busy busy busy

This house has sure been keeping us busy, let me tell you! G & I decided that we did more in this house in two days this weekend than we did in four years at the other house (minus painting, of course!)! We hung curtains, paintings, pictures and mirrors. We unpacked tons of boxes and have enough of the garage cleared out to park a car in there. We hope to have the other side cleared out by the weekend so that both cars will fit! We dismantled all of the boxes that we have unpacked (probably about 50+) and took them back over to G's parents' barn for when his sister moves in a little over a month (wedding bells are ringing soon!).

So why don't you come on in and let me give you a (picture) tour!!!??

First, you walk in the foyer (oh look at the dirty floors! My parents are coming this weekend and I refuse to sweep or mop until the last minute since we're constantly moving stuff through there)...


















To the left of the foyer is G's messy office--oops did I really say that?? Ok, yes, I did - but I hate cords, wires and such just HANGING there - we need a solution to that ASAP!


















To the right of the foyer as you walk in is the dining room! You can see the lovely painting made by G's late grandmother, which we received from his grandfather as a wedding gift. We have to wait a year to paint because of nail pops, but when we get the chance, this room will be a nice, pale blue with blue and brown curtains.




































Next, we come to the living room. We got curtains for this room, but we have to wait for them to be hemmed since I couldn't find the right length. As per the advice of a co-worker of G's, we are going to paint the far-wall (opposite the sofa, where the TV is) a maroony-red color (which will stretch over to the breakfast nook) and then the rest of the walls either a pale, pale gold or a pale beige.



































Now comes the breakfast nook area - sorry this picture is so horribly blurry. I don't know why it did that.


















And now, the kitchen. It's a bit messy here (sorry), but you get the idea. It's definitely one of my favorite places in the house. In fact, I cooked some great meals (meatloaf and chicken parm) here over the weekend!



































Now, let's go upstairs, ok? Here is half of our lovely staircase!
























Here is my messy crafting room (as you can see, I just started setting this up late last night).


















And finally, the master bedroom, closet & bathroom! In the first picture, at the foot of the bed, you can see the beautiful hope chest that my grandparents made us for a wedding gift. My mom made us the quilt on the bed as a wedding gift! Don't we just have such crafty family members?? I think that gene skipped over me :(

And I don't know what's going on with the crazy shadows on the wall in the 2nd bathroom pic! I tried to re-take the pic 4 times and it still turned out that way! Sorry!























































































I spared showing you the pics of the other two bathrooms, the basement, the garage, and the 2 guest bedrooms They kind of all start looking the same, right? Maybe I'll post pics once we get the beds all set up, etc! I hope you enjoyed the tour of our home! Hopefully many of you can come visit soon!

moving...ugh

Moving is stressful...please bear with me...I am promising a blog post next week and maybe some pictures! Thanks for hanging in there!

Oh yeah, and for a fertility update, let's just say that even after 3 years, that nasty hope-bug bit me once again. AF was a week late (I've never had a cycle longer than 31 days) and I had had some mid-cycle spotting, so I decided to test the other day...BFN - what did I expect anyway? How silly of me! :( Still waiting on AF - CD37 - I am terrified that she's on her way out for good and I'm slipping into early menopause - please pray!

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

I'll try to update more later this week, but for now...here's what you get!

Our Home Sweet Home!


















And the new homeowners with their keys (terrible pic of me, sorry!)!

A few more house pics...

...from our quick visit yesterday. Would it be too much to do red in the kitchen? I really really want a red room...and all of my kitchen stuff is apples...

House & other odds & ends

Things have continued to be busy around here. G had a day off of school this week, so we took the opportunity to go to the furniture store and buy stuff...lots of stuff...probably too much stuff in this crazy economy, but they were giving us free financing until 2013, so we figured we couldn't pass up the opportunity. After we bought the furniture, we went to the insurance agent's place and signed paperwork to get our homeowner's insurance all lined up. We have to make lots of calls this week to get our electric in order, as well as the cable. We're still not sure yet what will happen with our internet situation, since we've heard that they don't offer DSL in the area...that's going to be a real bummer if we have to go back to dial-up since we don't want to pay for cable internet (too much $$$). We're probably going to go out some night this week to pick up paint swatches and try to figure out what we want to do there. I have general ideas of what colors I want everywhere. Just nothing concrete. I want a pale green-blue in our bathroom, the same gold we had in our old bedroom for our new one, light gray in G's office, a tan in the living room/breakfast nook, a nice red in the kitchen (if we can pull it off) and a light blue in the dining room. I just have a hard time picking the actual shade.

And now, some pictures...I will be adding more actual pics of the house as soon as G uploads them.

Here are the pieces to our dining room set. We bought the table/chairs & the side-board. G's mom & dad might be getting the china cabinet for us for our Christmas present.

