Dear last three years. Even though you were trying and hard on me and my family – physically, emotionally, and spiritually – I just want to say thank you. Thank you for the experiences. Thank you for showing us that … Continue reading
This little face pulls my heart strings. This little face calls me near. This little face longs for snuggles. I can’t sweet boy – its time for work. Oh to leave responsibilities behind and hold you close all day. Forget … Continue reading
Snow is beautiful when you can stay inside and watch it fall all day long. But then it stops. Then comes the clawing at the walls around you feeling. One day off work is fun… but the next day? Keeping the toddler distracted. Too cold to actually go outside and play in the snow. Ugh. Finding yourself cleaning things and not relaxing. Finding yourself easily irritated by those around you in the house that is becoming smaller and smaller by the hour. That was me!
Having off for MLK day and then two snow days following sent my need to be moving and thinking self into overdrive. The first snow day found us doing arts and crafts, enjoying movies, snacking on food, playing outside and snuggles on the couch. BUT I soon found myself overdosed on episodes of Super Hero Squad cartoons as well as Dawson Creek episodes on Netflix. The couch became uncomfortable, the kid became intolerable and the fridge’s contents were not appealing by the end of the second snow day. Amazing how much can change in a day when you don’t have the option to go anywhere!
My office felt welcoming against the cold and gray outside this morning. Cheers to being back!
Oh boy. My little boy has turned four. The beginning of this month found us celebrating Connor’s fourth birthday. Super heroes have taken up residence in our house. His face is changing, his voice is changing from baby to little boy and he’s grown an inch in the last six months. Watching his personality come through and take shape each day can be challenging and rewarding all at the same time. Here’s is 4 year old interview compared to his 3 year old interview.
What is your name?
4 year old: C-o-n-n-o-r, Connor
3 year old: I don’t know, um Connor
How old are you?
4 year old: 4 (holding up four fingers)
3 year old: I don’t know, um 3
What is your favorite color?
4 year old: Red
3 year old: Red
Who is your best friend?
4 year old: Riley
3 year old: Mickey Mouse
What is your favorite animal?
4 year old: T-Rex
3 year old: Ducky
What are you favorite movies?
4 year old: The Avengers (cartoon)
3 year old: Cars
What are you favorite books?
4 year old: Coyote That Swallowed a Flea
3 year old: Lightening McQueen book
What makes you happy?
4 year old: Mickey Mouse
3 year old: Mickey Mouse
What makes you sad?
4 year old: Yelling (ouch…..)
3 year old: Seahorse (what???)
What is your most favorite food to eat?
4 year old: Shredded Chicken
3 year old: Pizza
What is your favorite song to sing?
4 year old: Animaniacs
3 year old: Old McDonald
What game(s) do you like to play?
4 year old: Hungry Hippos
3 year old: Color game (Candy Land)
I work for a community college in Maryland. While working here in the last two and half years I’ve learned the importance of being part of a community and learned that a person can wake up and love going to work every day. — Well most days. Those rainy days make it suck getting out of bed.
The college has a lot of events for staff/faculty/students and their families. Since I started working here I’ve taken Connor to events like Movie Under the Stars, Halloween Safe Night, Breakfast with Santa and Easter Egg Hunts. He’s also been to my office a couple of times so he knows where I “work” when I drop him off at daycare.
On Friday evening the college hosted the Kenya Safari Acrobats. I took Connor and he was amazed pretty much the whole time. The night ended with him and his friend dancing in the aisle and pretending to be acrobats. He even got to high-five the acrobats before we left.
I found myself sitting in the shade at lunch today in the back of a parking lot reading and enjoying my acorn squash soup. Mid-reading a thought popped into my head, “I wonder what Connor thinks I do all day at work.”
Does he think I have lunch with Santa?
Does he think I walk around building to building hunting for Easter Eggs?
Do I spend my weekly Wednesday morning meeting watching a movie out in the quad?
Do I find myself wandering a “haunted trail” put together in the dinning hall?
Do we have team building exercises with acrobats – stacking chairs and balancing on the tops of them?
I gave myself quite a giggle thinking of all the possibilities that could go through his head if he really ever stopped to think about it.
Everything mentioned above sounds like a blast. Maybe I should put in a request to my boss.
If there is one thing in the world I could eradicate, it would be glitter.
I cannot stand glitter. I haven’t been able to stand it my whole life. Just the thought of the feeling on my skin makes me shutter.
Birthday / Christmas / any holiday worthy card with glitter on it makes me gag – especially if I can feel the crunch of it in the envelope before I even open it.
I always thought this was something that would go away once I had a kid. I mean – having a kid pretty much means arts and crafts – arts and crafts means glitter. I did one glitter thing with Connor as a young toddler and that was it. I couldn’t do it. I threw it all out. There’s no glitter in our house. At least until this past Tuesday…
Oh TUESDAY. That beautiful day, Tuesday.
When I pick Connor up from daycare I usually take a quick peek in his “take home folder” from preschool to see what he did so I can ask questions about his day and get more of an “I did stuff” answer on the way home.
I opened the folder and glitter. Oh… LOTS of glitter. ALLLL right there in the crease, over other pages and the project itself. My breath caught and my skin crawled. The humor is he had been learning about the creation of earth and this was the worksheet for the 7th day. God rested. Well apparently, he rested in a pile of glitter.
I shook the folder out before going inside the house when we got home. But the infestation has begun… its on my kitchen counter, in his book bag, in my car and I caught glimpse of one on my hand this morning. God help us all – there will be no rest till its been purged from my home.