New job? Going well

Thank you for all the comments

of support and cheers.

Schedules are still new

Spare time is a rarity

BUT we are all great

Kae and Noelle have

been extremely flexible

if not supportive

Hubby is just thrilled!

A burden has been lifted

I love the challenge

All the students have

welcomed me with open arms

and resilient minds

All in all I’d say

that the new job is going

as well as I’d hoped

I really do enjoy this new job so far.  The girls initially did not want me to go back to work.  Though Noelle was too young to remember when I DID work outside the home (she was 1), and Kae had no idea what to expect, they were both hesitant for the change.  So was I a little if I’m being truthful.

BUT, so far so good.  The girls both have been doing great at their programs.  Noelle admitted to me that she had always wished she could be part of the AYS crowd, and has been doing great with the program so far.  They are great about working with spelling words there, and she has aced both tests since starting.  Yay!

Kae LOVES her school.  I told her teacher that she’d live there if I let her.  I fully believe that.  When I picked her up last Friday, she said her usual, “I’m coming back tomorrow!” to which I responded that it would be Saturday, and she would not need to attend.  Her smile quickly turned into a frown, and she said, “Aw MAN!”  The teachers all tell me that she has blended in with the others there so well – it’s like she has been going there for a long time.  They asked me yesterday where she was before this.  I told them that she was at home with me.  They didn’t believe me.  I’ll take that as a compliment. 

I am still very much adjusting to my new schedule (4:55 am is still snuggling under the covers time…. NOT hopping in the shower time. I don’t care what my alarm clock tells me.  YAWN!). I’m also adjusting to what exactly is expected of me.  I am one who wants to be on top of things, so that there is no chance of falling behind.  I’m also (and I’m ashamed to admit it) SO much more of a follower than a leader.  I’m having a bit of a difficult time realizing that I am the go-to person on every. single. question, concern or complaint.  Wow is all I can say about THAT. There is no one to pass the buck to.  Shucks. 

That’s not entirely true. I have been getting loads of help from the director I took over for. She is a great resource, and a truly wonderful person to “have my back” so to speak.  SHE is one I would look up to as a director.  She’s an “in charge” kind of gal.  I’ve made it my duty to myself (and everyone else at this point) to try and fill her shoes as best I can, then make those shoes my own with flair and decorations to suit my tastes.

I am learning so much, but still have so much to learn. 

I’ve started this post several times, and can’t seem to finish it.  It seems like my brain is in hyper-drive and cruise control all at the same time lately.

Tomorrow I start a new job.  I have been at home with my own kids as well as caring for few others for the past 6 years.

Folks, it’s going to be a huge transition.

But, I’m ready for the change.  I’m ready to wring out this brain and shake out all the dust bunnies hiding in the creases. 

Although I’ve adored being able to be at home, I have missed being part of the “outside world”.  I always knew that I wanted to teach again as I did before I had Noelle 7 years ago.  I miss it, and have been looking to fill that void for awhile now.

Easier said than done. The teaching jobs are few and far between around these parts.

Sooo, I’m doing the next best thing. 

My new title will be “Director of *AYS” -coming to a school near YOU.  Actually, it’s quite close.  Though not as close as Noelle’s school would be, I’ll still be close enough to drop her off there in the morning on my way.  *AYS stands for At Your School.  It is the before and after school care program.

Also, to say that Kae is super thrilled would be a grave understatement.  She is so happy to be starting “school” that there aren’t even words.  She didn’t want to leave when we “previewed” the place yesterday.  “They have BARBIES there, Mommy!  But where are all the desks?”    Next year, dear.  It’ll come soon enough.

So, as I’ve been scarce around this – my own little corner of the bloggy world – lately, I will probably be even MORE so starting tomorrow.

Who knows, though? Perhaps all of the brain wringing and shaking will liven me up a little and give me more reason to write.

Until then, be well!  I’ll be checking in with you all regularly!

P.S.  Be sure to click over in my new page labled “Say WHAT?”  I decided to dedicate that space to include all of the silly things my girls crack me up with and share them with you.

Whatever the cause, I’ve been in a very good mood lately. 

I know.  Knock on wood.  Cross myself.  Whatever I need to do to not jinx all this goodness. 

So, in the spirit of keeping up this good mood, I thought I’d post all the things that have been happening in my life to make me smile. 

Of course, my two monster spawn daughters are always good for a laugh with their quirks and hilarious verbal diarrhea.

