Andrew used to be in my art class. He'd rather be in gym. I taught him when he was in first, second, third, and fourth grade. He has 3 sisters and one brother. Grandpa takes care of them. I bought presents for them one year for Christmas and they were so excited. Not much lovin' at home means lots of attention at school. I dreamed about Andrew last night and he was doing the same thing he was doing in my class - so much potential but up to no good with that crazy look on his face.
I'm thinking about getting my AL teaching certificate. If I decide to teach again it will be an easy transition and I can help all the other Andrews here in my new town.
We tried again to find some nicer shoes for A today. No luck. K wanted to get brown leather that lace up. That LACE UP. Those things will never be laced. We are 0-3 at this point. Tennis shoes again for church tomorrow.
We finally ate breakfast at our own table this morning. I made eggs with cheese, biscuits and yummy coffee. A was in his high chair and it was great to sit with our plates on a table...our own table, together.