While I was driving Sammy to daycare this morning, his nose began to run. Of course, he couldn’t keep his hands out of the snot and ended up smearing it all over his face and even into his hair. I was so frazzled that I didn’t notice the mess as I stooped over him to remove him from his car seat. I picked him up, slung the diaper bag over my shoulder and began to walk inside. As I did so, Sam pressed his little face against me. I just assumed he was being affectionate (how naive!!!), but what he was really doing, was wiping his nose on my freshly dry-cleaned top. Not until I handed him off to Fira did I notice anything was amiss. But this is all par for the course, especially when he’s teething or has a cold of some sort. I hardly thought twice about it, except to request a paper towel with which I could clean myself up.

While I was doing this, Fira looked Sammy over and tactfully asked me if I was aware today was picture day. I stared at her blankly. She told me that today the kids would be having their portraits taken, both individually and with their classes. I didn’t know a thing about it!

I looked at my snot-covered son and despaired.

Apparently, they had written a note on his last daily report to let us know about the portraits. I hadn’t bothered to read it. I hardly ever bother reading the reports, unless I suspect they’re about to run out of diapers for Sam and I will need to pack up another bundle of them. The reports hardly contain epic material: Sammy pooped once and wet his diaper three times. He took a nap between x and y o’clock. He ate applesauce and Ritz crackers…

I can’t blame them for not telling me. (They verbally told my husband about the pictures, but I know better than to expect him to tell me about something of that nature…it’s just not something he cares much about.) I suppose I should read those reports every evening, but I can’t say I’m very excited about doing so. I might be more inclined to do so if they slipped in a little bit of gossip amongst all the details of Sammy’s bowel movements: the director is having an affair with so-and-so of Buildings and Grounds; Ms. X’s boyfriend proposed to her but she turned him down because she’s in love with another man; Mr. Y won the lottery and will be spending his winnings on a yacht which he will sail around the world… [The foregoing is purely fictional, of course.] Now that would make for some interesting reading!

Last week, Amy asked an interesting question about how music affects you. I thought about this a lot over the past couple of days, struggling to come up with a coherent explanation of the power music has over me, but realized that this may just be one of those things I’ll never be able to explain.
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I stayed up far too late tonight to finish a new skin for the site. I had a lot of fun making it though, so it was worth it Hope you like it!