Jakob has brought home "Chocolate Bear" this week, his kindergarten class's ongoing project in which each kid brings the stuffed bear home for a week and has adventures with him, which they are supposed to document with pictures and prose. He comes with a satchel full of outfits and a huge binder of all the previous students' pictures and writings about their weeks with the bear.
This is the kind of shit I live for. Chocolate Bear is going to have a helluva week and is going to be spoilt for all the rest of the poor kids who get him for the rest of the year.
Never mind that I listened to a show on NPR this morning about MRSA infections: Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) is a bacterial infection that is highly resistant to antibiotics. God only knows how wretchedly dirty this thing is. In fact, I think I will tenderly wrench him from your sleeping grasp right now, Jakob, and spray him down with Lysol.
Tonight Chocolate Bear and you kids made chocolate cupcakes (natch).
First we went to the store for some ingredients, including chocolate chips.
Then we mixed up a batch from a Martha Stewart recipe. Yeah, bitches, you read that right: THREE STICKS OF BUTTER!!!
Wavy and her belly full of quesadilla help us check the batter.
Lookin' good. Looks like Chocolate Bear approves.
Chocolate Bear's first day with Jakob is a sweet success.
Apropos of nothing... my social studies teacher back in eighth grade had a dog puppet that he used sometimes to help teach class. His name was "Whitey." The puppet, not the teacher. I can't remember what the teacher's name was. ADDENDUM: I think his name was Mr. Yates. He was a tall, hearty dude with a buzz cut. I can see him in my mind's eye. I think he kind of reminds me of all the characters that Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs plays nowadays. Not Buffalo Bill-like, but the wry, homespun, cop-types that he plays currently. Never mind.
Sleep tight! Love you.
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