19 years ago today, we welcomed my son, Brendan, into the world! It is amazing to see just what a compassionate, dedicated, hard working man he is becoming. Here is an acrostic poem for him:
Bright, blue eyes eager to please.
Ready to defend others feelings.
Enjoys sushi, gaming, and being with family.
Not the neatest bedroom in the house.
Does his best to help whenever he can.
Academics are important and he is working hard in his classes.
Never leaves the house without giving me a hug!
I love my son more than there are moons and stars up in the sky!
Happy Birthday, Brendan
This past Sunday we celebrated Mother’s Day. My husband and children spoiled me! A yummy breakfast and lunch at home, followed by dinner at a restaurant; a surprise visit from my oldest, and super precious gifts.
But I think the best gift this weekend was from my husband. He gave up an entire day to drive out to my Mom’s house to work. We worked, and worked, and worked all around her house. This is the second Spring since my Dad died, and a lot did not get done last year. Partly because we didn’t know what he did every year, partly because my Mom wasn’t ready to do anything he would have normally done.
When I asked Joel if we could go out to the lake to help my mom, he didn’t hesitate. I don’t think either of us realized just how massive of a list she would have waiting. We did everything from changing a light bulb, to cleaning out the gutters, to raking out the beach front…oh, and the mulch!
A two hour drive out to the lake to work, another two hour drive home! Our own spring cleaning will happen over the next few weekends. But, for now, things are caught up at my Mom’s house. It felt good to be able to help her. It was even better because the most amazing man I know was there right along with me!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Thanks for the fantastic Mother’s Day, Hon!
This is the time of year teachers love and fear all at the same time! This is the time of year for teachers to see the fruits of their labor.
Readers are reading and applying the strategies we have taught.
Writers are writing and conveying meaning through their own words.
Mathematicians are calculating and making sense of numbers.
Scientists are formulating theories and finding ways to make sense of their world.
Students are learning about the places where they live; the cities, states and countries around us in Social Studies.
Teachers have planted a garden in each student that entered his or her room.
Teachers have tended to that garden of readers, writers, mathematicians, scientists and Social Studies learners (what do you call them? Socialists just doesn’t seem right.)
Teachers prune, nurture and watch over that garden of learners all year long.
Now it is time to step back in amazement to see how far all of the students have come. How much growth they have made, and celebrate!
Happy National Teacher Appreciation Day!
Sunday started like any other Sunday. I went to pour my husband and I coffee, when a strange smell hit me near the fridge. A kind of burning oder. I opened the door to get the creamer, and the smell nearly knocked me down!
It was like something burning, kind of like when a fluorescent light socket goes bad. One light bulb was out, and the other was super hot and arching. For fear of a fire, we unplugged it and quickly moved everything to the basement refrigerator. (Sorry beer and pop….)
So, now for the new kitchen workout plan. Simply keep your fridge in the basement! You get quite the stair stepping workout when cooking any meal. Think you have everything to prep for dinner? You probably don’t! Back down the stairs to grab the butter….oops, forgot the shredded cheese. Oh… now you need milk?
This could be the next big thing in excercise plans, and you read it here first!
This is my symbolizm of sadness, joy and hope.
This plot of dirt was once the site of a 25 foot Sugar Maple tree.
JOY: My nana gave my husband and I the tree as a housewarming gift. Who knew that a 4 foot tree would grow into a giant that would have its mighty roots push up against our house.
SADNESS: To save the foundation of our house, we had to cut the tree down a few years after my Nana died. We had to give up the Nana tree.
JOY: This weekend we dug, and dug, and dug the remaining roots out of the ground and found an old sprinkler line that the roots choked off (that’s not the joy yet). We also found where my Dad rerouted the line. His handy work lies beneath the lawn. The joy is memories of him healthy and getting dirty doing home repairs.
SADNESS: My dad passed away two winters ago.
HOPE: This plot of dirt will soon be a new garden. A garden full of promise. A place where I can tend the plants and talk to my Dad and my Nana. A hopeful sign that life goes on.
Tuesday night is the night I teach religious ed to a group of fourth graders. The weather has been warm and sunny, so I decided that we would take advantage of the welcoming signs of spring. We were going to do an activity outside by the pond.
We set out for our destination; a beautiful gazebo over looking the glassy pond. We just got settled when we heard a commotion coming toward us! It was a huge Canadian Goose, and he did not look happy. I thought he would come to the edge of the water and just stare at us.
No, not his plan! We were in his space, and he kept marching, yes, marching up to us. I looked to the other side of the benches and noticed another goose settled onto a nest. They must have just laid their eggs. Well- so much for an outside lesson by the pond! Papa Goose followed us as we scampered back inside.
We improvised and found a different space to do our lesson. Happy honking Goose family!
Spring break is finally here! While many of my friends are off traveling to warm, sunny shores, I am at home catching up….
- catching up on phone calls
- catching up on reading with my daughter
- catching up on cleaning the basement
- catching up on cleaning the closets
- catching up on spending time with my husband
- catching up on reading for pleasure
- catching up on school work
- catching up with family
- catching up on tv shows
I am so grateful for the time I have to catch up on the necessities of life.