Point in case: Kae came into my bathroom yesterday morning as I was brushing my teeth.  She said, “I’ll be RIGHT back.”  Seconds later, she came in carrying her step stool, her toothbrush, and toothpaste to join in all the tooth cleaning fun.  I asked her to set up camp at her father’s sink, since mine was occupado at the moment.  She complied, but not before pausing first to scope out her work area.  (Not a bad idea, since as is the norm, my sink is usually much more user-friendly – free from toothpaste splatters and/or whiskers.) 

After sweeping the area with her eyes, she leaned in and sniffed.  I asked her what she was doing.  “Well, Mommy.  I checked, and there is no yucky hair, but otherwise it SMELLS just like Daddy.” 

As for where she picked up the word “otherwise”, I have no clue. 

Noelle has been learning all sorts of things in 2nd grade (most of which have nothing to do with school).

One thing that she has consistently brought home is little girlie games.  You know the ones we used to do in school – *M*A*S*H*, hand jives with cutesy things about boys, jump rope rhymes with the same theme…

The most recent one – and one I must admit I’d never heard of prior to this – is PUSH.  It looks an awful lot like the above mentioned *M*A*S*H*, only with different objects written on the inside of all the folds of notebook paper.  The funny thing is, Noelle has NO idea how it really works.  She has the gist of it, I think.  But each time she asks me to play, there is a lot of “Wait.  Oh hold on!” *paper folding/refolding involved. 

Basically, on the outside of the folded-several-times piece of paper, the word “Push” is written usually accompanied by several smiley faces, stars, and hearts.  Not sure the point of this, other than the fact that once the “button” is pushed, the paper opens to the next fold of “choices”.  The choices here are tough.   Boy or Girl.  Hmmmm.  (And apparently the choice does not matter, for whatever is chosen, the same set of next choices appear.  See?  Again, with the not getting it.)  Ok.  So, say “Boy” is chosen, the next set of options appear from the folds.  These consist of Marriage, Date, Call, and the ever elusive Kiss.  Oooooooh!!!!  *giggle, giggle*  What do I CHOOSE?!  They all sound so appealing!  Ok.  Let’s go with Date.  “Mom!  *gasp!*  You get to date DADDY!  ha ha ha ha ha!” *fall on the ground in tears of laughter. 

Ok.  So first of all, my daughter is 7.  7!!!  Why oh why is she already talking about boys and kissing and marriage?!?  I’m shakin’ in mah boots on that issue.  But mostly, I reassure myself that since the other choices on the folded paper are girls from our cul-de-sac, we’re probably in the clear as far as scary dating stuff goes.  For now.

Speaking of lovey dovey things, Kae has been doing something for quite some time now, but I have just failed to mention it here.  Mostly because it has become such an expected, and therefore taken advantage of thing around here, that I forget about it. 

About two and a half months ago, we went to Vegas. While we were there, the girls stayed with both sets of grandparents.  In preparation of being away from Mommy, Kae decided that she needed a picture of me to take with her wherever she went.  I found a wallet sized picture from my teaching days.  It was just what she wanted.  She clung to it immediately, and hasn’t let go of it since.  ha ha!  Just kidding.

However, she does still take it to bed with her every night.  (Which is what I was told she did for the duration of our trip.)

Here comes the funny part.  Every night, when I go in to check on her after getting myself ready for bed (usually about 10 minutes after I put her down), I find her laying on her stomach, feet up in the air, gazing down at my picture on her pillow.  And she is singing to it!  She sings to me every night!  Sweet, sweet High School Musical Soundtrack songs. (What is in her CD player.)  How sweet is that?!  I absolutely love the new ritual we have of me getting to witness that every night.  Not sure how long this will last, but I am LOVING it while it does. 

That, and her new word for her jump rope.  She calls it her “Whoop-AH!”  You know.  Like it’s her whip.  And she says it like Chandler.  Gotta love it.

So, what’s made you happy lately?

*record screeching*

Yep.  My living room. 

I have joined the 21st century and now own my very own laptop.

Up until this point, I used to have to brave the elements (clutter, excessive heat, dust) in our fabulous “spare” room where our “family” computer resides.  It’s still there, I’m just not.  ha! 

Hallelujah! 

Fresh air!

Human contact!

A fully stocked kitchen just steps away!

Actually, that I could probably do without.  Meh.

All I can say is that my husband is the coolest, since he is the one who bestowed the awesomeness that is this shaaaany, new laptop upon me.

He even paid attention to every feature I had admired about the ones in the store, and wrapped them all up in that photographic head of his to find the perfect one to present to me as a late birthday gift.

Aw.

