We had our annual Faculty vs. Eighth Graders' Basketball game yesterday. I hate to admit that I am still trying to recouperate from it. We won as we always do, but it was a tough game. Those eighth grades boys and girls were tough. So tough.. that I have quite a few bruises on my arms and legs and no fingernail on my right index finger to prove it.

I love weekends. I opened all the windows and cleaned my house from top to bottom. I scrubbed every floor on my hands and knees (Italian style), dusted every surface, decluttered, and organized. I love a clean house. Cory took the kids to choir rehearsal while I cleaned. It is amazing how clean everything stays without little ones messing up. Although it was nice cleaning, the house was way too quiet without my babies. I'll be glad when they come home.

Easter is in two weeks. Corynne is wearing her dress from Matt's wedding. I love that dress. I hope she hasn't grown too much since the wedding. Jeremiah wants a suit "that is a color". Those were his words. Translation: he wants a suit that is not black or blue. How funny?!

School has been much nicer these past two weeks now that PSSA is over. Although this is a great group of kids I have this year, one little problem has crept up in the sixth grade. They have been making fun of each other and "busting" on each other. "Busting" is when you call someone names or tease them. Well I have about had it. So I had a nice long talk with them yesterday. I went on and on for about a half an hour telling them how mean they have been to each other and how it isn't nice to say mean things. I told them that they are hurting each other's feelings and making their fellow classmates go home upset and sad. Well the whole time I tried to talk, one of my students kept raising his hand to talk. I kept telling him to put his hand down because I wasn't done talking yet. Finally when I finished and his had was still up, I asked him what he wanted! He wanted to apologize to one of the other boys in the class because he had been calling him really mean names. Then another student raised her hand and she apologized. Then a third student raised his hand to apologize. Before I knew it, they were all saying they were sorry. I thought that was wonderful. But then I told them that talk is cheap...we'll see if it improves and that's how I'll know if they are really sorry. lol!