Thursday, December 31, 2009
Watch out, I'm pretty proud of myself.
I've been crafting it up during my holiday break: scarf after scarf after scarf.
Dra asked me to make her a beanie.
I think it's adorable, and I probably should have looked for a tutorial, but I'm beaming with satisfaction for figuring a pattern out on my own.
What do you think?
All of the nephews are over at my parents'.
Here's Ezra playing with my mom's Christmas present. He loves wearing the apron; he and my mom made us sugar cookies with sprinkles with the cookie press I gave my mom for Christmas.
Earlier this morning, after I had showered and readied myself, I ran downstairs to continue playing and Ezra stopped mid train crash, "Hey! You look pretty good. I mean your hair."
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
My contribution to pot-luck breakfast?
Note to self: For next time, remember that mom said to only use 24 of the 30 Rhodes rolls.
Oops. Didn't realize it'd make such a difference.
Final Product was delicious and eaten by the boys immediately.
- 1 package Rhode's frozen dinner rolls dough
- 1 small package of cook and serve butterscotch pudding
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 1/2 cup chopped pecans
- 1 cube butter
- Rose Payne
I drew Janey's name.
I presented her with a hat with flaps, a pretty long scarf, and peppermint and black licorice candy. I made two out of three of those gifts.
Karen had me!
She gave me a new door knob that I can lock from the outside, ear plugs, a little lint roller, bath salts, a chocolate orange, and candy in my stocking. I jumped off the couch and smothered Karen in a huge hug. She knows me so well.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Today a student called out to me from across the room, "Ms. Bateman!?"
It's because I had them raising two fingers, then down to one finger, and I warned/laughed, "An appropriate finger."
I am funny.
In another class, a girl was up at the board showing us how to find the median of a list of numbers, and the kids were calling out helping her put them in order from least to greatest. One boy called out, "Seven!" but there was no seven, so he looked at his neighbor sideways, drug it out into, "Seven ... teen ... is the last number ... in the list," and it was. It made me laugh so hard because it was so secret, and only he, me, and one other student noticed. I had my hand covering my mouth, trying to be respectful of the girl who was at the board, but my eyes were shiny with tears.
"What a funny guy." (That's from the end of Home Alone.)
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Today in church, I was playing prelude on the organ, and a guy came walking up to talk to me. I found a stopping point, and he asked if he could play with me. I had a second of panic thinking he wanted to sit next to me and have a little duet. He pointed over to the piano, and I understood. I shrugged and agreed to it. We started with Angels We Have Heard on High. I played straight from the hymn book, and he jazzed the hymn up very nicely. We finished on Silent Night. I loved it, and I hope the congregation enjoyed it. It reminded me of my piano days where we had to do a duet during our summer recitals.
My roommates brought home a delicious smelling Christmas tree last night. This morning, roommate Karen was working around the tree, I was in my room getting ready for church, and then I heard her yelp. I came out to help, and she was searching for the huge bug that had flown out of the tree and landed on her neck. We couldn't find it. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs and came face to face with the bug we had searched for. It looked like a box elder bug on steroids. I ran upstairs screaming that I had found the bug. I dropped off my bag and mustered the courage to say I was going to stomp it, but then it was in a corner, and I got scared it would be elusive. Janey went to get a boy from downstairs, but I coaxed it on to a poster and screamed as I carried it outside. Ammon came out right as I stomped on the monster, then he teased me for killing it and for screaming so much. Whatever, I was proud of myself for taking care of the situation. It really pumped me up for the drive to church.