It's funny how the "holidays" are still so exciting to us, despite how they have done a complete 180 since before having kids!
For instance:
Holidays before having kids meant....
-spending time with family
-giving and receiving presents
-shopping whenever we felt like it
-drinking whenever we wanted
-saying what we wanted out loud (if not clear, see flip-side list below)
-Going to parents' houses for delicious, prepared meals
Holidays with kids means....
-preparing to spend time with families (be it packing to travel, be it cleaning the house to prepare for visitors)
-focusing solely on gifts for kids, kids' teachers, parents, etc. What's on our wish list? Don't know! Who has time to think about that! I guess new dish towels? A new spatula? Gift card to Target?
-shopping on a limited time schedule....after working all day, after feeding kids (followed by super secret importing of presents into the house in places where we can only hope we will remember when it comes time to wrap)
-skipping the booze because we know we'll be too tired the next day
-always talking about "Santa" and having to remember to move the magic Elf every night
-Planning, purchasing and preparing food, drinks and apps for guests at our home
(*things that add to exhausting/stressful are in bold)
In sum, the holidays are tiring. Are they any less fun? Actually....no. I might even venture to say they are more fun. Nothing beats excited, happy and healthy little kids. We bake Christmas treats! Greg risks his life on the roof putting up lights (which I have now forbidden moving forward because it makes me crazy (-ier). We sing and dance to Christmas music! The lights! The decorations! The parties! The cards! I know I've mentioned the exhausting parts, but there are also a few other slightly not-so-amazing moments....like when your child sings the 12 Days of Christmas on repeat for days and day. Or when you turn monstrous and find yourself overusing the threat of "Santa's watching you!!!!!!!" I really hate when I do that, but let's be real, sometimes one can become desperate for strategies to stop bad behavior/encourage good behavior of young children.
So honestly, I wouldn't change a thing. The holidays were exciting then and exiting now, but they certainly are a different kind of exciting--that's all.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Babysitter Found!
We have been trying to figure out a childcare situation for awhile now. The problem is, I need help, but just a little bit! It's hard to find a great caretaker for just a few hours a week. Last year, I convinced my neighbor and very good friend, Holly, to take the girls a few hours a day. It was awesome because they went over her house, played with her little girl and it was flexible. It was easy and comfortable. She's the only...and I mean ONLY person I trust as much as myself with my kids. She has now sent her fourth and youngest child off to school this year though and is starting up her career again. Plus, we moved and she's not seven houses down the street.
So, for the time being, I have trained Camryn how to take care of Kendall while I'm teaching. The afternoons are relaxed because Kendall is napping and Camryn goes to afternoon pre-K. The morning session when they are both home is where things get sketchy. I have a whole system where I set them up in the playroom, give them a fresh, heaping snack and drink, put on their favorite TV show and then just cross my fingers. I always wait to hit play on the DVR and serve the snack right before I state the objectives for class. Camryn knows that as soon as Kendall takes her last bite of goldfish or pretzel, the binky must go directly in her mouth. So I always put the binky some place accessible to Camryn and remind her about it.
The first few weeks of school were tough. I would have students in my virtual classroom reading a passage aloud, while I'm across the house screaming and begging the kids to please just behave a few minutes longer. Then I would sprint back to my computer, out of breath, get on the microphone and try to remember what I meant to point out about the passage that had just been read. It was just a tad stressful.
Suddenly though, Camryn transitioned into my helper. I don't know if the routine finally sunk in or she just grew up suddenly. For the past few weeks, I have been able to teach a full one hour session with almost no interruptions. It's almost comfortable, too. Camryn engages Kendall....she shows her books, teaches her new words, teaches her how to play make-believe, etc. Granted, when I come out of my office, the playroom looks like a bomb went off, but that is the least of my worries! But wait....it gets better.
Camryn now has this innate need to clean the playroom every day. She also carries Kendall around the house like she is her baby. And the funny thing is, Kendall lets her! Last week, I was in a class and the lesson did not have a lot of direct instruction. The students had a lot of independent tasks to complete, so I didn't have to be fully devoted to my computer screen. I was able to take frequent breaks if necessary. Kendall wasn't feeling great and hadn't slept well, so she was very fussy. I guess she decided she wanted Mommy so she came over to my office door and started screaming, "MOMMY!" I was about to open the door and console her when I hear Camryn rushing over to her, picking her up, dragging her back to the playroom. I heard her say, "It's okay..shhhh....calm down. Calm down. It's okay. Do you want to play Barbies? Yea? Come here Kendall, you can be the fairy." Suddenly, I no longer heard her crying. Camryn just successfully got her mind off of me and was able to keep her occupied the entire rest of my session. It was just so cute and really so amazing. My crazy, four year old, middle-child has suddenly become very mature!