Wow! It's been a while!

Sorry I've left you stranded again to read the same blog entry over and over (haha, yeah, like I'm sure any of you did that!)...work has been keeping me busy and exhausted! My 4 year olds continue to be awesome and amazing! And 5/6 of my 3 year olds make it easy to get up for work each day, too...One child (and his parent), however, have still been making my life crazy. Remember this parent that I introduced you to on Meet the Teacher Night? Well, let me tell you the newest adventures in preschooling and why she has single-handedly convinced me (not that I needed much convincing) that some people just should NOT have children...

On Tuesday, paperwork went home about our class field trip to the pumpkin patch. Most of the parents choose to attend with their child(ren) and it's a great bonding time and learning experience. There are three options listed on the permission slip concerning transportation to the field trip. The first option is to meet us at the preschool parking lot at 8:50AM & we'll all form a caravan to make the short trek to the pumpkin patch. The second option is to meet us at the pumpkin patch at 9:25. And the third and final option on the permission slip is for those parents who work and would like their children to be able to go, but need to render some form of transportation for getting them to and from the pumpkin patch (most of the moms are SAHMs, but some do go to a babysitter after preschool who also watches other children).

And this is where things get very strange...the twins' mom called the daycare on Wednesday and spoke with my director saying that she didn't know how to fill out our permission slip because even though she was planning on attending the field trip with her kids, she would also need transportation for them to get to the pumpkin patch. My director was very confused by this and asked for clarification...the mom then explained that she was planning on dropping the boys off at preschool at 8:50 (with their car seats) and expecting someone else (ME) to drive them to the pumpkin patch for her & she would meet us there with her two other kids! She pretty much came right out and told our director that she wanted some time away from the twins... :(

THEN, she went on to say that her husband would also be going along on the field trip, along with their other 2 children (5 and almost 2), but she wanted to make sure that someone else would be there to take the twins off of her hands because "we have 4 kids and it's really chaotic with all of them at once!" Um honey - hello! First of all, I deal with 6-8 of them everyday with no aide. Secondly, it was YOUR CHOICE to have 4 kids...if you don't want to be responsible for them, then keep your legs closed! And thirdly, why can't your husband stay home with two of the kids so that you can come on the trip with the twins? If you're not going to all be spending time as one big cohesive unit, then what is the point of everyone going on the trip "together"? AAAAHHHHH - it's times like these that being infertile really sucks...I always wanted to have 4 kids, but at least mine would be my priority and be taken care of BY ME and not SOMEONE ELSE.

So, on Thursday, the mom approached me personally (all of this up until now was just hearsay from my director and the conversation that they had had on the phone) after preschool and asked me personally if I would be able to provide assistance with the twins on the day of the field trip. I explained to her (once again in my most professional teacher voice) that my job on that day is to facilitate the parents and keep the whole crew of kids wrangled (help kids on and off the hayride, help kids pick and carry pumpkins, help with snack, keep an eye on kids going through the hay maze)...due to the fact that I have 3 girls who are all watched by the same babysitter, it was very doubtful that I would be able to give her boys my full attention (nevermind the fact that all of the moms of my girls who go to the same babysitter are actually planning on coming on the field trip - she certainly doesn't need to know that). Then she replied, "Well, it's really just M that I need the help with." And of course, in my head, I'm thinking, yes, I know that you can't handle your own child, and apparently she thinks that I can handle her own child better than she can or she would give me the good ones and strap M into a stroller and be done with it (who, by the way will be turning 4 in less than 3 weeks!). I told my director (and she agreed) that if I need to make him hold onto a leash and lead him around like a dog all morning, then that's what I will do. It's obvious to me now that Mom is in denial of her own inadequacies with her children...or she just doesn't care and doesn't want to have to deal with him any more than she absolutely has to.

So, needless to say, Tuesdays and Thursdays are becoming more and more stressful with each passing day. Oh yeah, and did I mention that the MOM and her mom stopped in for an impromptu observation on Tuesday morning? I know I'm probably being paranoid (with good reason), but it just felt like they wanted to come in and see if anything I was doing in the room was the cause of M's poor behaviors...of course I graciously welcomed them in, knowing full well that I have nothing to hide and that I am using best teaching practices and appropriate activities in my preschool classroom. I've been observed by a panel of 7 or more administrators at a time while I've been teaching...she doesn't scare me one bit!

Ok, so now that I got that off of my chest, let's end on a happy note...some more pics of the house! We have our pre-settlement walk-through a week from Wednesday and closing two weeks from tomorrow!! I cannot believe it is here!!

The hardwood in the foyer & dining room


The front of house getting ready to get stoned...(whoa, dude!) ;)


And here are two pics of the kitchen! The space on the left is where the stove & microwave will go and the space on the right is where our refrigerator will go.

