Sunday, January 12, 2014
Gemma jumps!
I adore when kids this age try to jump, believe they are jumping, yet their feet haven't left the ground. Hilarious.
The biggest Hug
William was supposed to go back to school on Monday (January 6). with the weather, we got delayed and he didn't actually go back until Friday (Jan. 10). His last day of school was Thursday, December 19th. This means he has been off of school and our family has been together for a solid 3 weeks.
After William got off the bus our whole family was in the living room. John and I were discussing plans for dinner, the evening, etc. William was trying to convince Amelia to help him do his chores (put away his backpack, lunchbox, shoes, etc).
Gemma looked around at the loud chaos and had a huge smile on her face. All at once, she took off at a run and threw herself at William. She wrapped her arms tightly around his midsection and tipped her head back so she could gaze up at him.
William had a huge smile on his face too. "I guess she missed me...." he said.
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After William got off the bus our whole family was in the living room. John and I were discussing plans for dinner, the evening, etc. William was trying to convince Amelia to help him do his chores (put away his backpack, lunchbox, shoes, etc).
Gemma looked around at the loud chaos and had a huge smile on her face. All at once, she took off at a run and threw herself at William. She wrapped her arms tightly around his midsection and tipped her head back so she could gaze up at him.
William had a huge smile on his face too. "I guess she missed me...." he said.
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"Thank you Mama"
This has been a crazy week. We've had weather and school cancellations on top of trying to find our groove after the holiday and Christmas craziness.
On Thursday, I dropped Amelia off at preschool (her school was open) and went with William (his school was not open) and Gemma in search of a science project display board. The requirements for a display board are very specific* and we went to 2 stores before I finally gave up (and went with PlanB**) This boiled down to me trying to completed measurement conversions in the aisle without scrap paper while keeping Gemma from falling out of the cart and keeping William from climbing the shelves. This was a parenting task rated 8.5 on the difficulty scale. I was frustrated and crabby because William's behavior was not great and the minute I stepped more than 8 inches away from the cart Gemma would either scream, "MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!" or attempt to fall head first out of the cart. I was frazzled. It was not my finest parenting moment.
When Gemma pointed at some brightly colored plastic on the shelf, I happily handed it to her with the hopes of 5 seconds of quiet in order to collect my thoughts. I would have to figure out how to get the 59 cent can of playdoh from her later.
which is when she said in her sweet voice "Dank du Mama"
This was so unexpected, I just stood there in shock.
This right here is parenting for me. You are at the end of your rope and feel like you have been pushed as far as you can go when a tiny miracle happens that bowls you over.
That moment erased everything negative and brought me back to the moment.
This moment where:
My daughter spoke her first 3 word sentence (to me!)
One of my children was thankful for something I had given them.
when I finally said, "What?" She replied "Dank du Mama" again and I thought my heart would break open right there from the downright cuteness.
Needless to say, I figured out enough to know that the board wasn't going to work and we left. We left after I paid for the Playdoh. I wasn't going to take it away from her now!
*the requirements are all given in metric, which is understandable because the scientific community operates on the metric system. However, the rest of the US is happily using the English system of measurement. All project boards are labeled in English units (inches, etc) and the requirements are all in metric (centimeters, etc). Students who submit a project that does not meet the size criteria will not be allowed to participate in the science fair. So, while I don't care to make more of a 1st grade science project than it really is, I am not investing time and energy into helping him figure this out and then not be allowed to participate.
**PlanB is to call the school and find out if they still have display boards left in their school supply store. They did. Problem solved. Mostly.
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On Thursday, I dropped Amelia off at preschool (her school was open) and went with William (his school was not open) and Gemma in search of a science project display board. The requirements for a display board are very specific* and we went to 2 stores before I finally gave up (and went with PlanB**) This boiled down to me trying to completed measurement conversions in the aisle without scrap paper while keeping Gemma from falling out of the cart and keeping William from climbing the shelves. This was a parenting task rated 8.5 on the difficulty scale. I was frustrated and crabby because William's behavior was not great and the minute I stepped more than 8 inches away from the cart Gemma would either scream, "MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!" or attempt to fall head first out of the cart. I was frazzled. It was not my finest parenting moment.
