Well, I have officially put my first week of teaching PE behind me, and am moving on to a 4 day weekend!! I think they scheduled school to start like this on purpose, because if I had to go back on Monday, I might not show up. Just kidding...mostly.
Actually, I had a pretty great week. Mostly exhausting because I have almost no breaks all day long, but once you get past that, the variety of ages and abilities makes it interesting, if nothing else. So it was good. I learned a lot about my job, and now have a long weekend to get ready for the next several weeks. I didn't want to plan tons ahead of time, because I wasn't sure how the classes would work. Anyhow, it will be a great year. I can tell :D
As we were leaving from our daycare, Bishop was shouting "BYE!!" loudly to Amanda's littlest girl Grace. Finally he stopped shouting, and told me that telling her 'bye' makes him feel better. I asked him if he enjoyed getting to play at Amanda's today (he only goes to school Monday-Wednesday), and he said yes, that he had missed Grace. And that he and Grace are getting married. And that he asked her to marry him, and she said yes. And that made him really happy.
So cute. Another cute development? Cadence has discovered dress up shoes. I had to force her out of them before we left Amanda's, and carry her kicking and screaming to the car. Because of the shoes. Now, a good pair of shoes are worth some kicking and screaming, but, come on. She wasn't even wearing the same colors. Sheesh. Girls are just so dramatic. As an aside, Cadence, as you might guess, is doing excellent after her trauma of the weekend. Absolutely no outwards signs or symptoms that she got rocked.
She has also taken up a love of Superman. And Spiderman. And anything she can get excited about super hero wise. She currently runs around the corner of the hall, and I have to say, (you guessed it) "Whose going to save us?!" and she comes galloping out, usually carrying the Superman dvd, and then I have to say, "Superman!!" or Super Cadence or some other variation that includes super in it. And she gasps in a high pitched baby voice "Super!"
Incredibly cute.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Nothing terrifies you like children
You really never realize how scary things are until they happen to your children. For example, I can remember when I broke my arm as a child, and I don't remember anything other than it really hurt and the emergency room took basically my whole life to get the cast on and everything. Also that I now dislike X-rays because the sadist operating the machine kept wanting me to twist my arm so they could get a better picture. Yeah right. They probably just wanted me to put back into place myself with all the twisting. The point is, I am sure my parent's were more scared that I was, something that never occurred to me until I became a parent. Now, my dear oldest child has never had a trip to the ER, though I get the feeling like a broken bone is probably in his near future from all his SuperMan stunts.
Which brings us to today, and our first ever trip to the ER for my daughter. Who is only 20 months old.
Terrifying. I still feel sick to my stomach. I don't know how paramedic's deal with their job, other than just distancing themselves...especially with children.
Ok, here's the story. So we had the church picnic today, and after everyone finished eating, I took Cadence home to grab a change of clothes and refill her sippy. She fell asleep in the car, and I woke her up when we got back to the church. Anyways, we were standing, watching Zach play football, when someone threw a pass to a young man, who ran to catch it, and in doing so, turned, hit Cadence, and literally rocked her world. She flew end over end a couple times, and landed on her back. Of course, I ran over and grabbed her, which, at that point, she was unconscious. If you have ever held an unconscious child, you know how scary this is. She wasn't responding for what seemed like forever, but really was only about 10-15 seconds. She finally started blinking, and didn't want to really wake up. She did start making little crying sounds (silent children are far worse than crying children, take my word for it) but no where near loud or enough, especially for the drama queen she is. When she finally started perking up, we decided to take her to the ER to be checked out. Of course I called my brother for his (mostly) expert advice, and sure enough, she is ok. She does have a mild concussion and will probably have a black eye. As long as she doesn't start throwing up in the next few hours, we should be okay.
But sheesh, that scared a few years off my life.
Which brings us to today, and our first ever trip to the ER for my daughter. Who is only 20 months old.
Terrifying. I still feel sick to my stomach. I don't know how paramedic's deal with their job, other than just distancing themselves...especially with children.
Ok, here's the story. So we had the church picnic today, and after everyone finished eating, I took Cadence home to grab a change of clothes and refill her sippy. She fell asleep in the car, and I woke her up when we got back to the church. Anyways, we were standing, watching Zach play football, when someone threw a pass to a young man, who ran to catch it, and in doing so, turned, hit Cadence, and literally rocked her world. She flew end over end a couple times, and landed on her back. Of course, I ran over and grabbed her, which, at that point, she was unconscious. If you have ever held an unconscious child, you know how scary this is. She wasn't responding for what seemed like forever, but really was only about 10-15 seconds. She finally started blinking, and didn't want to really wake up. She did start making little crying sounds (silent children are far worse than crying children, take my word for it) but no where near loud or enough, especially for the drama queen she is. When she finally started perking up, we decided to take her to the ER to be checked out. Of course I called my brother for his (mostly) expert advice, and sure enough, she is ok. She does have a mild concussion and will probably have a black eye. As long as she doesn't start throwing up in the next few hours, we should be okay.
But sheesh, that scared a few years off my life.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
And that's how my life unravels like yarn
Actually, my life hasn't unraveled, Cadence just destroyed a skein of yarn while I was cooking dinner. Which teaches me several lessons about kids and life
1. They must be watched at all times (*snort* Yeah right)
2. Why am I even cooking while Zach is away? (the question of the hour)
Really the second one is the real issue. Bishop is claiming to be starving (pah.) so I am making his favorite, spaghetti, cause I am a good mama like that. Also, I am going to save the leftovers for dinner tomorrow, since there is NO way we will eat it all. So it is a win/win situation. Except for the yarn. Which didn't win. THIS is why mommy doesn't make you anything, Cadence. You destroy everything I love.