A better shot of the flooring! Not sure who the lady in the picture is (the builder's coordinator sent us the pics). I think it must be one of the kitchen vendor people.

This is why we do what we do...

This is a letter I received in my email today from one of last year's preschoolers...this IS why I get up each day...

(Dictated by Devon and typed by her mommy word for word.)

Hello Mrs. S,

I love you. I am having a good time in kindergarten and my teacher, Mrs. R, wants to know how I got to be so smart. I told her you helped me last year. She goes to my church just like you do. My bus ride is good but my bus driver screams a little. We do lots of fun things and next year we are going to have recess which means playing outside on the playground. And next year we are going to go into first grade. I hope the kids in your classroom are good to you.

Love,

Devon

Need your ideas, please!

Tomorrow, I will be starting a new activity in my four-year-old class, which will be ongoing throughout the year. Because I have a more advanced group this year, with one reader and a couple others who are almost ready, I wanted to do something to challenge them and also help them get to know each other better. Therefore, we will be adding the "Question of the Day" to our morning routine. I have a prepared chart with a 'yes' column and a 'no' column. I also have an area at the top, which is where I will clip on a new question each day. The children will each have a clothespin with their name on it, with which to answer the question (by clipping it onto the correct column).

So, here's where I need your help...I need to come up with a bunch of yes/no questions to ask the kids. Any and every idea is appreciated...
My first two that I have ready for this week are...
Do you like preschool? (I really hope they say yes or I'm in trouble)
Do you like fall weather?

So let me know what you've got! :)


***AAAAHHH! I Just noticed! This is my 100th post! Yippeeee!***

More house pics!

Gregg is away today (Eagles vs. Steelers game), so I thought there was no better time than now to update everyone on the house! We're locked into a settlement date of October 20th! That is now officially less than a month away! Last week, we snuck in during the evening (shhhhh! don't tell anyone!) to get some pics now that the drywalling is done! I can't believe how much bigger it looks now with the drywall in, than it did before when it was just the 2x6s and plywood on the floor.

The garage


















Looking from the kitchen into the living room


















The dining room...I already have our furniture all picked out for this room! :)


















Another shot of the living room


















The guest bathroom tub/shower
























The laundry room (upstairs) - I love this green shade of drywall they've been using - I think it must have something to do with being the kind for damper rooms - anyone out there know?! :)


















The office


















Master bedroom...don't you love the pile of builder's garbage right where our bed will be?


















The stairwell
























And my lovely corner tub (and after posting this, I realize that it looks like it's a sink, not a tub! I was going to stand in it for comparison, but DH wouldn't let me)

What parents see vs. reality

Parent interaction & feedback has been my Catch 22 all throughout my years (this will be #7!!) working in some capacity as a teacher. Meet-the-teacher Night, parent conferences and class programs rank right up there for me under root canals and gynecological exams on the painful/uncomfortable scale...ok, so I never really had a root canal, but I'm speaking on behalf of all of those unfortunate souls there who have had one; I'm guessing they're not exactly a walk in the park. You just never know what they're going to say...you work SO hard trying to build their child up and with one fell swoop, they come and break you down. HARD.

On the other hand, of course, parent interaction gives you a great opportunity to hear some excellent feedback and to give some feedback of your own. Graduation night last year was one prime example of that. My students' parents rallied together to present me with a $100 Target Gift Card as a year-end gift! It was so thoughtful! But even more meaningful were the kind words that so many of the parents had to say...my favorite was, "I don't know what you did with our son, but he's like a new man since having you - he's made such a complete turn around and we are just so thankful for all of the wonderful things you did this year for him. I know that he's really ready for kindergarten now." And I have the opportunity to give parents reassurance and feedback, as well.

But, there comes a time, (and a kid) where it's tough to come up with something positive and constructive to tell a parent. After all, these are their babies whom can often do no wrong. Parents don't always want to hear the painful truth (even if it is tactfully disguised and encoded in our most diplomatic, constructivist jargon). In honor of this time-honored truth, I give you two versions of my weekly newsletter...

The newsletter to the parents:
This week in preschool...
*We learned about the letter Bb, read story called Bubble Bear, listened to a Bb song and brainstormed a list of Bb words.
*We colored our Bb page blue, black and brown.
*We explored our world using our five senses: taste, touch, sight, hearing, and smell.
*We learned about the number zero, watched a quick movie about the number zero, and practiced making zeroes on a coloring page.
*We worked hard each day to become better listeners and better friends.
*We had Physical Activity time with silly songs and stretches.

