Teaching week whatever


I've purposely lost count of the weeks. We're half way through, sort of. The second semester is longer than the first and that fact seems to be sitting in my stomach like a stone. My break was fun but short and busy and I landed back not feeling fully rested. I have a healthy dose of anticipation for that long weeks ahead that is making that worse. Just having a hard time settling into the rhythm of happy. My classes are going generally fine, I just can't shake the notion that the tired will become unbearable. And soon.

Christmas part deux

We flew home early the morning after Christmas, picked up the girls, then met my family at our house for another Christmas morning. Ben and Katelyn flew in for a visit and that made the week really special. We did lots of Austin-y type activities until the allergies/colds of the winter crashed down on Nathan and me at the end of the week. Lots of games, food, and all over silliness.

I love these girls. They are my heart. Even when they're terrible.

Puppies eventually get tired! Odysseus on the right and Zephyr on the left.

We spent a glorious afternoon outside at Easy Tiger. Yay for Texas winter.

I did not photo document all of the Austin antics. But we do love taking people to our local panaderia. Such a wonderland. So glad Ben and Katelyn came to visit.


Christmas for Nathan and I was spent in New Orleans. It was my first Christmas without the girls and it was both terrible and fine. The terrible part is obvious, the fine was due to the fact that we were planning a Christmas on the 26th home in Austin. And also because Nathan's family is so incredibly welcoming and hospitable and just fun to be around. We had a very quick trip of only two days but I was really glad to experience Christmas there. Too much good food.

Gingerbread Day

I'm not sure how I felt about gingerbread day this year. On the pro's, there's gingerbread. I love it so much I really don't know why I only make it once a year. Also there's tradition. But there's where this list starts to teeter towards the con's side. I know tradition is still good for my girls, but it felt like neither one of them super cared and the amount of work I put in certainly doesn't diminish. The equation didn't quite balance. Funny enough, their friends seem to enjoy it more than they do. Alas, I'm sure I will continue.

Oh, Tessa.