My last day to teach is Wednesday. And then little October Baby has me taking a break from the working world for the foreseeable future. I haven't felt a twinge of emotion about my four years of LMU ending until today.
The end of the semester marks the time when my students come in and recite poetry.
This delights me so much I can hardly talk about it. They come in like little poems themselves, tense and nervous, wiping sweaty palms on pant legs. They start in on their fourteen-liners and stutter and falter through the first couple stanzas until they can see the end at which point they start going a little faster and fall more easily into the cadence of the poem. Then they finish. And they smile. And off they go feeling proud. I feel like I've given them something. Something very real.
I will however NOT be feeling nostalgic on Wednesday when I'm grading. Grading is miserable. Period.
We've been busy bees as of late. I've been mostly coming out of pregnancy nausea but dealing with lots of end of semester details which leaves me dead tired. So Jacob is still doing all the housework, and we're watching too much Diego and Super Why.
We traveled to Texas the weekend before last for my little brother's biggest of big days. The wedding was everything that is lovely.
I watched my brother marry the most beautiful of brides under a giant oak tree, and I couldn't have been happier. Commence photo dumb:
|He's 6'5" and she's obviously no shortie. They make SUCH a striking couple.|
|Be jealous that your nieces won't get that hair.|
|My little sister reading like a boss.|
|My almost 93 year old grandmother cutting a rug with my father.|
In other and also very good news. My little man has FINALLY become a hugger which has been perhaps my favorite milestone yet.
Now to wrap up, I could tell you how a piece of firewood fell over on Jake's foot yesterday and ROYALLY mangled his poor little toddler toe. Or I could tell you how he had a major blow out at my non-parent-friend's dinner party the other night with nary a diaper in sight. OR I could give a slew of other stories that would immortalize my recent less-than-impressive-parenting, and they would all be so at home on this blog.
But I won't.
Instead I'll tell you to sit tight and pray that I update you tomorrow because guess where I'll be tonight?
I will be at the premier of this show at the Chinese Theater and sitting next to Michael Cera.
(Fine. That last part is a lie, but the rest is true. True. TRUE! Don't hate me too much, Bluth fans.)