The newsletter the teacher wishes she could write:
This week in preschool...
*Your child's teacher came up with a list of adjectives starting with Bb to describe the children's behavior. They are as follows: bad, brutal, belligerent, bitter, base and blasphemous. Several other children could be described as: benevolent, blissful and beautiful, but not yours. We're working on that.
*Most of the children colored their Bb pages blue, black and brown. Your child instead decided to color his arms, hands and table blue, black, and brown...pretty much anything but the Bb page.
*Your child explored our classroom using many of his five senses. He tasted his friends' snack without permission, touched the teacher's pointer and broke it, heard the teacher send him to time out, and saw his friends playing outside from the comfort of the picnic table while spending time in aforementioned time out. He also smelled the sweet scent of freedom when his teacher finally sent him to play after 4 minutes of torturous imprisonment.
*Your child's teacher reviewed the number zero by pointing out that she had ZERO desire to come to work several days this week, due to sleep deprivation and disgust at a certain child's belligerent behavior.
*Your child's teacher wanted to help the children work harder on being better listeners, and planned thusly by implementing activities designed to hone your child's listening skills. The only problem was that your child was finished with the activity before Mrs. S had even finished giving the directions. When asked why she had chosen to work ahead, "Wellllll...it was reaalllly easyyy and I wanted to do it THIS wayyyy." (In case you were wondering "THIS wayyyy" was not "MY wayyy" and landed your child in time out).
*Mrs. S got lots of physical activity by chasing your child around the classroom and play yard when he refused to sit at circle time and line up after play time was over. Someone give me a weekend!

Preschool-ism...

From time to time, my kids will just say something that makes me laugh...today was the first of the year! My little 3-year-old, Noah (who cried on the first day, but his mom said was SO excited to get out of bed and come to school today) excitedly said, "Hey Mrs. S, guess what? I brought Fin Gewtons for my snack today!" (for the preschool illiterate, that is 3-year-old speak for fig newtons!) Too, too cute!

And a few house pics...just for fun :)

This is our living room & the back door



The steps leading up to the 2nd floor & down to the basement - they will be hardwood with a carpet runner :)



This is the dining room


This is the master bath with my AWESOME corner tub under the sky light above!!! (can you tell I'm excited about that part?)



This is one of the spare bedrooms

Firsts...

First, let me start off this post of "firsts" by saying that I am SO sorry to have abandoned you all for a while. I really haven't fallen off the face of the earth...in my own defense, if you know any other teachers, you know that we're all MIA right around this time of year. Not the best of excuses, I know, but thanks for bearing with me.

I have been absolutely swamped and overwhelmed by work. My new work schedule has me up at 5:15 every morning and if you know me, you know I'm NOT a morning person, so that aspect has been painful, to say the least. I work before-school daycare from 6:30-8:30, then I teach from 9-11:30, then I have prep until 12:30, which also includes a few daycare responsibilities, such as setting up the nap room.

I successfully managed to get a week of "firsts" under my belt. I had my first, first day with the 3 year olds (since I didn't start off teaching 3s last year, I never had them on the first day) and it was interesting to say the least. Do you happen to recall the blog post about the boy whose mom wanted me to give him M&Ms for successful trips to the potty because he's "just starting to get the hang of it"? Well, guess what? 10 minutes after we got back from our group bathroom break on Tuesday, the kid pooped his pants! Oh yes he did. Not only that, but earlier in the day, I discovered that he didn't know how to drink out of a real cup, when he repeatedly spilled apple juice all down his front. So when we took the group trip to the bathroom, I used his spare change of clothes to change him...which meant that of course I didn't have any other clothes to put him in when he had his second accident. Luckily for me, his twin brother (who is potty trained and who does know how to drink out of a cup, mind you) had his change of clothes in his backpack as well, so we used those. THEN, on Thursday, we went accident free, but he now decides that he's going to be a demon-child and make me chase him around the classroom just for kicks and giggles. After the second time, I marched him (along with my whole class) down to talk to my director...and that talk sunk in and worked for about 2 minutes and then he was up to his old tricks. I have to keep telling myself that tomorrow will be a better day (and that I only have the 3s, two days a week).

I also had my first two days with the 4 year olds and they are amazing! I have two or three of them who are already reading & I just love them to pieces. Today was a bit of a crazy day because we didn't have time to do all of the things that I wanted to get to (due to having gym class), but the kids were flexible and did a good job! There is just SUCH a difference between the threes and the fours & I really can't get over it! I think I would teach fours full-time if I could!

And as my final "first" of the week - we had our first glimpse of the inside of our new home! They took us on a walk-through last Friday. It's the point after the electricians are in, before they drywall, when we meet with the builders and start getting a feel for the layout of everything. It was awesome to see and we really can't wait to be in! I'll leave you with a few pics & I'll upload more later!