When Gemma pointed at some brightly colored plastic on the shelf, I happily handed it to her with the hopes of 5 seconds of quiet in order to collect my thoughts. I would have to figure out how to get the 59 cent can of playdoh from her later.
which is when she said in her sweet voice "Dank du Mama"
This was so unexpected, I just stood there in shock.
This right here is parenting for me. You are at the end of your rope and feel like you have been pushed as far as you can go when a tiny miracle happens that bowls you over.
That moment erased everything negative and brought me back to the moment.
This moment where:
My daughter spoke her first 3 word sentence (to me!)
One of my children was thankful for something I had given them.
when I finally said, "What?" She replied "Dank du Mama" again and I thought my heart would break open right there from the downright cuteness.
Needless to say, I figured out enough to know that the board wasn't going to work and we left. We left after I paid for the Playdoh. I wasn't going to take it away from her now!
*the requirements are all given in metric, which is understandable because the scientific community operates on the metric system. However, the rest of the US is happily using the English system of measurement. All project boards are labeled in English units (inches, etc) and the requirements are all in metric (centimeters, etc). Students who submit a project that does not meet the size criteria will not be allowed to participate in the science fair. So, while I don't care to make more of a 1st grade science project than it really is, I am not investing time and energy into helping him figure this out and then not be allowed to participate.
**PlanB is to call the school and find out if they still have display boards left in their school supply store. They did. Problem solved. Mostly.
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Friday, January 10, 2014
Club cantina
Gemma was 100% enamored. She worked and worked at filling up every space on the card with her little pencil. She was so sweet and so well behaved, I had to take a picture of her hard work.
Amelia's family
Snow Day
Have I told you this story before? Feel free to skip it if it is a repeat. This time of year coupled with the string of snow days reminded about this story and I wanted to make sure I put it down.
In January 2007, I was massively pregnant with William. I was huge. I was swollen and heavy. Everyone was tiptoeing around me as if I might pop at any moment. My coworkers in particular doted upon me and were relentless in their urging me to take care of myself, sit down more, take a nap, eat more fiber, drink more water, take some vitamins and put my feet up. At the time, I found this incredibly irritating (now I find it kind beyond measure, lest you decide I am an ungrateful fool). They were so kind and caring and I just couldn't wrap my head around the whole thing. I just wanted to me - mostly normal and not the center of attention for the bizarre behavior of my pregnant body.
One day, 1-2 weeks before my due date, it started to snow. It was snowing heavily and the forecast predicted a lot of snow to fall overnight. I don't remember the exact totals, but it was going to be significant for this area (read: more than 0.5 inches accumulation. Most snow melts on contact or within 24 hours).
School was either released a little early or on time. I can't remember exactly. What I do remember is a parade of people sticking their heads in my room as the day was ending to ensure I WAS LEAVING RIGHT AWAY. I was well known that I typically stayed very late to get myself organized for the next day.*
I kid you not, at least 10-12 adults**, including people from different floors
of the building***, stopped by my room for less than 1 minute on a crazy busy day to make sure I was planning on leaving immediately. I agreed to leave early to get them out of my hair, but totally intended to stay. Because I am me. I will do it my way.
Dismissal happened. Suddenly my doorway was full of people. Several people knew me well enough to know that I was not going to alter my ways because of a little snow. They were going to walk me to my car.
I laughed it off and gathered my stuff, but I was a little bent out of shape because this wasn't my first choice.
They walked me to my car and one of them nonchalantly grabbed my elbow when we exited into the parking lot. Anyone else would have gotten an earful, but I let it slide.
I opened my car door and heard my department chair tell me to hop in and start the engine. He didn't want me to be cold.
I laughed at him and reminded him that I was from Minnesota. A little snow wasn't going to hurt me. I fully intended to clean off my car myself.
He used his teacher voice and told me to sit down and start the car- he would not allow me to brush the snow off my car.
