As we speak, my fifth period is eating lunch in my classroom. A couple of weeks ago, they asked if they could start eating with me, and of course I said yes. I thought it might wear me out to not have a little break, but I LOVE IT. I love my kids so much (well, most of them anyway). I am going to be so sad on the last day of school. This year, above all other years, I have enjoyed my kids the most. It is probably because I have a class of 10, a class of 12, and a class of 6. I know; it is unbelievably great. Plus, I just love 6th graders. I never thought I would, but I adore them. They are still young enough to like their teacher. So, right now, I am just watching them play trashketball, and just soaking it all in. I am so happy. I love when life saturates a place.
On a completely different note-I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow. I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow. I am going to Claremont tomorrow. I am going to Claremont tomorrow! I am going to Claremont tomorrow!......... I think you might get the picture that I am somewhat excited about our little vacation. All day Monday I thought it was Tuesday. I even pulled the trash to the sidewalk before I realized that it was Monday. I think I was subconsciously trying to speed up the week. Oh my gosh. I am hardly wait. It is going to be so great. Relaxing and just enjoying the beautiful weather with a few touristy things here and there-that is my idea of a vacation. On a happy note-My sweet Kelly has definitely made this week much more than simply bearable. I am so thankful to have a friend who will drop everything to come and help me out. Kindness in body form.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
bugly antics
Zoey has been so funny lately. It seems that she turned into a whole new person when she turned two. I mean, the girl has TONS of personality and a great sense of humor. I genuinely get a good laugh with her a couple times a week. Sometimes I am laughing at her, but there are times when she is truly trying to be funny.
She does something that John calls "shifty eyes." She will be doing something a little sneaky and she will look at you from the very corner of her eyes. Then she shift her eyes to the other corner all while having a hug silly grin on her face. One of the things that I also love is her idea that the closer she gets to your face, the more important her need is. She will put her nose to my nose to ask for "jelbeansh" (jellybeans) and "fwootnacks" (fruit snacks). And often when she is this close, she will whisper. I love to see how her imagination is expanding. She also recently invented a game that she likes to play called "Save me." It involves her or another person leaning back over the couch while yelling "I'm falling! Help me! Save me!" She or the other person (depending on which role she feels like playing) will yell "I'm coming! I'll save you!" Then you grab the victim and pull them to safety. Then, you have the thank the rescuer with kisses. When she does it, it is SOOOO funny, because she is totally serious about this game. We were playing at my parents house, and I was the victim on the oversized chair. She has this little Zoey sized fold up chair that she placed at the foot of the ottoman. When I yelled, "Help me, Zoey; Save me!", she would shout, "I coming, Mama! I coming!" Then she would so seriously shift the chair just a little to get it in the perfect rescue position and then dive onto the ottoman, grap my shirt, make a straining face and say "I got you! (or "I gotchew!" in zoese). I don't even know where she came up with this,. Maybe something she saw on TV. It makes me laugh. One day, we were on our way home from my parents, and she was tired and fussy, but all the sudden she stopped crying and said, "Giant Mountain!" (from Dora the Explorer) and I said, "Where?" and she pointed at something obscure. She then proceeded to pretend the entire way home that she was in a nepisode of Dora. We went over the Giant Mountain, through the Nut Forest and over the Troll Bridge. It was hysterical.
Sometimes she hugs me, and her little hands pat my back at the same time. She was sitting next to Jo (her babysitter) today at the table eating lunch, and she just reached over and starting giving her a little pat. It was so sweet. She seems like she will be a kind hearted little girl. She notices the emotion of everyone, especially other babies. If they are crying, she will look at us with a faux sad face and say "Baby crying?" And it really seems to plague her until the baby stops or she has moved on to something else.
She doesn't drink out of her sippy cups as much, because she has gotten pretty good with the regular cup. She LOVES to dump stuff out, which is usually really annoying, but she doesn't do it as much. I think she is slowly starting to understand that she can dump water outside and in the bathtub. And speaking of the bathtub, she loves taking baths with me. And I have to admit, I love it too, although lately she has become obsessed with my ahem, cough, breasts. She likes to talk about them and grab at them. It kinda weirds me out, but I know this is pretty normal. I might have to put a stop to it soon, because she told her Sunday School teacher two weeks ago "I like boobies!" But that was just the beginning of all the liking of stuff. She walked around the house last week carrying M&Ms, Sour Patch Kids and popcorn saying, "I wike MMs, Jelbeans, and pacorn." The other day she told me she liked me. I was soaring. I am tired and I can't think of anything else at the moment, but there are so many things that she does that I find so endearing, like clasping her hands and letting out a little gasp and squeal when she gets something she likes. I showed her some paints that I got her yesterday and she let out a gasp, clasped her hands and said, "Oh tank djew, tank djew!"
