My board looked like this today:
I also took my kids into the computer lab and felt like I really used my master's degree (instructional technology) because of the assignment I wrote for them. They worked at their own pace, used technology as a tool for learning instead of just a word processor and most of them really liked it. They were engaged and when I helped students I was able to zero in on exactly what each kid needed. Exhausting work letting the computer be the teacher.
I got my annual big hair on (it was bigger 12 hours ago). It is hard to tell from my picture, but it is purple too. I wore my zombie shirt. I'll confess--Plantboy loves the big hair.
On the downside, I have one that refused to trick or treat once he saw his brother looking like this:
He then started thinking about all the scary things and people and costumes and started weeping into his ravioli. Then, very quietly, "I don't think I'm going to go."
And it wasn't my youngest.
Dear Middle Child. How can I love thee better? Rather than outgrowing fears he seems to be adopting them tenfold. It is keeping him from embracing so much that is sweet about life. It is keeping him from unlocking his potential. And I'm not talking about trick or treating.