Friday, March 6, 2015

Friday Favorites

     I’m on my second consecutive snow day (7th total); it’s Friday; and I can still sleep on my belly.  Today is a good day!  I haven’t blogged in a few weeks, so I thought I’d dust off the old keyboard.  Things have been going so well for us lately (aside from an incident this morning with a sink drain that nearly drove me to the brink…), and I have a LOT to look forward to in the next few weeks (months, years, etc.).  All that to say, thanks to my growing belly excitement, we have a lot to do, and I’m tackling it…starting tomorrow when Keith is off work.

1.  Our sweet boy has a name!

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     I’ve always liked older names.  I’m not really into super trendy or wild spellings, but Davis is just different enough that I don’t think there will be 12 of them in his class.  My dad and his dad both had the middle name Malcolm, and when we started thinking of names, Malcolm just fit so nicely.  Bring on the monograms!

2.  We actually got snow…not nasty slush!  Our most recent round of snow days actually lived up to their name.  I’m not complaining about our previous week off, but what we really had was solid sheets of ice and sleet.  This time we got beautiful, fluffy snow, and I indulged in the largest bowl of snow cream you’ve ever seen.  Ever.

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Sorry for the terrible lighting and dead trees.  It was either this or our dirty, slushy parking lot.  House-hunting is now in full swing.

3.  I actually (kind of) started on Davis’s nursery.  We’ve had furniture for awhile, but we’ve also had lots of other stuff in there.  This week we finally got a storage unit to take care of some of our excess and are getting it out!  As of now, it doesn’t look that impressive to outside eyes, but to me it looks like a place that might possibly be able to house a baby…instead of hunting gear.

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     Some notes about this room:
          - That rack of hangers used to live in my classroom holding big books (thanks Pinterest).  I didn’t have a use for it after I moved to third, so I sold it (six months later) through a Facebook group for a quick $30.
          - That bed did have a comforter.  I sold it.  (Side note: don’t stand still in my house too long; I may sell you on Facebook)  Also, I apparently hoard pillows.
          - My clothes don’t actually need their own room to dry, but out of sight, out of mind. 
          - The duck is staying.  That green thing in the left corner is a tree made out of a 2x4.  It’s also staying.
          - The white dresser will be a changing table, and that sweet crib was mine.  I love!

4.  My floors are incredibly clean!  After a few days off in a row, I need things to do.  I’ve literally seen every episode of everything ever.  My latest big idea was to mop.  I use my Swiffer WetJet a lot, but nesting (or craziness) has hit hard, and I was overcome with the incredible desire to scrub.  Let me tell you about floor cleaning: it’s very frustrating.  I spent far too long Googling ways to clean tile, and then I invented my own method.  I took to the floor with a sponge mop soaked in HOT water, vinegar, and blue Dawn and mopped every floor in my house.

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I took this on my tiptoes before hopping over the brooms to take a break.

     After all this, I pulled out a clean white rag (Side note: These are one of my favorite things we registered for.  They show you where all your dirt is.), got it a little damp and wiped across the floor to test and see if it was clean.  Please guess at what happened next.  All that to say, if you want your floors clean, fill a bowl with water so hot it nearly melts your hands and crawl around like a loony using white rags to wipe down every square inch of floor.  Change the water often.  I counted this as exercise, and it got my floors cleaner than they’ve ever been.  Winning.

5.  Starting tomorrow, I am officially in my third trimester.  What?!  I’m not sure where all my time has gone, but that’s close.  Also, it’s really far…time is very weird right now.  I know that I’ve got about 80-something days left before Davis gets here, but I also know that there are only 50-something days left of school.  That’s making time go by SO fast.  I need to make a giant checklist and buy all the baby clothes.

     I’m going to post again soon with all of my second trimester faves.  Note: macaroni and cheese didn’t make quite as much of an appearance this time.  I’m hoping by the time I post, I’ll have a little more nursery progress to share.  In my mind, it’s totally done.  I know exactly what furniture I’m using and where it’s going.  The rug is ordered, and I’m on the hunt for baskets and fabric and crib sheets (which are harder to find than one would think). 

