words of wisdom from the 2nd grade

Friday was our last day of school with the kids. I cannot tell you enough how much I have LOVED this class and was sad to see them go. (Seriously, most other years it's like 'see ya!'...this year I got a little pooly.) They were just so GREAT and sweet and hard working and I could brag on them for hours. But one of my favorite things this year was the hilarious things they would say. Starting with one boy exclaiming the first week of school, "Holy shrimp! That took a lot of trapezoids to cover those hexagons!" (Only gifted and talented child I have ever taught = unending source of amusement. He was smarter than me.  It was great.) I told my kids about a week before school was out that I was pregnant. And, thus, I give you...

Second Graders...on Having a Pregnant Teacher

'Mrs. Minor! Should you be lifting that? You shouldn't be lifting that!!!" All.Day.Everyday.

{overheard} "Mrs. Minor is getting fatter." {me} "Wait, wait, wait, buddy. You never say a woman who's having a baby is fatter. You could say she is looking pregnant." {him} "Mrs. Minor is looking WAY a lot pregnant." Mind you, I barely had a bump at this point. Thanks.

'Who will teach us when you have the babies? {Me: You'll be in 3rd grade.} You should make Mr. Minor take care of them!" To which another little girl, sweetly pointed out that it might not be the best idea to leave Mr. Minor alone with TWO babies. Ha. Also, try as I might, I could not get them to understand that they would be in 3rd grade by the time the babies were born. They seemed to believe that I would somehow have the babies in the 9 days they had left in second grade.

"If it's two boys you should name them Javon and Mike."

"No. You're not allowed to have a popsicle." {me} "Why not?" {2nd grade expert on pregnancy} "Pregnant people can't have sugar. You're teeth will get too bad." Hmmm. I had never heard this before. But, lo and behold, later that SAME day I got a weekly update from a pregnancy site saying that I needed to make sure I was brushing and flossing because pregnancy makes your teeth more susceptible to bacteria, etc. It should be noted that a lot of my students come from very large families and the little girls in my class know A LOT more about this than I do. 

{toughest little boy in my class} "Your babies might cry sometimes. I saw that on Sixteen and Pregnant one time. That babies cry sometimes." Yikes. 

"Are you having boys or girls?" {me} "I don't know but I think at least one is a girl." {her} "But what if you have TWO girls?!?" {me} "I'd be very happy." {her, with disapproving look} "uh uh, Miss Minor. Can you imagine doin' two girls' hair EVERY morning?!? sheesh."  Good point. 

"Mrs. Minor you shouldn't be in this heat. You need to go stand in the shade. Come.On."  Nothing like being bossed around by a second grader. 

 

 

you know how we feel about the red sox, but twins it is

So...apparently, I am not meant to be a blogger and that's ok. But my sweet, talented, and ever-so-helpful sister made my blog look cute. And I have some big news. So we're gonna try this again. 

For Christmas I gave P-dubs the best gift he's ever gotten in his life. Besides my hand in marriage. Ha. Getting this gift could be likened to the year every parent in the country was trying to get Tickle Me Elmo two days before Christmas. Except this chaos was caused by grown men...and shoes. I searched high and low. I called every sports store within a 60 mile radius of Charlotte and within a 100 mile radius of Effingham (my hometown in NH-no I'm not joking). I was determined to find a place to get this boy a pair of gray, patent leather Jordan XIs, size 10.5, when they were released on December 23rd. And I did it.  Or really, one of his awesome basketball friends hooked me up when he got his. But I had the foresight to enlist his help. I'm not sure how a basketball shoe can cause so much ruckus... but I will admit the first time I saw that box and opened them, I felt a little giddy. 

That Michael Jordan is tricky...causing pandemonium
right before Christmas.

Goosebumps. 

Definitely worth all the fuss, right?

P-dubs was thrilled to say the least. I bet there's not a Tickle-Me-Elmo-receiving-kid whose reaction was better.  But even that reaction was not as good as the one I got a few months later when I gave him a little inconspicuous surprise along with his takeout PF Changs.

Little teeny, tiny box...big surprise. 

Eating his dinner. {watching the bo sox}
Teeny, tiny box waiting patiently.
Me...not so patiently.

He asked if he should open the gift right then or eat first. I nonchalantly said, "It doesn't matter...whatever you want." And he started eating. Who does that?!?! One excruciatingly long meal later, he opened the box to find...

...tiny, little Jordans to match his.  He was pumped. He thought they were the coolest thing he's ever seen. He couldn't wait to go put them with the rest of his collection. He...didn't get that it meant he would be having his own little Jordan-wearing tyke in less than a year. And when I disclosed this little tidbit...the boy wanted proof. What? Who jokes about this?!? Especially with overpriced footwear?? When P-dubs was satisfied this was the real deal, a dance that can only be described as a "happy dance" ensued. I sure hope our children get his dancing skills. Watching him is nothing short of pure entertainment. 

But here's the real kicker. Looks like I should have bought two pairs of baby J's 'cause we're cookin' up some TWINS! We are thrilled and excited and scared and happy and thankful and  so many other things. We are praying for a healthy pregnancy and two healthy babies. And we can't WAIT for the adventure to begin!

Our little gummy bears in all their 8 week glory.
They should make their debut somewhere around the end of  October
or beginning of November.