When the daffodils bloom

For the last few years my mother in law has been buying daffodil bulbs and has planted them all along the hill. She likes to call it daffodil hill. :) They start at the bottom where it is clear, as you can see and pretty much go all the way up to the farm. She has planted some by Chip's stone house you can see above, and along the flagpole, etc. She ordered a bunch more and thinks she has planted over a thousand bulbs. I took this picture for her, and a bunch of others, and would like to put them in a frame. I think she would like that.



Last year Adam kept asking, when is the baby coming, when is the baby coming? And my mother-in-law would say, "When the daffodils bloom." This year I am having a hard time with the daffodils blooming.



Last year the daffodils came and went actually. :) You can see that this picture was taken on April 8, today is the 20th and they are still in bloom. We had that really hot streak last year for a couple of days, right around April 28 if I remember when I was due. And Anna decided to hold out until May 3rd.



I basically think I have been in denial about her birthday. It's just in a week or so, and I have refused to think about it until recently. I just thought about the fact that I am going to order her a cake from my very good friend that makes beautiful cakes. And our family just picked out the date that we are going to celebrate it. (The day before is my grandfather's 92nd and Anna shares the day with my dad so we have a busy few days). I also need to put in some thought of what I want to get her. But I am very reluctant to turn that calendar to May.



Here are some ways I am convincing myself she is still a baby:

-She keeps her hands in fists (I mean not always but you know when you're a baby and your hands are in the rested state and they are in fist form?) She still does that.
-She looks like a baby.
-She talks like a baby.
-She doesn't have many teeth.
-She doesn't have a lot of hair.
- Her legs are still a little bow-legged.
-She can't walk.
-She takes two naps.
-She sleeps in a crib.
-She doesn't wear shoes for the traditional purpose.

So now that I am done convincing myself, I hope I can enjoy the special day with my BABY daughter. I love her to pieces. She melts my heart. I will post some pictures of her big day in a few weeks. :)

What Anna has been up to

Job status

I am happy to report that I still have a job. Unfortunately for a lot of people, they lost their jobs on Friday. If you would like to read an article in a local newspaper, here is the link below:

http://www.sc-democrat.com/news/0003March/26/news.htm


Three administrators are being cut, 35 teachers (with an aditional 11 retiring) and 12 support staff as well as a school is closing. We lost 8 teachers in our building alone I think, about 20 elementary in the district. It has been very stressful for a lot of people at work and it is very sad knowing that great teachers are being lost, and the probability of them finding a job anywhere soon is slim. Next year will be a very interesting year since we will be getting students from another school, and losing students as well. I will keep you posted if anything changes. We still have a buget to pass and that may make even more things change.

A year ago

Isn't the above quote the truth? I just found that and I LOVE it!!!!

For some reason the other day I pulled out the book in which I had made this blog made into. The book went from September '08 until just a few days before Anna was born, so it was about the end of April '09. It was fun to look at. The majority of it was about my pregnancy and I realized a few things. One- I made a lot of grammatical errors so I apologize for that. Two- I am kinda anal. When I was reading over my 'To-Do' list before I had Anna and all the things I wanted to get done and had already done, I was almost annoyed at myself. But anyway, I came across this post which is almost exactly one year ago:

http://farmkids-julie.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-change.html

I decided I wanted to write my thoughts about teaching and the effect it has had on our family and I since I found out that I was getting back into it after being home for four and a half years.

As you have figured out by now by reading my blog or just knowing me for an extended amount of time, I am a planner. I have an idea of how I want my life to go on a larger scale as in years and years. And I also plan what I am going to have for dinner each night and what day I go to the grocery store. I like to be in control of these things and I feel that if I have a plan and make it happen, my life will be less stressful in the long run. Teaching is all about planning. Well, maybe it is for me anyway. People may say that cooking doesn't take any planning either but for me it obviously does. I have to know what I am teaching a week in advance or I feel completely frazzled. I think this is one reason why I like teaching though, I am in control of what I do in my classroom. I call the shots, I plan what we are doing, and it has a constant flow to it. One friend posted on facebook she is never bored when she goes to work, and if that ain't the truth! Teaching is most definitely not boring, and it has sort of a quick pace which I enjoy. Staying home with the kids DEFINITELY does not have a quick pace to it.

I think that as much as I would hate to admit it, I enjoy going to work more than staying home. I also truly believe that God is looking out for me, knows what I can handle and knows what is best for me. I think He knew that having Anna and staying home with all three kids would have put me over the edge. I think He gave me an out before I knew what I was in for. And I think that He knows that I really enjoyed my job and this was a perfect way for me to keep all my family members alive. :)

I do get stressed some days, and I do have bad days at work. I am tired sometimes and I welcome a snow day now and again. But I am genuinely happy at work. There is not another profession I would choose for myself. Sometimes I wish I did things a little differently in my classroom, or my lessons don't go as I had planned but I am striving to do better and I think I will.

My kids don't seem any worse for the wear. They still are here on the farm every day, out in the barn, doing their thing. Chip is home 2-3 days a week. Life is fine. I am a little sad that I can't take Van and Anna to The Little Gym like I did with Adam. And I do sometimes wonder if I 'missing' their baby years. But I work 180 days a year, I am here for half of it.