Now, I know what you're thinking....the kid needs rewards, right? We are all about rewarding positive behavior around here, so I pay her. Every day, she gets one dollar. And it's so cute because if we forget to pay, she reminds us. She still struggles with the -er sound too, so she'll say, "Mom, you forgot to give me my doll-uh." Now I know what you're really thinking.....child labor laws...$1.00 / hr? Kendall is quite a challenging toddler, too! Shame on us!
Camryn really does have some special and admirable, selfless qualities though. These are things that cannot be taught. She always looks out for Kendall no matter what. She puts her needs before her own and just does it so naturally. For instance, we were at an event a couple weeks ago where they had bounce houses for kids. There was one for bigger kids (Camrryn and Brielle sized) and a smaller one for younger kids. Kendall was probably too young to be in there, but she's a third child and refuses to be left out of any activity. Kendall was too young / strong to climb the ladder that led to the slide. Camryn stayed in that kiddy bounce house the entire time so she could lift Kendall up the slide. Friends were all commenting how cute it was how she looks out for her. Finally, at one point, we convinced Cam to go play in the big one. So she did. Meanwhile, one of our friend's five year old boy was in the smaller one and tried to fill in for Cam while she was gone. It was so funny because he could not lift Kendall up the slide. He tried so hard, but just couldn't get the strength. Camryn has a freakish amount of strength.
It's no wonder we have been in this development just under three months and Camryn gets invited over for playdates constantly. She is one likable little girl.
So, for the time being, I have trained Camryn how to take care of Kendall while I'm teaching. The afternoons are relaxed because Kendall is napping and Camryn goes to afternoon pre-K. The morning session when they are both home is where things get sketchy. I have a whole system where I set them up in the playroom, give them a fresh, heaping snack and drink, put on their favorite TV show and then just cross my fingers. I always wait to hit play on the DVR and serve the snack right before I state the objectives for class. Camryn knows that as soon as Kendall takes her last bite of goldfish or pretzel, the binky must go directly in her mouth. So I always put the binky some place accessible to Camryn and remind her about it.
The first few weeks of school were tough. I would have students in my virtual classroom reading a passage aloud, while I'm across the house screaming and begging the kids to please just behave a few minutes longer. Then I would sprint back to my computer, out of breath, get on the microphone and try to remember what I meant to point out about the passage that had just been read. It was just a tad stressful.
Suddenly though, Camryn transitioned into my helper. I don't know if the routine finally sunk in or she just grew up suddenly. For the past few weeks, I have been able to teach a full one hour session with almost no interruptions. It's almost comfortable, too. Camryn engages Kendall....she shows her books, teaches her new words, teaches her how to play make-believe, etc. Granted, when I come out of my office, the playroom looks like a bomb went off, but that is the least of my worries! But wait....it gets better.
Camryn now has this innate need to clean the playroom every day. She also carries Kendall around the house like she is her baby. And the funny thing is, Kendall lets her! Last week, I was in a class and the lesson did not have a lot of direct instruction. The students had a lot of independent tasks to complete, so I didn't have to be fully devoted to my computer screen. I was able to take frequent breaks if necessary. Kendall wasn't feeling great and hadn't slept well, so she was very fussy. I guess she decided she wanted Mommy so she came over to my office door and started screaming, "MOMMY!" I was about to open the door and console her when I hear Camryn rushing over to her, picking her up, dragging her back to the playroom. I heard her say, "It's okay..shhhh....calm down. Calm down. It's okay. Do you want to play Barbies? Yea? Come here Kendall, you can be the fairy." Suddenly, I no longer heard her crying. Camryn just successfully got her mind off of me and was able to keep her occupied the entire rest of my session. It was just so cute and really so amazing. My crazy, four year old, middle-child has suddenly become very mature!
Now, I know what you're thinking....the kid needs rewards, right? We are all about rewarding positive behavior around here, so I pay her. Every day, she gets one dollar. And it's so cute because if we forget to pay, she reminds us. She still struggles with the -er sound too, so she'll say, "Mom, you forgot to give me my doll-uh." Now I know what you're really thinking.....child labor laws...$1.00 / hr? Kendall is quite a challenging toddler, too! Shame on us!
