Traffic is stupid at 3pm

How do I know that traffic is stupid at 3 pm? I was driving in my car (but Carri, shouldn't you be working?) I know, but I was driving in my car. Driving rather quickly. I speeding/swearving/honking my way up 315 in an effort to make it home and back to work in 20 min.

For months now I've been thinking, I really should put some extra clothes in my car. In the past I have been "splashed" with bodily fluids. But yesterday I was fully baptized into the club of educators.

You see, as I was changing a rather sleepy and hungry toddler we had a bonding moment. Just as I took the diaper off and asked if he wanted to sit on the potty I noticed something. My right leg was feeling rather warm. I look down and follow the huge stream of urine flowing to my leg. With a quick shout and turning his toddler body I was able to miss most of it. But the giant wet patch on my leg had to be rectified.

And that is why I was speeding home at 3pm. Nothing felt better than getting out of those pants.

Potty Talk

Yesterday as Ana was going to the bathroom before nap we had rather an interesting conversation.

Ana: I'm gonna stand up.

Me: What?

Ana: I'm gonna stand up and go potty.

Me: No, I need you to sit down and go potty.

Ana: Why?

And here in lies the trouble of striving to be a great educator...I refrained from saying, cause I said so. Even though that would have been so much easier. I strive for avoiding this phrase because I honestly believe that the children learn more from the discussions that follow the endless string of Whys?

That being said, I will not continually walk down that perilous path of answering every why question, because if I did I would lose my voice. (can't wait till this phase is over) But I often indulge for a few moments. So here is how I answered sweet little Ana...

Me: Girls pee sitting down.

Ana: Why?

Me: Daddy's pee standing up, but girls need to sit down to pee Really really hoping this covers it

Ana: Why?

Me: Well, what do Daddy's have

Ana's face lights up as she exclaims: Daddy's have Enis!

Me: That's right, Daddy's have penises and thats why they can pee standing up. What do you have?

Ana very seriously: I have gina.

Me: That's right you have a vagina just like mommy and thats why you have to sit down to go potty.

And that right there is why I love my job. While sharing this fun tidbit with some friends last night, one challenged me. Apparently there are techniques and body positions that with training allow a woman to stand up as she pees. They think I need to begin incorporating this into my curriculum. Ha, I don't need any more body fluids covering the bathroom floor- no thank you!

I forgot

Just what it's like coming back to a room of toddlers who haven't been to school in 5 days. Oh and our schedule changed. Oh and we had a sub. The worst sub ever. She just stands there, repeating everything I say and I sweep through the room wiping noses, breaking up fights and comforting the crying children- yes I am that super hero.

I was greated yesterday morning by over half my class in tears and the day didn't get much better after that. Of course, in the middle of all that snot there were some funny moments...

During a doctor play idea (fully clothed of course) one friend was using the lil thingy that the doctor hits your knee with. Well apparantly she was using this tool to "fix" her friend. Except her friend didn't want to be "fixed" (ie: hit multiple times) with the hammer like object. When the child wasn't listening to her yelling no! She pulled her hair. All out girl fight in the Koala Room. My favorite though is the way this one reacts to having her hair pulled- "NO, that's Mine! Give me back my hair!" Then works really hard to collect each piece of hair that came out of her head.

Another creepy crawly made its appearance in the classroom. As Sally was getting up from nap, we were putting her blankets away. As she stood up, I noticed something on her cot. This is when I began praying "don't turn around, don't turn around." Luckily someone else distracted her and she walked away without ever seeing what was laying on her cot. Somehow, she spent her entire nap cuddled up with a big, brown, crumpled, spider. Thank God it was dead! But how did it get there. It was not there prenap so either

a) during the quiet, calm of naptime a suicidal spider crawls out, sees the cozy green blanket. Climbs inside and hunkers down for its own nap. Then in the course of this, somehow ends up crumpled and dead. Hmmm. or

b) it arrived to us already crumpled and dead either in someone's shoe, shirt or blankets from home and somehow we didn't notice till after nap.

Seriously it was lying in the middle of her cot. Seriously I did not freak out (yay me!) Parents and I had a good chuckle about it that night, but still wondering how it got there...

Even in the drama of a first day back, a break is definately welcomed. I spent some serious quality time with my couch including all day Friday. That's right in spite of phone calls to rush to the nearest sale, I spent all day in my jammies. Made a big pot of soup and relaxed all day. Mmm