The Dirty Diaper

Today, Mark decided that his dirty diaper was his new favorite toy. After a diaper change, he swooped it up and “sprinted” across the room with it before we even realized what he was holding. Slightly mortified, we asked Mark...

Fear

Throughout the last year, Matt and I have created several traditions to honor the memory of Isabelle. These traditions have been a source of comfort and are reminders that she will always be a part of our family. Among the...

Remember Your Stuff

Two of my students missed the wresting bus to their match this afternoon.  One of them immediately had a list of excuses: They didn’t do an announcement to remind us.  They didn’t call your room when we weren’t on the...