Camryn really does have some special and admirable, selfless qualities though. These are things that cannot be taught. She always looks out for Kendall no matter what. She puts her needs before her own and just does it so naturally. For instance, we were at an event a couple weeks ago where they had bounce houses for kids. There was one for bigger kids (Camrryn and Brielle sized) and a smaller one for younger kids. Kendall was probably too young to be in there, but she's a third child and refuses to be left out of any activity. Kendall was too young / strong to climb the ladder that led to the slide. Camryn stayed in that kiddy bounce house the entire time so she could lift Kendall up the slide. Friends were all commenting how cute it was how she looks out for her. Finally, at one point, we convinced Cam to go play in the big one. So she did. Meanwhile, one of our friend's five year old boy was in the smaller one and tried to fill in for Cam while she was gone. It was so funny because he could not lift Kendall up the slide. He tried so hard, but just couldn't get the strength. Camryn has a freakish amount of strength.
It's no wonder we have been in this development just under three months and Camryn gets invited over for playdates constantly. She is one likable little girl.
Monday, October 14, 2013
a little wee tooth, but a big, big day!
As usual, I have absolutely no time to blog! I constantly have thoughts I want to write down, but never any time to do it! Tonight, I have to grade about 60 memoirs and write lesson plans, but I just had to document something special.
With a lot of anticipation building, Brielle finally lost her very first tooth tonight! She basically allowed the tooth to loosen itself and fall out without a lot of wiggling. She so badly wanted it to fall out, but didn't really want to force it (See earlier blog relating to her Grandpop Bayly patience disorder). The tooth became loose months ago....so long ago that the adult tooth has actually already grown in! She had several tearful nights worrying that it would just never come out (oh! the drama). Tonight was the night! I asked her if I could just give it a little wiggle (the tooth was practically hanging by a thread). She cried and kept saying yes, but then would not open her mouth! Finally, she very reluctantly opened her mouth and I started to give it one little wiggle and she yanked her face back and before she could even close her mouth, the tooth fell out. Haaaaallll-le-lujah! Also, thankfully, the tooth falling out cancelled out the little bit of blood, which would have normally caused ear curdling screams! She went to bed so happy. Meanwhile, Camryn sorrowfully told me that she wishes she was six. I told her it would be here soon enough.
As we sat examining her tiny little tooth, I just had to reminisce about the time that very tooth actually sprouted in her 11 month old mouth. With Brielle, everything is our first. I could not wait for her to grow her first tooth---baby book in hand, ready to document the very second it cut through. There may actually be hour and minute stamps on her tooth chart! That little tooth I was just holding in my hand was her very first. Our first baby's first tooth. What now?
Now? Now I need to slow down and cherish the moments. Most of Camryn's teeth were documented to the correct day....okay, maybe week....ish.....and Kendall; that poor baby. I still have not even documented all of her teeth that have grown in. In my defense, we were going through a very stressful move and I am fairly certain she grew a few while the baby books were all packed up!
The fact is, Camryn is moving faster (hence the self-taught two-wheel riding at early four) and Kendall is moving even faster (don't even get me started about the things she does). I really want to make a conscious effort to sloooooow down. I'm always in a hurry. A hurry to get homework done, so I can get dinner ready, then a hurry to clean up dinner so I can get the kids bathed. Following this, it's always a hurry to get them in bed not a second past their appointed bed time. I want take in all the firsts and I want all the hugs and kisses I can get. I've learned they are not always going to offer up hugs and kisses as easy as they do now. A lot of Brielle's hugs, at age six, are a result of her feeling bad for not wanting to hurt my feelings by saying "not right now." (Not ashamed! I'll take the pity hug!)
Wish Daddy luck with the tooth-for-the-glitter-sprinkled-money exchange tonight!
With a lot of anticipation building, Brielle finally lost her very first tooth tonight! She basically allowed the tooth to loosen itself and fall out without a lot of wiggling. She so badly wanted it to fall out, but didn't really want to force it (See earlier blog relating to her Grandpop Bayly patience disorder). The tooth became loose months ago....so long ago that the adult tooth has actually already grown in! She had several tearful nights worrying that it would just never come out (oh! the drama). Tonight was the night! I asked her if I could just give it a little wiggle (the tooth was practically hanging by a thread). She cried and kept saying yes, but then would not open her mouth! Finally, she very reluctantly opened her mouth and I started to give it one little wiggle and she yanked her face back and before she could even close her mouth, the tooth fell out. Haaaaallll-le-lujah! Also, thankfully, the tooth falling out cancelled out the little bit of blood, which would have normally caused ear curdling screams! She went to bed so happy. Meanwhile, Camryn sorrowfully told me that she wishes she was six. I told her it would be here soon enough.