Happy Friday!  Enjoy your snow…or your beautiful spring weather.  Send it this way.  Now that I’ve had my snow (which I love), I’m ready for a little spring.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Let’s Talk Babies

     Actually let’s back up a little.  My daddy grew up with three sisters.  Then he got married and had two baby girls.  Then my sister had two baby girls.  We know a lot about hair bows and dresses and girl things.  We were totally prepared for more smocked dresses and socks with lace on them.  But…after all these girls, we are getting a sweet baby BOY!

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As if I needed another reason to cry at The Giving Tree.

     We are over the moon to have a sweet boy to bring home!  Every single person I’ve talked to has said, “Little boys are so sweet…they love their mamas.”  I know being a boy mom is a big (BIG) job, but I am so excited!  Do you know how many sweet boy clothes there are?! 
     We didn’t do any sort of a “reveal.”  How in the world could we have waited to tell everyone?!  Knowing has made this whole experience so much more real.  Now that we know, I’m not picturing us with a little girl and millions of hair bows (yet).  Now I’m wondering what life is going to be like with a boy.  Knowing my husband, I’m envisioning worms and frogs in pockets and lots of camouflage…and loving every minute of it.  We still have almost 16 weeks before he makes his debut, but for now, he’s making his presence known in a big way and with lots of sweet kicks.  I know I already said it, but it feels so real now.  He has a name, and we’re on back half of this thing, and in a few weeks, we get to meet him!  Can you tell we’re excited?

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Work, work, work

     Sometimes work is hard.  No matter what kind of job you have, it’s still work, and it’s still hard.  Teaching is one of those jobs that doesn’t ever feel quite like a “normal job.”  The hours are great, and vacations and snow days (when we actually get one of those) are so nice…but it’s hard.  I’m not one of those teachers who walks around talking about how I have the hardest job in the world.  I don’t.  Compared to a lot of people, my job is probably cake.  Not even 200 days in a safe place with heat and air?  I’ll take it.  I’m so thankful for people who do the really hard jobs.
     That being said.  Some days are hard.  Some days you just have to walk out the door and leave everything on your desk because if you look at it for one more second you may never go back.  Ever.  On days like that you come home and feel like you failed your kids.  Why would they ever want to come back to school?  Of course they roll their eyes at me!  I would roll my eyes at me too!  But I go back.  I don’t even like to take days off…and with good reason.

1.  Kids are kids.  No matter where they’re from or what their lives are like, they’re kids, and they need people to be there for them.

2.  Do you watch the news?  I have to admit, I don’t love my local news station, but I know what’s going on in the world.  I have the luxury of watching it through my television screen.  Some of my  kids are watching it from down the hall or out their front doors.

3.  School is important.  I’m not some sort of after-school special over here, and there are days when I’m not the best teacher I could be, but how can people learn unless they’re taught?

4.  Until they’re old enough to make their own decision to stay in school or not, they have to be there.  It’s the law.  Why should I make it harder for them to do well?  If the options are to learn or be miserable, we’re going to learn.  Even when it’s hard!

     Honestly, I started this post last week after a particularly rough day.  I finished it today after a much better week.  Don’t let this post fool you into thinking that I don’t love teaching.  I do!  Please don’t think that I teach in some sort of dangerous concrete jungle.  I don’t!  I have kids living in great situations with incredible parents, but just like every other public (and probably private) school in America, we see all kinds.  Are there things about teaching that make me want to pull my hair out?  Evaluations, standards, changes, decisions from people who aren’t in the classroom… YES! 
     One of my kids asked me yesterday what I would be doing if I wasn’t a teacher.  I have NO IDEA.  I can’t imagine another job where I can see the effects of what I do each day so clearly.  All that to say…I’ll keep going back.  Even when it’s hard.


Some days it’s “Keep calm and eat the chocolate from the candy box.”