After spending the weekend in Phoenix and having multiple people ask me about my blog I decided to get back on board and become more diligent with posting... And! I am adding a co-author :) please welcome Cory as part of Ankle Biter Wrangler. Cory is currently getting her masters in teaching but for high school rather than elementary, she's a brave one. After having dinner and sharing so many entertaining stories we thought it would be a great idea to collaborate!
So lets get up to speed... well lets be honest, you haven't missed much. It seems so strange that I was flying home last night to Dallas FROM Phoenix, shouldn't it be the other way around? Dallas is feeling more and more like home with my parents here and Sean and Courtney but it's not quite everything yet. I finally got to meet Colin this weekend and he managed to melt my heart in a matter of seconds. He is the cutest little thing and yeah I'm a bit biased but it doesn't even matter and here's an example of why...
(And just so you know I had to dance around the kitchen like a bafoon to get this picture)
Ok, now on to some school stories. I don't really know how to share some of these stories because the delivery is half of the fun! I love impersonating my students and get a kick out of the things they say. One of my favorites to share comes from a little boy in the 7th grade who has down syndrome. Every once in a while we cook in class and the entire time Luke repeatedly says "mommy does mommy does" really quickly. It cracks me up every time! Try saying it, it's pretty fun! My mom is coming into my class on Friday to help us cook lunch and I'm tempted to pull out the "mommy does" if Luke doesn't. And just so everyone knows, I am not making fun of my student in any way, it's all said with a heart full of love.
I'm also in charge of the "oh so glamorous" job of lunch duty. First of all let me just tell you, kids are gross, and no that's not just something people say, they really are gross. Don't ever watch too closely as they eat, you may never eat again. But anyway, that's not my point... Kids are also weird, and sometimes I look at them and wonder which one I was like at that age. It's hard to be objective about what kind of kid you were. I like to think I was the cute little 5th grader but what if I was really the strange child in the corner shuffling my feet? It's alright, if I was the girl in the corner shuffling her feet at least I know her life isn't so bad because mine is pretty great.
(yeah I can see those feet shufflin, p.s. sorry to throw you under the bus Sean)
So there it is, a taste of ankle biting to hold you over!
























