The Latta Family

It's finally fall here in good ol' North Carolina.  I mean- it's only mid October and we've gotten to the 70's.  Since the nights are cool and the days are not, I figured I should get my kids some weather appropriate clothes.  But then I remembered . . . oh yeah.  Shopping with my kids is straight up torture!  TORTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took them to Old Navy.  So you know . . . a reasonable store.  Within my budget.  Andrew was a total pill.  Like- I think I'm going to grab a stool, stand on it, and punch you in the face- pill.  (All of you with littles- you'll get to a point where your sons are no longer precious, sweet angels.  They are big, hairy, and super irritating. You know that irrational irritation you feel with your husbands? You'll feel with your sons, because they're no longer sweet babies.  They're old enough to know how hang up their STUPID towels, or bring their glasses from their bedrooms, or put food back in the fridge.)

Today I was walking out of the cafeteria, after going to visit some students and teachers, and had just witnessed one of the sweetest, most endearing acts.  I was teetering between smiling like a loon and shedding a few tears because it was such a sweet, thoughtful thing.    I've said it before- but in case you're a new reader, or forgot or whatever- I'm a special education teacher.  I work in a high school.  Mostly I work with small groups of special education students that are following the curriculum to get a high school diploma, or I co-teach with content teachers in typical/regular high school English or math classes.  I LOVE what I do.  Love it.  Are there things I don't love- sure.  I HATE doing paperwork.  I hate doing paperwork on deadlines.  I get why I have to do paperwork- but it doesn't mean I like to do it.   Last year I had a group of freshman that were, for lack of a better word, precious.  They were innocent, and kind, and considerate, and fu