School Days, School Days...
So we were all out the door on time. Cecily got to play with some other little kids in the church nursery- we will have no trouble getting her to go to Sunday school, or kindergarten, she's already 'you can go now Mom'... Emmy slept the entire time we were there, thankfully.
I have 10 kids in my class (I thought there were 8... ah well, the more the merrier!). I pulled out my old molecular modeling kit and made a bunch of water molecules and scattered them in front of the door- with a "Caution, wet floor" sign... because Chemistry jokes are the best. And I made them fill out notecards with things like, 'one word to describe how you feel about Chemistry.' "Unenthusiastic" um... "mathematically intimidated" (that kid probably had the math figured out the best...). Since I've never lesson planned before, or lectured before, or taught anything, really, I was pleasantly surprised that what I planned to go over fit the class period perfectly. And I wasn't super nervous. So hooray! I also told them to cherish their new laminated periodic tables. Not sure what they went home and told their parents...
As my mother reminded me, I do know more than they do. hehe. And I have permission to use all of my old HS teacher's material. Mr. Bill is the best. I shall never achieve his level of teaching excellence... or his corny jokes. I've also been reminding myself that Prof. Peter Beak is on my list of top 5 chemistry teachers, and he was probably the most boring lecturer I've had... but he cared about us, and he cared if we understood what he was teaching. Anyway. Hopefully it continues to be fun for me. I'm trying to decide if I need to buy a "I wear this shirt periodically" periodic table shirt. Probably yes.
Little miss I-still-hate-pants was pretty sure she needed to double check my measurements. We were covering wipes boxes with fabric for more pretty toy storage.
Since it cooled off, Bob took the girls on a bike ride in the bike trailer. Emmy seemed to enjoy it... Cecily loves bike rides.
We attempted freezing potatoes on Saturday. Some of them were already getting moldy, so Bob helped me peel and blanch a safeguard bucket full. It was a lot of work- not sure it was worth it. There's still a 5-gallon bucket's worth of potatoes in the basement that I'm not sure if I want to freeze or just try and eat before they go bad.
She doesn't like to be left in her bouncy when we're eating, and Cecily decided she doesn't want to sit in the high chair anymore, sooo... Emmy-girl got to try it out with some blankets to keep her sitting up. She was quite pleased with herself.
Otherwise, we had a quiet weekend. Church today and the ordination service this evening... oh, and I have a cold. But I think I'm getting better.