It's been entirely too long since I've posted to
les blog. I worked, and then I finished working, and now I've received one paycheck of what I hope will be a series. I haven't heard yet whether or not I'll receive fewer teachers this year than last, and if I will (*fingers crossed*) lose some of the teachers I find harder to work with. I hope to have no newbies this year.
I've started walking/running again courtesy of a ridiculously embarassing soreness episode following a sprint to the potty at the park one day. No one should be sore after a 100-or-so-yard dash to the potty.
No one. Well, maybe if you're 76 and have had a knee replacement or two, but otherwise, no excuse for that. So back to the most addictive sport known to man - The Run. Day One was pathetic, but since I seem to thrive on sharing embarassing tidbits with those I love...here it goes. I think it took me about 18 or 19 minutes to go one mile. That does include some jogging, too. I kid you not. In my own defense, I do have a hilly neighborhood, but if I was on trial for out-of-shape-ness, I'd still be found guilty. So now it's Day Twelve and I'm down to 14 minutes for the same neighborhood trek. The scale has rewarded me with a few pounds gone and my size 8 shorts aren't pornographically clingy anymore either.

I think I make this statement every time I post, but my Kristen is getting
so big! She's now five months & nine days, just under fifteen pounds and has graduated from the infant carrier courtesy of her new 26" length. I bought a nifty new car seat for her and got the straps appropriately adjusted this afternoon. Owen then dragged her around the kitchen chanting, "Choo Choooo!"
Herb's back to work and classes officially start Monday. I'm so glad he won't be teaching nights this semester and he seems to be ready to start the new year. I think it really helped him a lot to take a couple of weeks totally off this summer - not working at all. He played with pet projects and with us.
We've taken in two dogs who were scheduled to be euthanized in the morning. One will go to her foster family after being spayed Monday morning but the other, a super-cute Australian Shepherd will be living with us through the end of September at least (y'all know we have soft spots for a) dogs about to be murdered and b) Australian Shepherds). What are we going to name him? First we thought we'd name him Newboy, because he's the new boy, but that's, well, sort of lame. Then we thought of naming him Thibodeaux, to go with Boudreau, but I felt like then that leaves Denver out of it, and that bothers me. So we're back to no name. If you have a good suggestion, let me know.
Owen is amazing. He's moving beyond toddler to little boy now and is kind, thoughtful, funny, well-mannered and smart. He begins school on Monday, Sept. 11 and will go twice a week. I took him to his classroom the other day to show him around and he seemed very comfortable and happy. As the classroom gets set up, I think it'll get even better. The director was very nice and we got to meet one of his classmates whose family happened by to fill out paperwork while we were there. I plan to bring him a couple more times between now and then to help him adjust.
Nothing else to report for now, and I'm tired so I'm off to bed. I do intend to be more regular with postings, but no promises.