Anyways, I had an epiphany today while walking back from the park. Actually, I have had this epiphany before, so I am not sure if it is still considered an epiphany or a discovery I already made...regardless.
So Bishop has been AWESOME on his bike the last couple of weeks, and really wanted to ride his bike to the park. So he rode his bike, and I pushed Cadence in the double stroller. We get to the park, ride around on the walking paths, then decide to head home. Well, in order to get home, we have to cross Locust, which is a pretty busy street. So I have Bishop get off his bike, on the stroller, and I carry the bike and push the stroller across the street. Because I am just that awesome of a mom.
Anyways, we get across the street, I put B's bike on the sidewalk, he starts to get on, but because it is a slanted driveway, ends up falling over. So I help him back on, and pull on the stroller to keep it close to me, and Cadence, who was in the Stand part of the Sit 'n Stand, promptly fell off and whacked her head on the cement. Proud mom moment.
So I pick her up, check her for bleeding, make sure her eyes look normal (not over/under dilated=concussion) while she screams. Because she tends to scream about most personal injuries. Meanwhile, Bishop is ready to go, and starts off. So I decide to just carry Cadence until she calms down.
And as I am struggling with the crying/clinging baby and pushing a double stroller, it occurred to me how silly we must look. Bishop riding his bike like a pro, me pushing an empty, big, unneeded, bulky, (insert awkwardly large adjective here), while trying to calm down my girl.
I am sure no one really noticed. Actually, I am pretty sure it was all in my head, but I just kept thinking how silly we (ahem, I) must look. And I kept explaining to myself, and all the judgy people who can hear my thoughts (read: no one) that the stroller is necessary. Because if I didn't have the stroller, I would be holding a screaming baby, a blanket, a diaper bag, lunch bags, and an untold number of sippy cups/water bottles, random crap that my kids feel are needed to leave the house. It may have also occurred to me that if I didn't have the stroller, I wouldn't have a screaming baby. Because she wouldn't have fallen. But logic like that doesn't occur to you when you are one handed shoving a stroller across the ridiculous re-surfacing that they are doing to all of the roads.
Oh, and the epiphany? Lets just add this to the list of things I NEVER thought I would do before I was a parent. We will just add between washing poop out of the bath, and having my leg licked while I am making dinner. Licked by my child.
1. They must be watched at all times (*snort* Yeah right)
2. Why am I even cooking while Zach is away? (the question of the hour)
Really the second one is the real issue. Bishop is claiming to be starving (pah.) so I am making his favorite, spaghetti, cause I am a good mama like that. Also, I am going to save the leftovers for dinner tomorrow, since there is NO way we will eat it all. So it is a win/win situation. Except for the yarn. Which didn't win. THIS is why mommy doesn't make you anything, Cadence. You destroy everything I love.
Anyways, I had an epiphany today while walking back from the park. Actually, I have had this epiphany before, so I am not sure if it is still considered an epiphany or a discovery I already made...regardless.
So Bishop has been AWESOME on his bike the last couple of weeks, and really wanted to ride his bike to the park. So he rode his bike, and I pushed Cadence in the double stroller. We get to the park, ride around on the walking paths, then decide to head home. Well, in order to get home, we have to cross Locust, which is a pretty busy street. So I have Bishop get off his bike, on the stroller, and I carry the bike and push the stroller across the street. Because I am just that awesome of a mom.
Anyways, we get across the street, I put B's bike on the sidewalk, he starts to get on, but because it is a slanted driveway, ends up falling over. So I help him back on, and pull on the stroller to keep it close to me, and Cadence, who was in the Stand part of the Sit 'n Stand, promptly fell off and whacked her head on the cement. Proud mom moment.
So I pick her up, check her for bleeding, make sure her eyes look normal (not over/under dilated=concussion) while she screams. Because she tends to scream about most personal injuries. Meanwhile, Bishop is ready to go, and starts off. So I decide to just carry Cadence until she calms down.
And as I am struggling with the crying/clinging baby and pushing a double stroller, it occurred to me how silly we must look. Bishop riding his bike like a pro, me pushing an empty, big, unneeded, bulky, (insert awkwardly large adjective here), while trying to calm down my girl.
I am sure no one really noticed. Actually, I am pretty sure it was all in my head, but I just kept thinking how silly we (ahem, I) must look. And I kept explaining to myself, and all the judgy people who can hear my thoughts (read: no one) that the stroller is necessary. Because if I didn't have the stroller, I would be holding a screaming baby, a blanket, a diaper bag, lunch bags, and an untold number of sippy cups/water bottles, random crap that my kids feel are needed to leave the house. It may have also occurred to me that if I didn't have the stroller, I wouldn't have a screaming baby. Because she wouldn't have fallen. But logic like that doesn't occur to you when you are one handed shoving a stroller across the ridiculous re-surfacing that they are doing to all of the roads.
Oh, and the epiphany? Lets just add this to the list of things I NEVER thought I would do before I was a parent. We will just add between washing poop out of the bath, and having my leg licked while I am making dinner. Licked by my child.
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