As we sat examining her tiny little tooth, I just had to reminisce about the time that very tooth actually sprouted in her 11 month old mouth. With Brielle, everything is our first. I could not wait for her to grow her first tooth---baby book in hand, ready to document the very second it cut through. There may actually be hour and minute stamps on her tooth chart! That little tooth I was just holding in my hand was her very first. Our first baby's first tooth. What now?
Now? Now I need to slow down and cherish the moments. Most of Camryn's teeth were documented to the correct day....okay, maybe week....ish.....and Kendall; that poor baby. I still have not even documented all of her teeth that have grown in. In my defense, we were going through a very stressful move and I am fairly certain she grew a few while the baby books were all packed up!
The fact is, Camryn is moving faster (hence the self-taught two-wheel riding at early four) and Kendall is moving even faster (don't even get me started about the things she does). I really want to make a conscious effort to sloooooow down. I'm always in a hurry. A hurry to get homework done, so I can get dinner ready, then a hurry to clean up dinner so I can get the kids bathed. Following this, it's always a hurry to get them in bed not a second past their appointed bed time. I want take in all the firsts and I want all the hugs and kisses I can get. I've learned they are not always going to offer up hugs and kisses as easy as they do now. A lot of Brielle's hugs, at age six, are a result of her feeling bad for not wanting to hurt my feelings by saying "not right now." (Not ashamed! I'll take the pity hug!)
Wish Daddy luck with the tooth-for-the-glitter-sprinkled-money exchange tonight!
Friday, April 26, 2013
Moving Time
It's really never boring around here. We finally put our house on the market a week ago. It seems like we have been talking about doing this for about a year now. So the sign is up and we are listed. We've had three showings so far and a fourth tomorrow (which is a second look). The preparation for showings while having a full-time job working from home and three young children to take care of isn't exactly the easiest task around, but so far I have managed. I know the house doesn't have to be perfect before each showing (especially when they give you four hours notice), but I have learned that there is no in-between for me. I can't walk out of the house until everything is perfect. When I vacuum, I start with the far side of the room and back out so that there is not even a single foot print in my vacuum lines. I'm glad I do this though because during the last showing, I thought the people didn't show up (which really ticks me off) because the realtor didn't leave their business card on the counter. Luckily, I was able to confirm that the showing occurred by the foot prints in my carpet lines upstairs! See, crazy does pay off sometimes, right?
So, the big question is where are we going? I haven't really had to answer this until the sign went up. Everyone is asking, "Where are you moving?" When I shrug my shoulders and say, "Don't know!" I get the funniest looks from people. Could it be because we have three kids, jobs and a very established life here in Chester County, PA? After my answer, I have typically gotten the wow-better-you-than-me-I-have-to-plan-everything-out response. This usually leaves me feeling a little uneasy. I mean, I'm a planner, too. I just don't happen to have one at this point in time. Then I usually have to go through this mental process of justifying why we are doing what we are doing. First and foremost, this home was never meant to be our forever home. This is our "starter" home. I was eight months pregnant with Brielle when we moved in here. We always expected we would have moved within 3-5 years. Definitely before Brielle started elementary school. We always said we wanted to be in a slightly warmer climate and some place new and different from here. Brielle is just about to finish her first year of school and while it has been very smooth and pleasant, we are just not satisfied with the school district overall. And since we are not catholic (and I'm not really an advocate of Catholic Schools anyway), there really are no options. Of course, you can't really tell people this since many of our friends and neighbors send their kids to the local public school, too. So we have been going with, "'We've outgrown our house," too.
So, we do have a plan...it's just not very, uh, specific. Plan is....we sell the house. If by the time we sell, we do not have any promising leads any place else, we simply rent a home temporarily. I don't love this plan, but I guess it's not the worst thing ever either. I'm still working on the part of home selling where you are supposed to "emotionally detatch." We have a nice home, great neighborhood, awesome back yard, nice swing set, etc. The kids love it here and we just have such a nice system. So the idea of moving to a rental...probably a town house, just really bothers me. What bothers me more though is moving and being stuck with two mortgages because we couldn't sell our house. So I'm trying to remain focused on the end result.
