Wednesday, November 24, 2010

wordless wednesday: he's got the joy.

{For more joyful images go to Libby Asay's website. :) }

Monday, November 22, 2010

da boys.

To say that Adam is a Bears fan would be an understatement. 

He loves the Bears, although not as much as his dad who flys multiple flags from their garage on gamedays.

His first car (the Bearsmobile) was an 80 something Escort wagon covered with Bears memorabilia.

It even had a decal on the front that said "Da Bears."

So, I knew that when we had little ones they would of course be Bears fans. 
Third genreation Bears fanatics, that is.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

a confession of a teaching mom.

As I have been preparing to present to our School Board

I have typed 


when I meant to type 


an embarrassing number of times. 


Monday, November 15, 2010

these are a few of my favorite things.

bright colors, stripes, and strawberry blonde hair.

buckets of army guys, wubbas, and sleepers that zip.

blue eyes, tv trays, and dixon's red monster blankie.

brotherly love, toy story 3, and  puma tennies 


long lashes, big smiles, and background stealers.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

confessions of a teaching mom

This past week 

I have told my 10th grade students that

"Mommy needs a calculator." 

More times than I would like to admit. 

On the flip side...

Last night I told D and B that

"Mrs. Alexander has to go potty."

Is it Christmas break yet?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

this picture...

Kills me. 
Shows Dixon having a little attitude...I think this is what my kids at school would call my teacher face. :)
Includes what you get at the Alexander house on the day you break your arm. 
Was taken over a month ago and still features the red mickey crocs, which have been hidden retired.
Probably started with Breckin attempting to take an army guy and ended with Dixon screaming like a banche.
Makes me wish I was sitting on the hardwood playing with my best buddies right now.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


I don't think that I have mentioned before of Dixon's love for army guys.
He will not leave the house without them.
All of them. 
The entire bucket, plus more.
He carries them around everywhere.
He will not take a shower without his bucket of army guys. 
He holds the bucket while riding in his carseat.
Dixon once almost pushed a one year old girl down the bleachers for knocking them over. 
He sleeps with the bucket next to his pillow. 
If Breckin so much as glances at one of his "guys" Dixon swipes it away with cat like speed.
Dixon will not eat a meal without the army guys sitting on the tray of his highchair.
If you even think of taking Dixon's bucket of guys he will scream like a wild banche.
Dixon loves his army guys almost as much as we love our biggest guy.