Happy Birthday Daisy....

I'm rejoicing over health for my family, and the strength to make it through the trials of life. We miss you and love you Daisy.

What happened to Jaime??

Well.... I have no energy or desire to blog lately. Maybe it's work, no time, facebook?... who knows.... I have some good ones though....

Like last night where we ended up at one of Jonathan's student's houses watching remote control cars and rednecks....

Or today where we ventured to another one of his student's who was doing Indian (India) dances....

But, they'll have to wait. I'm vegging....

One of those days...

So it's 7:25 and I'm BEAT.... exhausted... worn out.... The second week of school.

Tonight Zoe had dance class. My mom was off this week as she and my dad are working on my brother's house... with him... to get it ready for Nate to move in. She thought she'd come and watch Zoe dance. How cool! Usually she'd be working and this is a once in a long time chance that she'd be able to go.

So, she met us at the house, we got dressed - which by the way, is not as simple as it sounds when you're trying to shove two pudgy feet into really tight tights and a tight leotard while sweating - then headed over to the "studio." We get there in time, Zoe sees her friends, then suddenly decides she doesn't want to go. What?? She usually is the one who doesn't look back twice at me and marches in.

Tonight, though she started whining and wouldn't let me go. I tried pushing her... which by the way doesn't work with a cranky 3 year old. I tried bribing her... we can make brownies... We sat out for a little while my mom looked tired... (and maybe a little annoyed at her angle grandchild).... The other parents just smiled because even though they might be thinking odd thoughts about me and her, they have no doubt encountered the same situation at one time... which probably included bribing. I tried threatening... well, we'll just have to go home. She agreed to that one. Drat! She tried crawling through a sign and got stuck... Then, she decided she'd go in, so I brought her to the door and she whined and refused. So then I took her ballet shoes off and she whined and said she wanted to go in, so I took her, then she whined and refused... again! A mom had her little girl come to get her and she still refused... So, eventually we left, suddenly and without goodbyes... sorry ballet moms!

We got home and at dinner she scribbled on the table... with her fork... spit, drooled, said NO, etc.... OMG.... one of those days..... and thank goodness she's in bed now!

And Jonathan got to rest on the couch during ballet... and is now out shopping with Hayden so he could spend some birthday money.... hmmm.....

....saved....

Zoe and I had a conversation that went a little like this tonight...

"Is God waaayyyy up high in the sky?" asked Zoe.

"Well, He's in heaven."

"Do we have to yell, 'Hey God!'"

Hee hee... "Well, you can just talk to him if he's in your heart. If you believe in Him and love Him. Then you won't have to yell because He will be with you all the time."

"I want him in my heart."

:) "Ok. Let's pray.... Dear God, thank you for loving me. Please come into my heart and help me to do the right thing. Thank you for forgiving me when I do something bad. Thank you for always being with me. Amen."

Ahhh.... I had tears....

But then I started to wonder.... is she too young to understand?

Sunday Funnies

Some funny sayings I want to remember...

While waiting in the car at Lowe's last Friday, Zoe looked at a woman standing out front and said, "Look at that freakin' lady, Mom. What she doin'?".... Ok, so I want to know who freakin' taught her to say freakin'??

Saturday morning, the first after our first week of school, I was hoping and praying that Zoe would sleep in. She's off her schedule, not taking naps, cranky at night, has to be drug out of bed in the morning.... And yet, by my bedside at 6:15am is her.... saying to me, "Are you kiddin' me, Mom. You're still in bed?"

Hmmm.....

going green...

Hmmm... .for lack of a better post, and because I don't seem to be in to blogging lately, I'm posting this.... probably needs editing. I wrote it a week ago and never went back to check it out....


We are starting a new year... we as in me, my husband, my fellow teachers, my students... etc.


This is a first for many of us... not enough money for.... (fill in the blank). We were downsized in staff, upsized in students, and our list of responsibilities was added to.


Also....this year we are "going green".. .that's what they tell us. They tell us this because there is not enough money to fund everything we want to copy or print or do or make or get. And there are some teachers out there wondering what they are going to do since there wasn't enough green to pay them.


I don't usually stress about school... it's not my life... just my job. I will do it as best as I can, but when I get home at night I have my own family to worry about and take care of, without the added weight of worrying about my job. This may be one of the first years I am feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Not only will we be doing things differently, more things are added... and new report cards... and new grading systems... and new checklists... and blah blah blah. What will be taken away since I had 5 things added to my plate? And on my salary it's a cheap paper plate, soon to break with so much on it.... watchout....

Really?

Where has the time gone?

Hayden is about to embark on a new journey into 5th grade. He amazes us with his knowledge and sense of humor, and his eternal pessimism.... Perhaps this will be the year that will brighten his day and tickle his fancy... whatever that is. :)

Zoe will be 4... in a few months.. .and is still at Miss Cynthia's. Some of her BFF's... Brody and Amanda... will be embarking on their own journey of preschool. Zoe will join them next year. This year she gets to hang out with some new friends... Molly and Lucy... amidst some old friends as well.

They are both growing up so fast... as all kids do... and I find myself trying to take more pictures to help me remember, and when there is no camera, to hold those memories near and fold them up and put them in my pocket for later enjoyment.

Alwedy!

"I'm alwedy, Mom! This will help my hair dwy!"