I guess selling our house and moving implies that we are unhappy or that something isn't right here. It's really not the case. I guess that is why it's so hard to explain and even process in my own head sometimes. Are we messing with fate? I'm terrified of making a change and then feeling like we made a mistake. I sometimes feel like we are being greedy, even though we are not chasing wealth and fortune.
I am trying to remind myself of two important things. 1. At least Greg and I are on the same page and keeping each other level-headed and 2. We are relatively intelligent people, so I doubt we will choose a new place/job that is not right for us. I always think about how much I will miss this because of what we have, but then I remember that we are looking to improve, so our next place will hopefully bring us even more joy and satisfaction than we already have. Right?
So....big changes on the horizon for us. Just have no clue what those changes invovle just yet! So for the next person that comments on how relaxed I am and how chill I am, they really should read this. I'm so not that way! I have to have vacuum marks, people!
So, the big question is where are we going? I haven't really had to answer this until the sign went up. Everyone is asking, "Where are you moving?" When I shrug my shoulders and say, "Don't know!" I get the funniest looks from people. Could it be because we have three kids, jobs and a very established life here in Chester County, PA? After my answer, I have typically gotten the wow-better-you-than-me-I-have-to-plan-everything-out response. This usually leaves me feeling a little uneasy. I mean, I'm a planner, too. I just don't happen to have one at this point in time. Then I usually have to go through this mental process of justifying why we are doing what we are doing. First and foremost, this home was never meant to be our forever home. This is our "starter" home. I was eight months pregnant with Brielle when we moved in here. We always expected we would have moved within 3-5 years. Definitely before Brielle started elementary school. We always said we wanted to be in a slightly warmer climate and some place new and different from here. Brielle is just about to finish her first year of school and while it has been very smooth and pleasant, we are just not satisfied with the school district overall. And since we are not catholic (and I'm not really an advocate of Catholic Schools anyway), there really are no options. Of course, you can't really tell people this since many of our friends and neighbors send their kids to the local public school, too. So we have been going with, "'We've outgrown our house," too.
So, we do have a plan...it's just not very, uh, specific. Plan is....we sell the house. If by the time we sell, we do not have any promising leads any place else, we simply rent a home temporarily. I don't love this plan, but I guess it's not the worst thing ever either. I'm still working on the part of home selling where you are supposed to "emotionally detatch." We have a nice home, great neighborhood, awesome back yard, nice swing set, etc. The kids love it here and we just have such a nice system. So the idea of moving to a rental...probably a town house, just really bothers me. What bothers me more though is moving and being stuck with two mortgages because we couldn't sell our house. So I'm trying to remain focused on the end result.
I guess selling our house and moving implies that we are unhappy or that something isn't right here. It's really not the case. I guess that is why it's so hard to explain and even process in my own head sometimes. Are we messing with fate? I'm terrified of making a change and then feeling like we made a mistake. I sometimes feel like we are being greedy, even though we are not chasing wealth and fortune.
I am trying to remind myself of two important things. 1. At least Greg and I are on the same page and keeping each other level-headed and 2. We are relatively intelligent people, so I doubt we will choose a new place/job that is not right for us. I always think about how much I will miss this because of what we have, but then I remember that we are looking to improve, so our next place will hopefully bring us even more joy and satisfaction than we already have. Right?
So....big changes on the horizon for us. Just have no clue what those changes invovle just yet! So for the next person that comments on how relaxed I am and how chill I am, they really should read this. I'm so not that way! I have to have vacuum marks, people!
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Like Grandfather, Like Grandaughter?
Just when I think I don't want my kids to grow up and become less dependent on us, I realize how fun it is to see them growing, learning and becoming "kids." Brielle is nearly six years old and really not a baby anymore. No more tantrums. No more getting up at night. She is generally very easy to reason with and she has very mature sense of logic.
One of the many things I love about her is her discipline. I can't help, but to think of her Grandpa Bayly all the time. He might be the most discliplined person I have ever known. He really does nothing half-ass. He is so detailed and does not rush anything and does not like to be rushed. I've always been particularly fascinated by how he eats. I come from an Italian family where life pretty much revolves around food. It's generally a priority and always a pleasure. With my father-in-law, eating is last priority and when he does finally stop doing whatever he is doing, he only eats the most nutritious things available. He loves apples and loves to talk about apples from his college town--Cortland. I would not say he is quick about anything he does, but his end product always seems to be top quality---no matter what we're talking about here.