This pic gives you an idea of the siding color (tan) - where you see insulation is where the stone will be :)

Reducing Stress

Sorry - I've been a lazy blogger the past couple of times, just doing a cut & paste, but I got this email forward from my mom & I thought it was a good reminder to all of us...especially the teachers just starting out their school years!

Christian Ways to Reduce Stress...

1. Pray

2. Go to bed on time.

3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.

4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.

5. Delegate tasks to capable others.

6. Simplify and unclutter your life.

7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)

8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.

9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.

10. Take one day at a time.

11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.

12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.

13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.

14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.

15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.

16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.

17. Get enough rest.

18. Eat right.

19 Get organized so everything has its place.

20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.

21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.

22. Every day, find time to be alone.

23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.

24. Make friends with Godly people.

25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.

26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus ."

27. Laugh.

28. Laugh some more!

29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.

30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).

31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).

32. Sit on your ego.

33 . Talk less; listen more.

34. Slow down.

35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.

36 . Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.

Perhaps...

Perhaps it could be that maybe, just maybe God is trying to tell me something. This came in my email today via Joel & Victoria Osteen's daily devotional...

Without Wavering

Today's Scripture

“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful” (Hebrews 10:23 NKJ).

Today's Word from Joel and Victoria

God knew there would be times when we would be tempted to waver in our confession of hope. Maybe you are believing for something and you’re starting to think, “Is this really for me? Will this really ever happen?” If that’s you today, remember, He who promised is faithful! And His faithfulness doesn’t depend on your ability to figure it all out. His faithfulness doesn’t depend on the plans we can make or the scenarios we can come up with; He’s faithfulness depends on His Word which never changes! Declare His Word and hold on to your confession of hope today. Be confident that God can make a way when there seems to be no way. Even when your mind may waver, don’t allow your confession to waver. Declare that God is working behind the scenes on your behalf. Declare that He Who began a good work in you is faithful to complete it. Remember, there is power in your words and power when your words are in agreement with His Word. As you hold on to your confession of hope, you’ll see His faithfulness, and you’ll move forward into victory in every area of your life.

A Prayer for Today

Heavenly Father, thank You for Your faithfulness. I choose to guard my confession, and I will declare hope in Your Word. I trust that You are working behind the scenes on my behalf and thank You for victory in every area of my life. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

The peaks and the valleys

As I'm sure I've said a million times on here before, this infertility walk, like all things in life, definitely comes with its share of highs and lows. Obviously, the lows are both more frequent and more prominent, and today seems like one of those days.

I'd been doing so well, what with all the distractions of the house and the impending start of school - I didn't really have much time to think about infertility, babies, barrenness, etc. Even the passing of our miscarriage anniversary wasn't as hugely monumental and emotional as I had thought it would be (speaking in relative terms, anyway). But then, for some reason, life just starts punching you and reminding you of those old, unhealed bruises...and you're once again made aware of how brutal this reality is. This weekend, reality hit me again...hard.

First, on Friday, I get an email from a longtime (since elementary school) friend whom I haven't heard from since Christmas or so. I had been trying to send her emails for a while now, but she had gotten her address changed. Finally, I received something from her in the mail this week, which had been sent to our old address & forwarded to where we are now. It had her new email address on it, so I wrote to see how she was. She had told me last time I had talked to her that they were trying for #2...and now apparently they're still trying and have found out just how much of a miracle baby #1 was. Apparently, her DH has a prostate infection (which is now being treated) and she isn't ovulating, so they're off to the clomid route very shortly.

And this is where the old (back in the day) Teri meets the new (bitter, cynical, infertile) Teri. Part of me wants to hug and kiss this dear, sweet girl because I, too, know the heartache that she's feeling. To try and try and try to do what is supposedly so natural, but to no avail. And she is, after all, a dear friend. But then, there's the other part of me. The part of me that just thinks about me...about how she's got a beautiful almost 3-year-old to love, cuddle, nurture and mother...and distract her from what would otherwise be a horribly painful reality. And I hear her say things to me like, "It is so hard to accept, but I am seeing more and more that there really is a reason for everything and that it will all happen in HIS time! He continues to try and teach me patience... maybe someday I will learn!" and "I think X delayed telling me that she was pregnant for fear of hurting my feelings. Nonsense... I am happy for them and have FINALLY accepted that I will feel that joy someday... it just isn't our turn right now." and I realize that even secondary infertility can't make her understand my pain, my hurt, my anger....my reality of knowing that I may never, ever, have my own flesh and blood; our flesh and blood. Because she HAS already experienced that joy that she's talking about feeling "someday". Yes, I'm envious, selfish and broken. So sue me.

