Weekend Round-Up

Last weekend, Jamie and I made the trip up to the Big Apple. While we were there for less than 24 hours, we got to see a lot of people and have a lot of fun. We went up for a wedding -- which awesomely took place on a farm in the middle of Queens. Seriously. How awesome is that?




















The wedding was beautiful and I may have cried during the ceremony. Just maybe. And of course it was great to see some of our old friends...


In an effort to save some cash, Jamie and I looked for a cheap motel somewhere near the wedding site. Of course, we neglected to consider that that would mean the motel would be located in Queens, NY. QUEENS of Coming to America fame. I didn't think of this until just before we arrived in NY, at which point Jess assured me that Queens was a big, big place.

She was right. And our motel was adjacent to the Police Station -- which could be a good or a bad thing.

The next morning Jamie and I got up bright and early [give stink-eye to Jamie] to make the trip into Brooklyn to meet some friends for brunch. Despite the fact that we had planned our brunch for 11am, Jamie made sure we left our motel at 9:15am "just in case there's traffic". Sure enough, we were in Park Slopes at 9:40am. So we wandered around and took in the sights.

Sadly, I used up the battery in my camera before meeting up with Jess and Anne Louise so I don't have any pictures of that part of the trip...but it happened! Really! And we ate a delicious breakfast with bottomless mimosas! So great.

We had to return to reality and it was back to work. Today was especially eventful because I had my very first annual throw up. It could have been worse. Poor Cornelius had been complaining of a headache all morning, but managed to do all of his work despite clear discomfort. I was proud of him. As he had not complained of any stomach discomfort, I didn't think twice as he delved into his lunch. I was happy to see him feeling better during recess and running around. Then, during our science "exploration" he worked well with his team as they investigated air bubbles. It wasn't until we had passed in all of our materials that he unleashed the most vomit I have ever seen come out a 7 year old. Ever.

Poor Neal. Still, he managed it like a champ: ignoring the other kids' exclamations of disgust, somehow avoiding getting anything on his clothes, and not even shedding one tear. It was truly the very best situation that could have possibly been. The class was on the empty playground doing an experiment that involved basins of water (good for floor cleanup), paper towels, and none of my classroom or carpet.

Let's hope that will be the last of these.