Brielle is so similar---from her pace of doing things and her attention to detail, to her love of apples and concern of nutrition. Last week, I was telling Greg how I read that you should start each day off by drinking a full glass of water. I explained how it is good for your organs. The next morning, Brielle asked for a glass of water. This was an unusual request for her first thing in the morning and after I handed it to her, she said, "Mommy, this is really healthy, right?" She told me how she heard me telling Daddy about how it's good for you. She has proceeded to drink a glass of water every morning since. She always asks me if certain foods are healthy foods or "junk" food. She still enjoys her junk food, but she purposely limits herself. I'll say she can have three cookies and she will say that two is all she wants.
She has started ballet and tap class and immediately became determined. She adores the teacher, she pays attention and tries so hard. She practices every day at home (at her own will and initiation). We didn't see this "spark" in her when we put her in soccer. I would not say she is the best dancer or anything, but I will say she gives it everything she has. She can't wait for class each week and even starts a countdown of days until class every week. The parents have to stay in the waiting area, but I always peak up on her a few times and I tear up every time because of how focused and happy she is. Obviously, I am very proud and really just overjoyed to see her so happy. Her dedication, again, just reminds me of Dad B.
There are other behaviors that I just need to note as well. I am pretty sure most kids her age are like that of a "sponge." She is learning so much in school and in life and is literally starving for knowledge. Around Valentine's Day, she became obsessed with the heart. The red hearts that she draws as well as the human organ. She first started asking questions about how it works, then resorted to watching actual videos on the iPad of a human heart pumping. She and Greg viewed tons of videos and day after day, she requested more. Now, last night, we had our normal bedtime talk before the girls went to sleep. Greg and I take turns laying in their room for a few minutes each night (Camryn and Brielle share a room). Here is how the conversation went last night:
Brielle: Evy and Abby (our neighbors) rhyme, right?
Me: No, the ending sound is the same, but the vowel sound is different.
(There was more explanation on this, but it's not that relevant to the main point of this dialogue)
Camryn: Black and Plaque rhyme, right?
Me: Yep
Camryn: Ladder and Bladder rhyme, right?
Me: Uh yes, yes they do
Brielle: Camryn, "bladder" isn't a word, so that doesn't count
Me: Actually, yes it is a word
Brielle: What's a bladder?
Me: Well, it's an organ inside your body--kind of like the heart
Brielle: What color is it?
Me: I don't know, probably reddish, like the heart
Brielle: What's it for?
Me: When you drink liquids, your body uses up the nutrients it needs, then the rest go into your bladder and that is when you have to pee---to empty your bladder.
(I know, my medical knowledge is impressive, isn't it? Ha).
Brielle: Mommy, I know what I'm asking for for Christmas next year
Me: What?
Brielle: A machine so I can look inside the body
Me: Hm, I don't know if Santa has those or not.
Brielle: I thought Santa's elves could make anything
Me: Maybe....
Camryn: Who makes covers?
Brielle: Who makes people?
Me: Okay, time for bed, girls, no more talking.........
Do normal five-year-olds have this much interest in the body and how it works?
Also, yesterday, Brielle came home with a drawing of a submarine with her as the captain. (So random). She told me she drew that because she wants to be the captain of a submarine. I told her we'll have to go on that ride next time we go to Disney. She snapped back that she doesn't want to go in a fake one--she wants to go in the real ocean. Oh....sorry....sure. Maybe.
Lastly, she tells us on at least a bi-weekly basis that she has no interest in getting married and most assuredly does not want to ever change her name from Bayly.
Ah....I have no idea what's in store for this little one, but I'm pretty sure she's going to do impressive things. ;)
I'll have to give a profile update on Camryn and Kendall soon because they are equally fascinating (to me anyway), but in totally different ways.
In conclusion, my kids are awesome.
One of the many things I love about her is her discipline. I can't help, but to think of her Grandpa Bayly all the time. He might be the most discliplined person I have ever known. He really does nothing half-ass. He is so detailed and does not rush anything and does not like to be rushed. I've always been particularly fascinated by how he eats. I come from an Italian family where life pretty much revolves around food. It's generally a priority and always a pleasure. With my father-in-law, eating is last priority and when he does finally stop doing whatever he is doing, he only eats the most nutritious things available. He loves apples and loves to talk about apples from his college town--Cortland. I would not say he is quick about anything he does, but his end product always seems to be top quality---no matter what we're talking about here.