Then, today, I get a voice mail on my cell from my best friend whom I haven't talked to in months. I haven't called back yet, but after using my best CSI skills, I have put two and two together: "We have lots of new, exciting news to share with you!" + about a million "congrats" on her facebook + her telling me last year that they would probably start TTC around this time a year from now = they're pregnant. I haven't gotten up the nerve to call her back yet. How do I get her to understand that even though I'll sound devastated, and I'll have to bite my lip and swallow back the tears, but still I'll truly be happy for her. I mean, I don't expect her to continue being married to her wonderful husband and not want the same things that most other human beings want...to be able to nurture and see a reflection of your love staring you back in the face...but at the same time, it hurts. It sucks. It's not fair. And I covet what she has...what seems to come so easily to everyone but me.

Yes, my friends...this is definitely one of those valleys...

Two posts in one day...I can hardly contain myself

I don't really have anything new to write, but I haven't posted a house update in a little while, so I wanted to show you the amazing progression...
*We've heard great things about the builders, so we're not worried about the speed at which the house is going up. Apparently, things have been pretty slow w/ the housing market right now, so they've got a lot of workers working on our house!

August 6th...















August 8th...















August 15th...















August 19th...















August 21st...

Let the craziness begin

Last night marked the unofficial beginning of my school year...Meet-the-Teacher night. Overall, it went pretty well & definitely much better than last year* (see below). I'm pretty nervous about teaching the 3 year olds, since it is a new age group for me, but the kids I met were very outgoing and friendly, so at least I won't have to worry about wrestling them out of their cars on the first day.

Two of the little boys (twins) actually gave me hugs as soon as they met me...they're sweet little buggers & full of energy, and for that reason, I think they'll be my biggest challenges, as well. Despite the fact that the handbook clearly states that children must be 3 years old and potty trained before coming to preschool, the twins' mom told me that one of them really just starting to get the hang of using the potty and wondered if I would be able to give him M&Ms after each time he successfully uses the bathroom, because he really responds well to that. In my most tactful and professional teacher-talk, I tried to nip that one in the bud before it began. First of all, I am not a babysitter or a toddler-room daycare worker. My job is solely to mold and shape these kids and give them the academic and social experiences that I think they need to be successful. Secondly, I have a child with a severe peanut allergy in the class, so M&Ms are not allowed, as we have a peanut-free classroom (and M&Ms contain traces of nuts due to the machinery they're processed on). And thirdly, what would the other kids think? They'll all do a great job at "going potty" but M's the only one that gets rewarded? Noooooo....I basically told the mom that I definitely understand her predicament and support her in what she's trying to accomplish, but there is just no way that I can carry out that type of reward system in my room. I also added that we're often so busy in the classroom that by the time we get around to going to the bathroom, the kids just go without thinking about it...my biggest worry there is that since he's obviously just barely potty trained, he'll need to go at the most inopportune times. I don't have a bathroom in my classroom, so group potty breaks are a must, at least until I can get a good bathroom buddy system worked out, since it isn't just right outside our classroom either.

In the end, I told the mom that I would keep an eye on the situation and I would stay in contact with her if I thought that some kind of plan was in order. If he's easily motivated by things other than food, then there will be no issue, since I often rewarded my 4-year-olds with stickers after bathroom breaks for "making good choices" in the bathroom. Stickers I can do, candy I cannot.

In other exciting news, two of the parents of my students also approached me throughout the night to tell me that they knew where Clearfield (my alma mater) was. I was extremely surprised (and curious), since next-to-noone from this part of the state has even heard of it, despite the fact that there's an entire county named after it. One of the dads went to the Lock Haven branch campus located there and another dad goes hunting and fishing in Clearfield County, right at the sportsmen's club near my parents' house! It's a small, small world....

*For those of you that don't know, last year's Meet-the-Teacher was the day after my miscarriage (so I was already an emotional mess) and then I had crazy parents (ok really just one) complaining to me about my snack policy, which is that the kids each bring in their own snack daily, even though her child has severe food allergies. She was upset because the kids really looked forward to the surprise of what their friends would bring in for snack each day...you know, because snack is such a HUGE part of our day...a whopping 10-15 minutes... So, instead of going along with what I wanted to do, she proceeded to take charge of my meeting to open the floor for a vote as to what the other parents wanted to do...nevermind the fact that I had already made that decision and had it approved by my director. So then, she proceeded to report back to my director saying something about me being too rigid to teach preschool...and I cried like a baby all night....

And finally, some pictures of my room...

Today is Angel-Day

Today is the day when I sadly look back to one year ago; both the happiest and saddest day of our life as husband and wife. We had just gone through the emotional roller-coaster of having our first attempt at IVF canceled and converted into an IUI. Imagine our complete and utter surprise when two weeks later, we got a call from the doctor's office telling us that we were pregnant! G wasn't home at the time (he was at his school working in his classroom), so I called him immediately to tell him the news. I was ecstatic!