I am just falling more in love with her everyday.
She does something that John calls "shifty eyes." She will be doing something a little sneaky and she will look at you from the very corner of her eyes. Then she shift her eyes to the other corner all while having a hug silly grin on her face. One of the things that I also love is her idea that the closer she gets to your face, the more important her need is. She will put her nose to my nose to ask for "jelbeansh" (jellybeans) and "fwootnacks" (fruit snacks). And often when she is this close, she will whisper. I love to see how her imagination is expanding. She also recently invented a game that she likes to play called "Save me." It involves her or another person leaning back over the couch while yelling "I'm falling! Help me! Save me!" She or the other person (depending on which role she feels like playing) will yell "I'm coming! I'll save you!" Then you grab the victim and pull them to safety. Then, you have the thank the rescuer with kisses. When she does it, it is SOOOO funny, because she is totally serious about this game. We were playing at my parents house, and I was the victim on the oversized chair. She has this little Zoey sized fold up chair that she placed at the foot of the ottoman. When I yelled, "Help me, Zoey; Save me!", she would shout, "I coming, Mama! I coming!" Then she would so seriously shift the chair just a little to get it in the perfect rescue position and then dive onto the ottoman, grap my shirt, make a straining face and say "I got you! (or "I gotchew!" in zoese). I don't even know where she came up with this,. Maybe something she saw on TV. It makes me laugh. One day, we were on our way home from my parents, and she was tired and fussy, but all the sudden she stopped crying and said, "Giant Mountain!" (from Dora the Explorer) and I said, "Where?" and she pointed at something obscure. She then proceeded to pretend the entire way home that she was in a nepisode of Dora. We went over the Giant Mountain, through the Nut Forest and over the Troll Bridge. It was hysterical.
Sometimes she hugs me, and her little hands pat my back at the same time. She was sitting next to Jo (her babysitter) today at the table eating lunch, and she just reached over and starting giving her a little pat. It was so sweet. She seems like she will be a kind hearted little girl. She notices the emotion of everyone, especially other babies. If they are crying, she will look at us with a faux sad face and say "Baby crying?" And it really seems to plague her until the baby stops or she has moved on to something else.
She doesn't drink out of her sippy cups as much, because she has gotten pretty good with the regular cup. She LOVES to dump stuff out, which is usually really annoying, but she doesn't do it as much. I think she is slowly starting to understand that she can dump water outside and in the bathtub. And speaking of the bathtub, she loves taking baths with me. And I have to admit, I love it too, although lately she has become obsessed with my ahem, cough, breasts. She likes to talk about them and grab at them. It kinda weirds me out, but I know this is pretty normal. I might have to put a stop to it soon, because she told her Sunday School teacher two weeks ago "I like boobies!" But that was just the beginning of all the liking of stuff. She walked around the house last week carrying M&Ms, Sour Patch Kids and popcorn saying, "I wike MMs, Jelbeans, and pacorn." The other day she told me she liked me. I was soaring. I am tired and I can't think of anything else at the moment, but there are so many things that she does that I find so endearing, like clasping her hands and letting out a little gasp and squeal when she gets something she likes. I showed her some paints that I got her yesterday and she let out a gasp, clasped her hands and said, "Oh tank djew, tank djew!"
I am just falling more in love with her everyday.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
tidbits from the day
I decided that since this is my blog, I don't have to always write stuff that makes sense. I just want to jot down some things that I have observed and enjoyed today. And I just love making lists.
1. John booked my ticket to California today! I can't wait! That is where I'll be for Memorial day. Oh bliss bliss bliss. We'll be in Clairmont which is near L.A. I have been needing this vacation for oh so long. I will especially need it after John is gone the entire week before. I am meeting him there. Kelly, want to move in?
2. Today I met two friends for lunch. The place was pretty empty, so I didn't feel that bad letting Zoey roam for awhile while I chatted. She made friends with two ladies. She climbed up in an empty chair and had a heart to heart with them. As Mariela said, Zoey is a friend to all. When we were leaving, the ladies said, "Bye Zoey!" and she replied, "Bye friends!"