Brielle is so similar---from her pace of doing things and her attention to detail, to her love of apples and concern of nutrition. Last week, I was telling Greg how I read that you should start each day off by drinking a full glass of water. I explained how it is good for your organs. The next morning, Brielle asked for a glass of water. This was an unusual request for her first thing in the morning and after I handed it to her, she said, "Mommy, this is really healthy, right?" She told me how she heard me telling Daddy about how it's good for you. She has proceeded to drink a glass of water every morning since. She always asks me if certain foods are healthy foods or "junk" food. She still enjoys her junk food, but she purposely limits herself. I'll say she can have three cookies and she will say that two is all she wants.
She has started ballet and tap class and immediately became determined. She adores the teacher, she pays attention and tries so hard. She practices every day at home (at her own will and initiation). We didn't see this "spark" in her when we put her in soccer. I would not say she is the best dancer or anything, but I will say she gives it everything she has. She can't wait for class each week and even starts a countdown of days until class every week. The parents have to stay in the waiting area, but I always peak up on her a few times and I tear up every time because of how focused and happy she is. Obviously, I am very proud and really just overjoyed to see her so happy. Her dedication, again, just reminds me of Dad B.
There are other behaviors that I just need to note as well. I am pretty sure most kids her age are like that of a "sponge." She is learning so much in school and in life and is literally starving for knowledge. Around Valentine's Day, she became obsessed with the heart. The red hearts that she draws as well as the human organ. She first started asking questions about how it works, then resorted to watching actual videos on the iPad of a human heart pumping. She and Greg viewed tons of videos and day after day, she requested more. Now, last night, we had our normal bedtime talk before the girls went to sleep. Greg and I take turns laying in their room for a few minutes each night (Camryn and Brielle share a room). Here is how the conversation went last night:
Brielle: Evy and Abby (our neighbors) rhyme, right?
Me: No, the ending sound is the same, but the vowel sound is different.
(There was more explanation on this, but it's not that relevant to the main point of this dialogue)
Camryn: Black and Plaque rhyme, right?
Me: Yep
Camryn: Ladder and Bladder rhyme, right?
Me: Uh yes, yes they do
Brielle: Camryn, "bladder" isn't a word, so that doesn't count
Me: Actually, yes it is a word
Brielle: What's a bladder?
Me: Well, it's an organ inside your body--kind of like the heart
Brielle: What color is it?
Me: I don't know, probably reddish, like the heart
Brielle: What's it for?
Me: When you drink liquids, your body uses up the nutrients it needs, then the rest go into your bladder and that is when you have to pee---to empty your bladder.
(I know, my medical knowledge is impressive, isn't it? Ha).
Brielle: Mommy, I know what I'm asking for for Christmas next year
Me: What?
Brielle: A machine so I can look inside the body
Me: Hm, I don't know if Santa has those or not.
Brielle: I thought Santa's elves could make anything
Me: Maybe....
Camryn: Who makes covers?
Brielle: Who makes people?
Me: Okay, time for bed, girls, no more talking.........
Do normal five-year-olds have this much interest in the body and how it works?
Also, yesterday, Brielle came home with a drawing of a submarine with her as the captain. (So random). She told me she drew that because she wants to be the captain of a submarine. I told her we'll have to go on that ride next time we go to Disney. She snapped back that she doesn't want to go in a fake one--she wants to go in the real ocean. Oh....sorry....sure. Maybe.
Lastly, she tells us on at least a bi-weekly basis that she has no interest in getting married and most assuredly does not want to ever change her name from Bayly.
Ah....I have no idea what's in store for this little one, but I'm pretty sure she's going to do impressive things. ;)
I'll have to give a profile update on Camryn and Kendall soon because they are equally fascinating (to me anyway), but in totally different ways.
In conclusion, my kids are awesome.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Literature and Life
Well it's almost spring and I'm therefore beginning to come back to life. My daffodils have just started peaking up out of the dreary mulch and we have been outside a few times in the past few weeks, which is truly invigorating. We pretty much do not go outside from Christmas until about mid-March every year. It really does begin to take a toll on one's soul! As much as I love our little life here, I long to live some place where we could be outside all year long. (Yes, I'm longing....so dramatic).
Speaking of drama, the literature lessons I teach to my students year after year continue to get me. I think it's safe to say that I have not only chosen the right career, but also the right subject area. We English teachers take a lot of heat when it comes to school performance, and it definitely sucks at times, but how could any other subject be so important? I get to teach students how to write, how to think critically and how to read. We talk about themes, analyzing character, figurative language....I really do love it. I really do like to think that my students get some important life messages out of the literature we read and discuss. We just finished reading Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl and I cried all over again. My students felt it, too. It's crazy to be reading the words of a real person...someone their age. So full of life and love. The day we finished it in class, I couldn't shake it. I even lost some sleep that night....feeling such deep sorrow for Anne and her family. I just cannot imagine what she went through when she was ripped from her life in the Annexe. I think all this stuff becomes heavier when you have kids of your own. Everything we read in class has so many new meanings for me now that I am a mother.
