Halloween Picture. 5 days late:
If you can't tell what they are, go to this post. It explains their costumes rather well, especially the cute story of #3 and why he wouldn't wear his costume. Looking at this picture you can tell how the day turned out --he wore he costume! It's amazing what candy bribing can do...
I have 17 piano students now.
I'm not sure how I let myself get to this point, but I did. Three of my students come during the day or in the evening, so this helps. I also have sitters who watch my kids while I teach; most of these sitters are students of mine --they do it in exchange for their lesson. It works well this way! I love exchanges. My neighbor (the hair color genius) does my hair in exchange for her son's lesson. Oh, yes, I love this very much.
Do you constantly question your mothering? Do you wonder if your kids are going to turn out okay, and do you every find yourself wishing you could start over?
Yeah, me, too.
That's all I have to say about that.
I've been wanting to have a Happy Meets Crazy bloggersnacker for a while now, but nobody seems that interested. Most people say "yeah, if I lived in your State" and others say "well, not if I have to drive more than 20 minutes" and still others have said...well...nothing.
So, I need you to be honest with me, dear reader-who-lives-in-Utah-or-comes-here-often: Is it me?
Yeah, I'm nothing if I'm not crazily insecure.
Please answer and answer truthfully, because I would like to have a Snacker over Thanksgiving Break. We're staying here, and so there will be some time for meeting the readers/bloggers I've come to love. Ooh! And you can meet me! Wouldn't that just make your day?
Yeah, I'm nothing if I don't waffle between vain pride and crazy insecurity.
So, what say you? Do you want to have a blogger get-together over Thanksgiving? Will you be around? Would you attend? Which day would you prefer? Would you rather just not do it? There are no right or wrong answers here, dear reader. If you honestly have no desire to meet me or any other blogger, you are welcome to express yourself thusly. Is thusly a word? No? Well, you know what I mean. Just be honest, tell me what you think, and then we'll move on from there. But if I'm met with silence, I may just have to cry a bit and stop blogging for a while.
Yeah, I'm nothing if I don't lay it all out there.