager and very definite that teaching is what he wants to do. Lisa noticed a quiet confidence; I noticed an organized and methodical person. So I think he will work out well. I just wish I wasn't on a d$&# cart again next year. I know I have no choice; and I could have a half-size room off in D wing if I requested it; it's just frustrating to go from room to room and not be able to keep supplies somewhere. The half-size room full of 8th grade stinky bodies isn't appealing.
This past weekend I co-hosted a baby shower with 2 other friends for Nicole, who is due June 18 with a little boy they are naming Perrin. It was very successful in my opinion, lasting only 2.5 hours with over 30 people in attendance. Roman spent the day with his Papa and Doug at the John Ball Park Zoo in GR. They had just opened a stingray exhibit where people could touch and feed them. Roman was excited about it, until he actually saw them. Then he freaked out, according to Doug, and tried to sit down and crawl away backward. But he ended up just watching them and is still talking about it.
Roman is so smart, by the way, that he can keep all the zoos straight; he calls them "Ball Zoo," "Troit Zoo" and "New Zoo." The New Zoo is the one in Battle Creek. His memory is just amazing. As his birthday is fast approaching, everything he sees he wants on his birthday list. We are only giving him a few little things, as we're going to South Dakota to visit family a couple weeks after his birthday and want to purchase a few "exciting car" items. We also keep explaining that not everything that goes on his birthday list he will receive. Hope it goes okay! He is practicing holding up three fingers to tell people how old he will be.
At work, I and a coworker Lisa decided that we are going to take on a student teacher next year for the first semester. We interviewed him today and he observed both of us in class, and asked to come back to do more. He seems very eager and very definite that teaching is what he wants to do. Lisa noticed a quiet confidence; I noticed an organized and methodical person. So I think he will work out well. I just wish I wasn't on a d$&# cart again next year. I know I have no choice; and I could have a half-size room off in D wing if I requested it; it's just frustrating to go from room to room and not be able to keep supplies somewhere. The half-size room full of 8th grade stinky bodies isn't appealing.
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