The day was a whirlwind of emotions. First, elation, joy and relief. Yes, we were finally going to be parents.

Then, worry, panic and devastation came several hours later when I started bleeding. I knew it was over. Even though I had to go through bloodwork every three days for the next week and a half until my beta level went down below two before they would officially confirm that I had miscarried, I knew it was too good to be true from the start.

So for a few short hours, one year ago, I lived the dream of being a Mommy. Right now, I should be holding my four-month-old little-one in my arms. Instead, my angel is in heaven with God. Please take care of our angel, Lord. Let him/her know how much we loved them - even if only for the blink of an eye. You are missed, Angel Baby...you are missed.

Why I am officially not a "dog person"

I've never really been a fan of dogs. Ever since I was young (and tiny), there was always something about dogs (especially the jumpy ones) that made me uneasy. Seriously. As a kid, just the sight of a large-ish sized dog would send sheer terror through my body. And when you're terrified, what do you naturally do? You run away from said source of terror. Unfortunately, dogs don't get the whole terrified-I'm-scared-of-you-leave-me-alone vibe...so they chase after you thinking it's a fun game when, in reality, I feel like I'm being chased by a pack of rabid wolves. Dog lovers...I mean no disrespect.

...so, the (IL's) dogs woke me up with five minutes of uncontrollable barking this morning over NOTHING...seriously...nothing. I think there were two leaves blowing around in the driveway so it was decided that Teri needed to know about it, just in case they were harboring some deadly spores that were going to break the door in and kill me...thanks. Or maybe it was just that they wanted me to know they were mad at me because I was still sleeping at (gasp!) 7:30 in the morning, so they chewed up tampons (clean, thank goodness) and shredded them all over the hallway. And this, my friends, is why we don't have dogs of our own.

So, after TRYING to go back to sleep and finding no success, I got up and made myself some tea. I watched a little TV & talked to Mom, then I worked out (3x this week - go me!), & had some lunch. Then, I had the *bright* idea of taking the crazy dogs for a walk down to the end of the driveway to get the mail. I figured with two leashes, we should be in the clear...let me explain why this was a bad idea and why I need to start thinking things through a little more:
1. Taylor weighs about 100-some pounds and is as strong as an ox (cross between a Golden & a Poodle)
2. Both dogs are obsessed with chasing groundhogs which are, coincidentally, always hanging out somewhere in the vicinity of the driveway...keep in mind that I'm only 100 pounds, so picture me fighting with these leashes every time we heard the slightest movement in the bushes, which incidentally, was about every 2.97 seconds.
3. Obviously my short-term memory is not the best...if it were, I would have remembered that G's parents get unusually large amounts of mail. Besides the standard bills and junk envelopes, they average about 7 catalogs per day. Add onto that two magazines, two weekly newspapers (ours is being delivered here now, as well), plus the daily newspaper and two boxes of freebies that I received and you've got some pretty full arms...and let's not forget those two dog leashes I'm holding onto!

Note to self: no more hair-brained dog-walking schemes for me!

And this, my friends, is why we own a cat.

Bloggy Carnival bracelet

As promised, I have to post and RAVE about the awesome prize/gift I won in the most recent Bloggy Carnival Giveaway from MJennings Designs via JoJo's Place. When I originally found out that I had won, I assumed that this would be a random (but of course, still beautiful) bracelet from Melissa's collection...boy was I wrong! WAY WRONG!

Initially, Joanna (of JoJo's Place) emailed me, asking what word/name I would like to be written on the bracelet. Not really thinking too hard (I mean, I am a teacher and it is summer, after all - who wants to think in the summer?? *smile*), I simply replied back asking that my name be put on the bracelet. After the message was forwarded to Melissa, I got a super-quick reply back...and this is where things get exciting (and almost somewhat divine)...Melissa just happens to be a fellow-infertile like me, who has now gone on to become the mommy of Peyton, a sweet, little boy from Guatemala. She did her research on my blog and suggested that we take a bit different approach to the bracelet and use the theme of hope instead! She sure hit that nail on the head, because I can definitely use a little of that these days!

So after numerous emails back and forth, I suggested using a reddish colored bead for the accent since pomegranates (maroon-colored) are an ancient symbol of fertility and therefore the unofficial color of infertility. You will see a button to the right on my blog page showing "infertility's common thread" - many infertile women can be seen sporting oh-so-lovely strands of pomegranate-colored embroidery floss around their wrists, sort of as the tie that binds all of us together. This is not to be confused with a red kabbalah string, which I suppose looks similar.

Now, instead of a thread, I wear this beauty around my wrist:
















Isn't it amazing and gorgeous? I hope that you'll take a few minutes to browse through Melissa's collection and support her wonderful artistry! She's been a pleasure to work with and you will not be disappointed in the end result!