And that Atticus Finch....what a man. My students were so focused on him as such a hero. It always makes me a little sad because I know that so many of my students do not have active father figures in their lives. I guess I can just hope and pray that by them admiring Attitcus Finch qualities, they may develop some of them...
Of course I have many updates and stories about my three princesses and I'm hoping to have a few more free moments to write in the next two weeks, but I want to close this entry with one more literary favorite of mine. I just love the message here. Enjoy. "Spend all you have for loveliness."
Speaking of drama, the literature lessons I teach to my students year after year continue to get me. I think it's safe to say that I have not only chosen the right career, but also the right subject area. We English teachers take a lot of heat when it comes to school performance, and it definitely sucks at times, but how could any other subject be so important? I get to teach students how to write, how to think critically and how to read. We talk about themes, analyzing character, figurative language....I really do love it. I really do like to think that my students get some important life messages out of the literature we read and discuss. We just finished reading Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl and I cried all over again. My students felt it, too. It's crazy to be reading the words of a real person...someone their age. So full of life and love. The day we finished it in class, I couldn't shake it. I even lost some sleep that night....feeling such deep sorrow for Anne and her family. I just cannot imagine what she went through when she was ripped from her life in the Annexe. I think all this stuff becomes heavier when you have kids of your own. Everything we read in class has so many new meanings for me now that I am a mother.
And that Atticus Finch....what a man. My students were so focused on him as such a hero. It always makes me a little sad because I know that so many of my students do not have active father figures in their lives. I guess I can just hope and pray that by them admiring Attitcus Finch qualities, they may develop some of them...
Of course I have many updates and stories about my three princesses and I'm hoping to have a few more free moments to write in the next two weeks, but I want to close this entry with one more literary favorite of mine. I just love the message here. Enjoy. "Spend all you have for loveliness."
Barter (Sarah Teasdale)
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Galloping Hill Road
Around the holidays, my good friend, Jen, was home from Colorado. Her parents still live in the area where we grew up and I always take the girls over when she is home so our kids can play together and we can all can hang out. Even though we (Greg, kids and I) now live in the same county where I grew up, I do not often go any where near my old house. I'm not sure why? I guess because I really don't have any reason to do so. Anyway, there is a Miranda Lambert song that I happen to love and it always makes me think about my old house. So when the girls and I left Jen's parents home last month, I decided to take them by my old house.
This is the house that I came home to from the hospital when I was born. This is where I learned to ride a bike, play piano, play basketball, swim, etc. This is where I left from to walk to the bus stop every day for 14 years (we had pre K). This is where my first boyfriend picked me up for my first date and my first prom. This is where I lived when I graduated from high school. This is where home was when I graduated from college. My room was the window upstairs on the right. When my older brothers moved out, I got the room on the left for a couple years. This was a great home. We were on an acre of land, there was a farm in the distant back of the house, we had a pool, a giant garden and really nice grass. My best friends lived on the same street and we spent our summers catching lightening bugs and digging up worms and our winters sledding down the giant hill behind the McGuire's house.
My parents sold this house just a few months before I met Greg. So when he met my parents, they were living in our beach house while they worked on building their new house in Bethany Beach, DE. I definitely remember feeling weird when I brought him "home" to my parents. I sort of wish he could have seen us all in this home for at least a little while. I have such great childhood memories and for some reason, I still dream about this house a lot. I have the most vivid dreams where I can just feel the kitchen floor on my bare feet. I can still hear the sounds of closet doors opening and my mom singing in the kitchen. Everything about this house is just so deeply carved in my memory and even if I don't think I am thinking about it, I guess I am because I dream about it constantly.
I never really felt too much sadness when they left because they at least moved to our other hometown---Bethany, where we spent our summers since I was in the 7th grade. So, I do feel like their new home is my home, too, but nothing replace this home. This is the home where my Mom was the happiest ever. It's the home where my Dad was active and busy. I guess I just feel like the parents that shaped me and raised me are still in that home and not so much in the Bethany house. My children's grandparents live in Bethany Beach. My parents lived here, on Galloping Hill Road.
Anyway, here are the song lyrics to add to the melodrama of my post:
"The House That Built Me"
I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
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