I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the special education teacher on our floor start to scrape away the snow on my back window.
I started my car and my department chair scraped the rest of my windows while I sat inside the warmness fuming. I was so mad, I wanted to cry. Suddenly, I was holding back tears. Big, fat pregnancy hormonal tears threatened to blur my vision. I felt humiliated and stupid sitting in my car. There wasn't any reason I needed special treatment. I was perfectly capable of scraping my own car and walking in the parking lot. Or deciding when to leave work for that matter. I would not cry. I would not add salt to this wounded pride of mine and let them see me cry. I sat in my car and bit my lip to hold the tears in.
My car was clean and I was instructed to go straight home and stay there by my coworker. I swallowed the lump in my throat and agreed to go home. I also told him in a wobbly voice I could scrape my own windows.
This made him laugh out loud.
Of course I COULD he told me. But why should I do it if I didn't have to?
Then he turned on his heel and went to help another teacher finish cleaning off the car of the teacher undergoing cancer treatments.
I drove part of the way home half sniffling and feeling sorry for myself. On a whim, I pulled into the hardware store on the way home. I walked in and selected a paint color for my baby's nursery and picked up some brushes.
With a smile on my face, I marched back out to my car with the paint can in hand. I got satisfaction out of slightly defying my orders to go straight home and carrying my own bucket of paint. When I got back to my car, a small amount of snow had accumulated on the front window. I reached for my scraper/brush and found it was missing. Somehow, it was taken out of the car and didn't get put back in. I had to start the car, use the wipers and wait for the defrost to heat things up a little.
At that moment, I had to laugh at myself. I had sat in my car for the biggest pout in history over not being allowed to scrape my own windows. I felt sorry for myself and wasn't thankful for the act of service given to me. The reality of the situation was I could not have scraped the windows if I had wanted to because I was totally unprepared. Likely if I had left work late, I would have had to wrestle with the belly in order to climb the wheel wells to reach the windows of the SUV I was driving at the time. Although they gave my pride and independent streak a big dent, my dear friends got me home safe and dry. The next week when school resumed, I apologized and thanked each person in my group of friends.
My favorite response was, "do you have any idea how scared I was telling you to get back in the car? You are one terrifying pregnant chick."
I took that as a huge compliment.
*teaching labs all day and monitoring behavior of 13-14 year olds leaves zero time for grading, lesson planning, cleaning up materials, entering grades, documenting student work, contacting parents, preparing lab materials and creating activities. In hindsight, I rarely managed my time well, but there wasn't really a way to accomplish all of the other stuff for my job during the day without sacrificing the type of classroom I wanted to run.
**the 8th graders were totally apathetic to my situation. They didn't not care one fig about how I was getting home or how I was feeling or how much water I drank in a day. They were wonderfully self absorbed in their sneakers and music, which was how I wished everyone would behave.
*** this is totally a big deal. As a teacher, I only had 25 minutes to eat my lunch, make copies, use the restroom during lunch. There were people in this building I worked with for 4 years and never learned their names because they were on a different floor.
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In January 2007, I was massively pregnant with William. I was huge. I was swollen and heavy. Everyone was tiptoeing around me as if I might pop at any moment. My coworkers in particular doted upon me and were relentless in their urging me to take care of myself, sit down more, take a nap, eat more fiber, drink more water, take some vitamins and put my feet up. At the time, I found this incredibly irritating (now I find it kind beyond measure, lest you decide I am an ungrateful fool). They were so kind and caring and I just couldn't wrap my head around the whole thing. I just wanted to me - mostly normal and not the center of attention for the bizarre behavior of my pregnant body.
One day, 1-2 weeks before my due date, it started to snow. It was snowing heavily and the forecast predicted a lot of snow to fall overnight. I don't remember the exact totals, but it was going to be significant for this area (read: more than 0.5 inches accumulation. Most snow melts on contact or within 24 hours).