3. I have let her watch entirely too much T.V. today. I feel guilty about that.
4. I am stoked that the doctor is weaning me off one of the 5 medications that I take. I am also nervous about this because I have been taking this one for two years.
5. While in Waco, Zoey got her first haircut. She has a little bob, and at first, I thought she looked like the old timey cartoon little boys that wear the little sailor hats and have hair that falls around their ears, but she is really starting to work the cut. We just weren't getting anywhere letting the hair grow out. It was starting to get in her face too much. The lady said that this would help her hair grow better. The baby ends were in the way, I guess. I almost cried.
6. One of the most exciting parts of my day was when the filters for my dustbuster came in. I have been missing being able to use it. Sometimes I vacuum the house with it. It makes me happy.
7. I do not have praise team practice tonight and I am pretty happy about it. I just love hanging out with my husband and Wednesday night T.V.
8. Confession: When I take my vitamins, they make me not able to, ahem, go number two, which is one of the joys of my life. It is a great feeling okay? Don't judge. So, lately I have found myself singing my new version of "Someday my Prince will Come" from Cinderella-in place of Prince, I put another p word that is more appropriate for my current situation. I am hopeful all of this will work itself out yet. Hence the song.
1. John booked my ticket to California today! I can't wait! That is where I'll be for Memorial day. Oh bliss bliss bliss. We'll be in Clairmont which is near L.A. I have been needing this vacation for oh so long. I will especially need it after John is gone the entire week before. I am meeting him there. Kelly, want to move in?
2. Today I met two friends for lunch. The place was pretty empty, so I didn't feel that bad letting Zoey roam for awhile while I chatted. She made friends with two ladies. She climbed up in an empty chair and had a heart to heart with them. As Mariela said, Zoey is a friend to all. When we were leaving, the ladies said, "Bye Zoey!" and she replied, "Bye friends!"
3. I have let her watch entirely too much T.V. today. I feel guilty about that.
4. I am stoked that the doctor is weaning me off one of the 5 medications that I take. I am also nervous about this because I have been taking this one for two years.
5. While in Waco, Zoey got her first haircut. She has a little bob, and at first, I thought she looked like the old timey cartoon little boys that wear the little sailor hats and have hair that falls around their ears, but she is really starting to work the cut. We just weren't getting anywhere letting the hair grow out. It was starting to get in her face too much. The lady said that this would help her hair grow better. The baby ends were in the way, I guess. I almost cried.
6. One of the most exciting parts of my day was when the filters for my dustbuster came in. I have been missing being able to use it. Sometimes I vacuum the house with it. It makes me happy.
7. I do not have praise team practice tonight and I am pretty happy about it. I just love hanging out with my husband and Wednesday night T.V.
8. Confession: When I take my vitamins, they make me not able to, ahem, go number two, which is one of the joys of my life. It is a great feeling okay? Don't judge. So, lately I have found myself singing my new version of "Someday my Prince will Come" from Cinderella-in place of Prince, I put another p word that is more appropriate for my current situation. I am hopeful all of this will work itself out yet. Hence the song.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Retraction
Alright. I am done being mad. I have talked to the sibs and seen the folly of my thinking. I do love my daughter and even more my husband. And I have a truly spectacular mom. I am an extremely blessed girl. And now I am done and I am going home. The end.
Because this is my blog and I can
I can complain for a minute. I love my daughter dearly, but I have been with her too much lately. TOO MUCH! I just need a breather. I thought I might get one tonight in the form of her riding with my parents to Waco, but it is a no go. My mom doesn't want to wait around for her, even though she isn't even out of school yet and I know my husband would gladly bring her over there. Ugh. Plus, I am in desperate need of some alone time with the hubs. He just got back into town and he has had a bad week. I have had a bad couple of weeks. Stupid medicine. It makes me feel sick all the time. Today at lunch was the first time in awhile that I haven't felt like ralphing. I mean, at least I actually haven't. My gosh. Wouldn't that be so ironic? Anyway, my mom and dad did take Zoey with them when they went to run some errands the other day and I got to hang out at their house with my sister for like an hour and a half. So I guess my mom feels she has fulfilled her grandmotherly duty for the week. I really do not want to go to Waco anymore. Maybe I will just skip the whole thing. I know that John would let me have a whole day to do nothing tomorrow if we weren't going. Great. Now I am in a completely bad mood and their is no reprieve in sight. And yes, I am aware of how blessed I am to be a mother and have a great family, but this is my blog and I can cry if I want to. Happy freakin' Mother's Day.
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