And with that said, a year after I make the choice of going back to work, I find out, there is a good possibility that I may not have a job next year. I don't know if you have been reading the local papers lately but Monticello Central School District (and I guess other schools in the state as well) are losing A LOT of aid. From the meetings I went to, I guess Monticello is being cut by 4.5 million dollars. We are being told that one of the elementary buildings may be closing. I would like to think that we will know this in about a month or so. Our principal and superintendent said that there will be 30 elementary teachers being cut possibly. Of course this goes by seniority, not buildings so even if another elementary building gets closed in our district, they will let go from the bottom There are about 130 elementary teachers in our district (if I read the seniority list correctly). Someone in our building said that is every fourth grade teacher in our building except for one! I am about 22 up from the bottom. Teachers in our district are in a panic not knowing if they will have a job next year or not. If I don't have a job, I sincerely believe that is God's will. Adam will be in school all day next year, I will be home with my other two kids. Maybe it would be His way of saying, 'Hey, you can handle it now. I'll take care of the rest.' I am not sure. I have a peace about it. I am not going to worry about it until I am really told one way or another. I went to one meeting where there were over 100 people. Residents are upset that a school may be closing and rightfully so. I don't know the answer. Our superintendent also has the reputation for getting everyone in a tizzy, and then miraculously making everything better. So we'll see. What will be will be. And I will be doing another post if anything drastically changes. :)

The incident

So after a long five days of snowstorms, we had a pretty relaxing Sunday. We went to church, I came home and cleaned the house. Van and Anna took their naps and I was pretty tired too because for some reason, Anna took to waking up at 5:30. I thought that was going to be her new wake up time but as soon as I went back to work, it resumed to the 6:15-6:30 routine. Anyway, all was going well, I had just cleaned the house and was looking forward to some down time, I took a little rest on the couch when Anna and Van did too. Then we lost power. Everyone had woken up at that point and I changed Anna's diaper. I went upstairs to call my mom since our phone wasn't working downstairs because we didn't have power. Van asked if he could put the powder away after I changed Anna and I said yes. I took Anna upstairs and called my mom.

Well, I get downstairs after the phone call and you can see above what had happened. Apparently, the powder didn't make it back to it's designated location. I was peeved to say the least. I couldn't vacuum it because we didn't have powder and even so, it wouldn't have been the best choice because fine dust like that shouldn't enter the vacuum. I opened up all the windows in the house because it was in the air, and I didn't want everybody breathing it. But then everybody got cold. I shouldn't have run the water but I did just a little because I had to wipe it up somehow. My now clean house was no more and since it was Sunday around 4ish and we didn't have electric, it wasn't getting really clean again any time soon. The boys were just absolutely covered. I had to wash Van's eyelids. I think they learned their lesson. They went to bed without stories that night and a half hour earlier than normal.

Three of my favorite things

Adam-

We have Adam reading now and Chip taught him about exclamation points and question marks. Whenever he comes to an exclamation point now he SCREAMS! It's pretty funny. All I can think of right now is there is this one sentence that is, "You can too!" And of course he says, "You can TOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It's pretty deafening actually.


Van-

Something Van has started saying which I guess he has picked up from Adam who I think picked it up from me is, "Actually" As in, "Van, do you want a peanut butter sandwich or pizza." And he will say, "A peanut butter sandwich. Actually, pizza." It's cute. He says it several times a day.

Anna-

I totally get that my kids, (Anna included) are like in the 10th percentile for weight. Anna weighed in at 16.5 pounds at her 9 month appointment and she was like 9 and a half months. But anyway. I love her fat hands and feet. The little dimples in her knuckles and the way I have to dig in between each finger go get the grime out is just cute to me. And her toes are like CRAMMED on her feet. They look so fat like they can't even move. Very cute.

Happy Birthday Adam!

My Adam is five years old this year. I like this picture of him because he is laughing and it was one of the ones we were trying to take for the Christmas photo. I know I used to say that I always think of their birthdays when it gets to American Idol time and this year I haven't been watching it so it didn't really strike a chord with me.

One thing that I always forget about, but am then reminded of it at the time is the 'Sullivan County Heart-a-thon'. I remember clear as day when I was pregnant with Adam and on bedrest I guess (I was taken out of work and put on bedrest for high blood pressure, even though I never asked for the REAL meaning of bed-rest, I just sort of took it easy), I was up in what is now Anna's room, but was my computer and craft area, on the floor making scrapbook pages waiting for his arrival. I had the radio on the floor as well and I was listening to the heart-a-thon because they put it on each year. This year, the heart-a-thon is tomorrow.

Adam is a great kid. I got a letter from a parent this year explaining to me about her daughter which I was about to have her in class. (Which I don't recommend from a teacher's perspective.) But anyway, I remember her saying, 'You will never have a problem with 'Maude'.' I am not saying that just because a parent says that, that is always the case. I had another parent tell me this year that her daughter is the smartest kid I'll ever have. Another thing I don't recommend, and in this case, is NOT true. But anyway, I feel that way about Adam and the first parent. I don't think anybody will ever have a problem with him and his behavior. He is a good boy, he listens and has a strong conviction of what is right and wrong. And he is pretty smart I might say because I am his mom. But never would I ever say he's the smartest kid anybody will ever have. Are you kidding me with these people?

Five years old is an awesome age I have decided. (And I am a pretty big fan of three too, but I won't get into that now.) They can use the bathroom, put on their shoes, pick up their toys, play together, watch a show while you take a shower, do crafts, go to fun places. I am LOVING this age range. Adam loves to play with all of his trucks and farm equipment. I am really happy he is still at this stage in his life. Honestly, for Christmas we got him some transformer things and Batman things because it seemed like he was interested it in. But he doesn't play with any of that stuff and that kinda makes me happy. I think he'll have time for all of that and the Bakugan stuff or whatever it is in a couple of years. I think he's a genuine five and I like that. We are planning on going to Sesame Place this year again. He still sleeps with Elmo each night and would be upset if he were missing but I don't think he responds to the show as he used to. My oldest boy. Last night he was buttering up to me. He was saying that I make the best food and do the best things and am the best mom and when he dies he wants to be between me and Daddy. Huh? How did that one get thrown in there? He's a piece of work and I love him.