Sunday, January 22, 2012
We celebrated with a cookie cake at lunchtime on Friday (no cakes in the classroom in 2nd grade) and a girls-only ice skating party. By the end of the party the kids were hyped-up on sugar and the parents were exhausted; it passed the test of a good party. We celebrated as a family that evening and proved that Santa isn't the only one to deliver gifts. Sarah was spoiled by friends and family alike.
As for the rest of the house, we are all well. I survived my first 12-hour night shift (7p-7a) on Friday night (yes, right before the party). Besides being a little tired, it was a great first night on the hospital floor. I am splitting the rest of the semester between days and nights, so I expect to be tired until graduation. If you see me wandering around in a daze, please point me in the right direction and give me a little push.
Scott is busy at work, but also busy trying to ignore that his birthday is arriving in 10 days. He is turning 39! How did that happen? Weren't we just complaining about turning 29 yesterday? But the calendar doesn't lie and that big birthday is just around the corner. To soften the blow, we are headed out with friends next Friday night (thank Nana for babysitting).
Jaley is having fun in kindergarten. She was the "star student" last week (don't worry this isn't a brag - all the kids get to be star for a week). She made a poster and then her teacher and her classmates wrote a book that was about all of her. Plus the 100th day of school is coming up, complete with a t-shirt she decorated with 100 things (thanks again to Nana for doing that project when I was working).
And Mick, he is wild as usual. I have a lot to learn about raising a boy. It is a whole different world. He currently turns everything he can find into a "gun" and "shoots" us. I mean everything. He was "shooting" me with Jaley's fairy wand last night. Where did he learn that? Not from me. Or Scott. And definitely not from the girls. It must just be a boy thing.
And that is the news from the stroller lane.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Teacher: “Your little Mickey must really like Mickey Mouse.”
Me: “Yes, why do you ask?” Meanwhile, I’m thinking of course Mickey loves Mickey Mouse. He shares a name with Disney’s most treasured character and thinks the entire Disney Jr. channel is a personal serenade.
Teacher: “In class, we were asking the kids questions and having them respond. We asked, ’Who is the Son of God?’ All the kids shouted, ‘Jesus’, except Mick who shouted, ‘Mickey Mouse.’ We asked, ‘Who loves you?’ All the kids the shouted, ‘Jesus,’ except Mick who shouted, ‘Mickey Mouse.’ And so the class went.”
Me: I was laughing too hard to even respond.
I just love the things little kids say. It can be endearing, humorous, and embarrassing all in one sentence. Mick is going to grow up soon and stop considering a Mickey Mouse religious figure. Until then, I have to treasure these moments. It may not have made his Sunday school teacher happy, but Mick’s shout out sure cracked me up.
Now that we are back to the regular routine, we need all the humorous relief we can find. I am officially back to school tomorrow, but am already knee deep in assignments. The semester kicks off at 9AM tomorrow with a 3-hour comprehensive test, followed Tuesday with a multi-part practical exam – fun, fun. As busy as I am, I’m not the only one. Scott is on the 6AM flight to San Jose. Sarah is practicing for the class spelling bee. Heck, even the cats have vet appointments this week. Vacation is only a few days past, but it is already a memory.
As for the holidays, we squeezed in lots of fun into a short time. We visited with Mimi and Poppa and spent lots of extra time with Nana. Christmas was a hurricane of wrapping paper – which led to three very happy (and spoiled) kids. On New Year’s Eve we finally saw the Acorn drop in Downtown Raleigh, though we attended the early session and were home before 8:00pm. We ice skated, watched movies, and went to a kids museum. We slept in as late a Mick would allow. In the end, we tried to play as much as possible. We knew the holidays would be over soon, and play time would be a rare commodity once again.
While the New Year’s countdown is over, we have another countdown beginning. I have just one semester left of school. We are counting down these last 16 weeks and hoping life is a little less hectic in May. That is life in the stroller lane.