morsel for the day...

Memory is not just the imprint of the past upon us; it is the keeper of what is meaningful for our deepest hopes and fears.
Rollo May

boring

I have a little girl who tells me everyday "Kate, nap is boring." She has a squeaky little voice and that cute nearly 3 years old way of pronouncing things. boring sounds more like "bow-ing" and she really holds out the "o" sound. That's how I'm feeling lately. "BOOOH-WING" and I love it. I am not traveling to Cortland once a week, I get up early each day and walk around my beautiful 'hood. I have long, arduous albeit fun days with my class that fill me with joy and leave me with exhaustion. I get in bed by 9pm, read a book of my choosing until I fall asleep, wake up and do it all over again.

i love it but there's not much to blog about.

Coco-pops? The new tastiness from Wegmans...with some pb ontop is my new love. My bff has a new house. Patrick Swayze died and I spent all day weeping on and off. It's going to break my heart to watch Dirty Dancing again...

kmc lives a pretty boring life right now. i kind of love it. but i might have to get into some mischief soon...

big weekend

It's been a treacherous week: draining thanks to those cute faces that I adore and come back for more and more love, smiles, kisses, tears, snotty noses, butts to wipe, voices singing, hugs, giggles, squeals, babies falling asleep in my arms...

this weekend? the payoff...
Friday: to BFF's new house - duh.

Saturday: Baltimore with Corky to wander around our old neighborhood, Hampden. Then a trip over my old Patterson Perk stomping grounds and then...dundundun to see Michael Franti!!!

Sunday: A possible stop back in Baltimore for breakfast and then up to see my sissy poo and Spero for an afternoon and evening full of love and christopher's pizza and subs. :)

Monday: home. relax. (maybe some ironing, i've been too tired this week to iron and have had a more limited wardrobe)


I can't waaaaiiiittt!!!

A photo of Adrian and I circa 2001 at our grandma's house... she's so proud...

a quick note for now

Soon I will sit down and write out a bang-up blog about the fabulousness of having 14 three year olds a day in my life. I will tell you how cute they are, how sweet, how smart, how I love love love the little hugs and smiles and how even when they're crying for Mama my heart melts. But those little buggers are EXHAUSTING their darling teacher. And I have FANTASY FOOTBALL RESEARCH to do! ...if only I could figure out a way for the children to help me with that...

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this was a really emotionally/spiritually trying week.

i cannot wait for my new babies to show up on Monday!!

best part of my week: an old student came by and when she saw me ran, arms open, to hug me around the waist.

the children: the best part of my job.

first day back...

My big accomplishment for my first day back was getting this put together:




my head was about to explode, i hope they have the same reaction!!! i love my job. we start meeting the new students tomorrow for interviews!! can't wait...

phishing and phobias

Last night we saw Phish for the first time in 9 years. It was a fabulous show. With fabulous friends. Their first song was "Sample in a Jar" -- it took me right back to Capital University. I wore my cute new sundress for the occasion, though you can't see it in this photo.


Nick and I spent the night in Batavia (i heart hampton inns) and then drove down to Watkins Glen today, hiking the 3 mile trail. Down next to the gorge and up on what is known as Indian trail. (we finally used the timer on a hike!)

I did three things that scared me today: (1)walked through a "spiral tunnel" (claustrophobia, what?)

***these were the views on the other side!!***




(2)Raced Nick up a very steep flight of stairs known as couch's staircase (as in you need a couch after you run up them)

***it felt so good at the top***


and (3)walked over a "suspension bridge"

***again, totally worth the views***



Our way home was a route suggested (and about blogged) by Karli. It was gorgeous. On the outside and inside.




I thought to myself, thanks HP for Karlton...and reflected at how she was part of this beautiful trip without even being there. Which made me reflect on how amazingly blessed I am to have a group of people in my life that are such a part of my being.

....thanks friends, i love you...