School was either released a little early or on time. I can't remember exactly. What I do remember is a parade of people sticking their heads in my room as the day was ending to ensure I WAS LEAVING RIGHT AWAY. I was well known that I typically stayed very late to get myself organized for the next day.*
I kid you not, at least 10-12 adults**, including people from different floors
of the building***, stopped by my room for less than 1 minute on a crazy busy day to make sure I was planning on leaving immediately. I agreed to leave early to get them out of my hair, but totally intended to stay. Because I am me. I will do it my way.
Dismissal happened. Suddenly my doorway was full of people. Several people knew me well enough to know that I was not going to alter my ways because of a little snow. They were going to walk me to my car.
I laughed it off and gathered my stuff, but I was a little bent out of shape because this wasn't my first choice.
They walked me to my car and one of them nonchalantly grabbed my elbow when we exited into the parking lot. Anyone else would have gotten an earful, but I let it slide.
I opened my car door and heard my department chair tell me to hop in and start the engine. He didn't want me to be cold.
I laughed at him and reminded him that I was from Minnesota. A little snow wasn't going to hurt me. I fully intended to clean off my car myself.
He used his teacher voice and told me to sit down and start the car- he would not allow me to brush the snow off my car.
I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the special education teacher on our floor start to scrape away the snow on my back window.
I started my car and my department chair scraped the rest of my windows while I sat inside the warmness fuming. I was so mad, I wanted to cry. Suddenly, I was holding back tears. Big, fat pregnancy hormonal tears threatened to blur my vision. I felt humiliated and stupid sitting in my car. There wasn't any reason I needed special treatment. I was perfectly capable of scraping my own car and walking in the parking lot. Or deciding when to leave work for that matter. I would not cry. I would not add salt to this wounded pride of mine and let them see me cry. I sat in my car and bit my lip to hold the tears in.
My car was clean and I was instructed to go straight home and stay there by my coworker. I swallowed the lump in my throat and agreed to go home. I also told him in a wobbly voice I could scrape my own windows.
This made him laugh out loud.
Of course I COULD he told me. But why should I do it if I didn't have to?
Then he turned on his heel and went to help another teacher finish cleaning off the car of the teacher undergoing cancer treatments.
I drove part of the way home half sniffling and feeling sorry for myself. On a whim, I pulled into the hardware store on the way home. I walked in and selected a paint color for my baby's nursery and picked up some brushes.
With a smile on my face, I marched back out to my car with the paint can in hand. I got satisfaction out of slightly defying my orders to go straight home and carrying my own bucket of paint. When I got back to my car, a small amount of snow had accumulated on the front window. I reached for my scraper/brush and found it was missing. Somehow, it was taken out of the car and didn't get put back in. I had to start the car, use the wipers and wait for the defrost to heat things up a little.
At that moment, I had to laugh at myself. I had sat in my car for the biggest pout in history over not being allowed to scrape my own windows. I felt sorry for myself and wasn't thankful for the act of service given to me. The reality of the situation was I could not have scraped the windows if I had wanted to because I was totally unprepared. Likely if I had left work late, I would have had to wrestle with the belly in order to climb the wheel wells to reach the windows of the SUV I was driving at the time. Although they gave my pride and independent streak a big dent, my dear friends got me home safe and dry. The next week when school resumed, I apologized and thanked each person in my group of friends.
My favorite response was, "do you have any idea how scared I was telling you to get back in the car? You are one terrifying pregnant chick."
I took that as a huge compliment.
*teaching labs all day and monitoring behavior of 13-14 year olds leaves zero time for grading, lesson planning, cleaning up materials, entering grades, documenting student work, contacting parents, preparing lab materials and creating activities. In hindsight, I rarely managed my time well, but there wasn't really a way to accomplish all of the other stuff for my job during the day without sacrificing the type of classroom I wanted to run.
**the 8th graders were totally apathetic to my situation. They didn't not care one fig about how I was getting home or how I was feeling or how much water I drank in a day. They were wonderfully self absorbed in their sneakers and music, which was how I wished everyone would behave.
*** this is totally a big deal. As a teacher, I only had 25 minutes to eat my lunch, make copies, use the restroom during lunch. There were people in this building I worked with for 4 years and never learned their names because they were on a different floor.
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