PS - you can read Melissa's blog about my bracelet here!

I've been tagged!

I've recently been tagged by two of my blogging buddies, so now I'm passing the tags onto you!

I've been tagged by the beautiful Kristen, a fellow infertile, and her blog is I Would Diet for That.

Here are the tag rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you (i.e. me)
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Write 6 random things about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger (me) know when your entry is posted.

So, my challenge is to share six random things about myself. I am kind of an open book, so we'll see...

1) I have strange pet-peeves...like when people leave their cars parked at the pump while they go inside to buy something at the gas station, or when people leave their grocery carts in the middle of the parking lot (or right BESIDE the cart-corral). These drive me CRAZY!

2) I love food and hate to work out...it's a horrible combination which I am sure will be the death of me in another 2 years when I hit 30 and my metabolism slows down...the good news is that I do choose to eat healthfully most of the time, so my occasional downfalls don't majorly do me in.

3) My porn star name is Frisky 879 - yeah baby! In case you don't know how to figure out your porn star name, you take the name of your first pet and then the name of your street growing up. Nothing beats my hubby's, though... Muffy Mack!

4) I was a cheerleader in high school - this may seem like a shock to those of you who knew me later in life, since I'm extremely shy and not a socialite at all, but I absolutely LOVED my years as a cheerleader (minus the drama, cattiness, and tears, but that's a different post for a different time). I loved being in the spot light and trying to get the crowd energized! It was so invigorating!

5) I am a major home-body and would stay home all day if I could. I love to scrapbook, cook and play around on my computer, so sometimes it's tough to get me out of the house!

6) I will steal this one from Kristen and talk about what my life would be like if I had stuck with my first major. When I started college, I majored in physical therapy. I always thought it seemed really neat and that is what I wanted to be ever since I was in the 4th grade. I had my mind made up that I was going to be a play therapist for kids. But then, my first semester of college, I had a class in the education building and I was sucked in by the finger-paintings on the wall and the smell of play-doh in the air...and I know now that I made the right choice, even if I don't want to teach for the rest of my life...and if I hadn't switched to teaching, I wouldn't have transferred schools and met my hubby, so it all worked out for the best!

I'm not going to tag anyone because I know you're busy, so do this if you have time & comment to let me know so I can read yours, too!

Also, Ter, from With an Angel on my Shoulder, has given me this award! I am honored!

Thank you so much! :)

So much to talk about...

Ok everyone, let's welcome in the month of August! Yay! Everyone's favorite super-hot month where all the kiddos (and teachers, ugh) go back to school and life returns to (somewhat) normal! I've been busy getting my classroom ready and I think it looks pretty good. Maybe I'll post some pics soon.

The month has started out pretty well. We got an email from the building coordinator at our new community last week with a picture of our "home."I know, I know - it could use a little work, but don't you think the dirt floors give it that rustic charm? Yep, I thought so, too.

But seriously, that's our hole in the ground and we're really excited! When we drove through last week, I practically squealed with excitement as we drove through the development and everyone waved and said hello to us...we've never had that before and since we're both kind of hermit-like, we need socialites around us to keep us from only keeping to ourselves and shutting out the world. We drove by yesterday and they were putting the footers in (whatever that means), so it's progress, progress!

In other exciting news, I won three prizes in the Bloggy Giveaway Carnival and I couldn't be happier. The first is a book from Tara at Tara's View on Books, a coupon for a free box of cereal from Michelle at Big Blueberry Eyes, and a bracelet from Melissa at MJennings Designs through Joanna at JoJo's World. I am very excited about all of these wins, but most especially the bracelet. Expect a blog post on the wonderful bracelet once I receive it - it's VERY exciting and Melissa has been so great to work with!

And finally, I'm not sure where my mind is going with all of this baby stuff right now, but I really just feel like something has changed in my heart over the past week. I finally realized that I'm just sick of waiting for a baby and not being able to do something about it. So, come January, we're talking about starting the adoption process. I know that things can take a very long time, but I'm hopeful that maybe in 2009, I will be a mommy...please keep us in your prayers. I know there's still that huge part inside of me that feels like I'm giving up on my dream to hold my baby in my belly and actually bear a child, and I don't really think that that dream can ever really go away, but the hopeful side of me keeps saying that maybe being able to nurture will somehow dull the pain and sting that infertility has given us and help us to move on...I'm crying as I'm typing this because I know that it's going to take a long time to convince my heart and my head that I'll never be a mommy the way that I want to be...and that my feelings of injustice will never go away...but being a mommy to someone is more important to me than my own pride, so we'll see where this journey leads us. Undoubtedly, no matter how you look at it, more pain and hurt are on the way, but hopefully this road leads us to the end of the tunnel and not another dead-end.