Week 2 of school is quickly coming to an end, helped in large part by having Monday off for Labor Day. I took advantage of the unexpected sunny-ness and brought Toby to Haines Point on the Potomac. He loved it; I wish I had taken my camera with me because he had the best time rolling around in the mud puddles (created by the torrential rains from Ernesto). You’ll just have to use your imagination. We didn’t go alone, a friend of mine took us there. However, he shall remain nameless because he works for the Fed and apparently they are not allowed to have 1) blogs or 2) myspace pages. True! Which makes sense, of course, because of their high security clearance. So….we will have to come up with a good pseduo name for him. Seriously, I now know for sure that I cannot work for the government because I could not give up my virtual life 
Our school is small, only 320 kids, and we have our lunch catered to us by Heavenly Edibles. All the meals come to us prepackaged in tins that look similar to a Lean Cuisine. They are surprisingly healthy, I kid you not. Steamed veggies, wheat bread, salads, it’s basically a 180 from what I was used to growing up (does anyone else remember Pizza Wednesdays!?). They are actually the correct portion size and probably run 300-400 calories. Which means that I can eat them and basically be on a diet. A free diet (they let us eat for free). Dude, you have no idea how excited I am. I feel like Jennifer Anniston when she has her meals catered to her each morning. I don’t have to cook a thing! Oh, and the other great part, I have a say in what gets served! Yesterday, for instance, we had spaghetti because I requested it from the Lunch Lady. And today, chocolate milk was added to the plan. God bless you Desherie
No major discipline problems this week. A couple of “lip smackers” and a few boys who couldn’t keep their pants up. The solution, by the way, is having them walk around with Santa Claus suspenders on for the day, so they can remember to wear a belt in the future. A pretty effective method. I’d get a picture, but I’m pretty sure that counts as abuse.