Last year, he surprised me with a late birthday present  in the form of my iPod.  Not just any iPod, but a super de duper, tricked out video, bazilliongig iPod.

If my husband is anything, he’s a techie.  A generous techie.

The only thing that is bad about having an uber generous, tech-savvy hubby is the fact that I always come up short on HIS birthday.  Any suggestions?

You’ve got until April.

Kthxbai. 

Endless days and nights,

blurring minutes and hours

nose buried in books

House? a disaster

Eyes? strained, yet anxious to keep

reading ’till the end

Thankful for my late

hop onto this bandwagon

Just started last week

If I had started

with the launch of this series?

Might have died waiting

As it is, the books

were gobbled in seven days

Speeding toward the end

Sucked into this world

of magical worlds combined

I was in a trance

Husband likes to tease

Makes fun of my obsession

He doesn’t get it

So many reviews

So many disenchanted

Can’t please everyone

I must be easy,

since I was captivated

Too good to be true

The characters sprang

to life in this stagnant mind

Rendered me smitten

Edward? how perfect

Bella? so precious ~ Jacob?

amusing and pure

What I wouldn’t give

to be an honorary

Cullen for a day

P.S. Stephenie Meyer is my hero.  Seriously.

P.P.S.  The countdown begins to November 21st.  I can’t wait, my friends.  I feel like a kid counting down to Christmas again. 

And nope.  I’m not ashamed.

32 years ago, I made a young lady a “Mom”.  (And she’s done that title proud, I might add.)

For some reason, birthdays always trigger my wee brain to reflect. 

To reflect on my life, and where it’s taken me.  What remarkable events have taken place in these grand 32 years of mine?  What things would I like to forget?  What’s been left undone?  What parts of myself have I lost in the void?  What do I think of the reflection that looks back at me from my mirror today?

For me, it’s so easy to get sucked into the past and all of its memories.  I am a dweller.  As in, I worry about things when it’s decision time, to the point of over-analyzing them.  (And irritating everyone around me at the time.)  Then, dwelling on whatever decision WAS made, and its impending outcome.  Good OR bad.  I have NO idea why I put myself through this.  But, the cycle is repeated.  Again and again.

So, I  force myself to take pause.  I take stock of what I have in my life right now that can make me smile.  And all that can take my mind off of all the tiresome reflecting.

Because these?

Ice pack up the shirt ~ a sure cooler-offer

These goofy girls right here?

NOW I am glamorous...I have my scarf.

Are the reason I get up and face that mirror every. single. day.

Thanks girls. 

For your infectious laughter – it is the most beautiful sound to my ears.

For your constant activity – it is what keeps me on my toes.

For your never-wavering love – it is what holds me up.

For your beautiful eyes.

blue eyes - Mommy's match

green eyes - Daddy's clone

In which holds the reflection of the perfect love that brought you into this world.

hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

hosted by Christina

HIStory unveiled

revisit alma mater

sharing memories

Neil Armstrong and Kae - thinking it out

Moonwalk

Cooling off

As in... 18

The Quad

The one with the curtains closed? Daddy's

Bell Tower

not a cloud in sight

and then we flew over campus

oops. Wait.

new rocket...er...Engineering building

dry creek bed at Happy Hollow Park

3.2 seconds after putting the car into gear

Landscaping is fun

when you have “help” in the form

of a 4 year old

“THIS rock looks like a

small mummy in a peanut!”

Heh ~ Alrighty then!

“And THIS one looks like

an ant took a bite of it.”

“Um, sure.  If by ant…

…you mean colossal

crustacean, capable of

fracturing your bones.”

“Mommy, I felt a

TEENY, eency, weency bite

on my little toe.

Do you think it could

have been that orange

spider that we killed?”

*checking cell’s voicemail*

*holding cloth on ‘wound’*~”Mom! Who

ya callin, the doc?”

*and that is only what I remembered to write down~ let’s just say that it was a very entertaining morning.*

Little Helper

We decided to NOT do the showing.

I know, I know.  Many of you are saying, “What?  Why NOT?”

Well, I’ll tell you why.

We decided that we had simply had enough. 

Yes, it could have been a sale.  It could have NOT been a sale.

Who knows?  Only God, but I truly feel that we were swayed in this direction.  The one in which we feel like we’re meant to be right here right now.

We love it here.  (Or at least the girls and I do.  We know that Daddy will love it here once more when he is able to actually spend some time here again!)

So, there ya have it.

We’re here. 

For good.

(For now.)

This calls for a celebratory outfit - will this do?