lunch, a cry-baby, and the olympics

Elliot and I ate lunch with Oliver and Stella at school yesterday. (Mabel was eating at a friend's house.) Oliver played it cool, barely looked at me, and didn't utter a single word almost the entire time. But Stella. Stella was sparkly and giggly and had a smile plastered on her face as big as could be. Once her class was dismissed, she led us to the playground where she took Elliot's hand and helped him on the slide. It was pretty sweet. The whole experience left me feeling really grateful. There are good teachers and sweet aides at our school who take care of my children all day long. I left feeling really lucky, and slightly emotional.

I seem to be more emotional about everything these days. I'm blaming it on the Olympics. They always turn me into a blubbery, patriotic mess. My plan this weekend is to hunker down on the couch with some hot chocolate and watch as much skiing and figure skating as I can. How about you?