Because He is Two

I love birthdays.  LOVE THEM. I feel like the entire world is supposed to make sure everything is just a little more awesome for you on your birthday.

So when Charlie woke up on Thursday as a two-year-old, I burst into his room with a “HAPPY BIRTH–”

He stood smiling in his crib with his balled up jammy pants in one hand, and a very wet diaper in the other.

“I poot,” he announced, and yes, I could smell it.

My heart raced, but there was no “poot” in his crib…just a crumb of one in his diaper.

“Where? where did you poot, Charlie?”

“I POOT!”

Thankfully Cortney had the wherewithal to take the nekkid booty baby and put a clean diaper on him while I searched. I left the room, came back, could still smell it, and searched some more.

It was under the rocking chair.

Across the room from his bed.

Thus started The Bird’s Second birthday.  We should have all agreed that was the highlight of the day and quit trying. But birthdays are AWESOME! It can only go up from here!  Onward and upward!

I forgot about a birthday treat for daycare.

It’s ok! Tomorrow!  Tomorrow he can bring one!

Off he went to daycare, in his new “2″ shirt.

The plan was that I would pick up a small birthday cake and meet Cort with the boys home by 5pm to head to Red Robin (YUM!) for birthday dinner. We always do birthday dinner at a restaurant, and long ago Eddie decided ALL birthday dinners take place at Red Robin (YUM!).

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The downfall of the evening was chocolate milk coupled with Charlie’s deep disdain of getting out of routine. By going out to eat rather than home, and then by not allowing him to get more chocolate milk (because he was wearing half of the first glass), created an evil vortex of toddler rage that began at the table and forced me into the ladies room with him so the rest of the patrons could eat their Red Robin (YUM!) tantrum-free.

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When he calmed down and I asked him if he wanted to go back to the table he declared, “no! I walk here.”

Dude wanted to stay in the bathroom and play.

Um. no.

I talked him into going back to the table only to arrive and have Eddie tell me with concern that he had to use the restroom. For the third time.

So I took him back to the ladies room, got him in a stall to do his business, and held his door shut.

In a small voice he explained he was having a hard time going with his boots and pants on because it was hard to balance, so I helped the little guy remove the constricting clothing and carry on with his business.

This is when I took the opportunity to peek out of the bathroom at our table. Charlie had become an anger ball again, and I could see Cortney didn’t know what to do since he couldn’t leave the table.  I leaned out of the bathroom and gestured to let Charlie just come to the bathroom since I know that is what he wanted.  I told Cort to just pay the bill, box up the food, and grab our stuff.

So there I was, in the ladies room (thank all the goodness that no one came into the restroom during all this), with a half nekkid boy on the can and a toddler running around slamming stall doors. It felt like it took our waitress and Cortney an eternity to get the bill squared away, but eventually he came walking to the restroom with our coats.

Eddie was sad because he had really been very good and he was looking forward to the staff singing to Charlie, and Charlie was raging because he is two.  He tried to plank himself when we got in the car for no other reason than he could, which prompted him to cry LOUDLY the entire way home.

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Cake seemed to cheer him up.

And eating the cake. Although we went through the “do you want cake?”
“NO!”
“No cake?”
“NO!”
“Ok…”
cue all the tears because we aren’t serving him cake.
“Do you want cake?”
“yesh peeese.”
Sigh.

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Then there was some more drama about getting cleaned up to open the gift.

And more madness when big brother wanted to help “too much”.

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Once the gift was open and put together and everyone had jammies on…there was fighting over the new toy.

So we put it away, turned on Curious George, calmed down, and went to bed.

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The day was…trying.

Charlie is now two and very two.

We had a party for him with just family on Saturday which went a bit better, but Charlie’s strong-will and headstrong ways increase each day.

Because he is two.

Charlies Second Birthday

 

Happy Second Birthday, Charlie.

We love you!

 

 

 

 

 

Project 365 {week 11}

This week was Charlie’s birthday week,

and on Friday I actually smelled spring coming.

Yes…good things are coming.

March 9: After church, pre-nap apple. Also his last day with is shaggy baby curls

March 9: After church, pre-nap apple. Also his last day with is shaggy baby curls

March 10: No more baby in this house.  At least no more baby HAIR.

March 10: No more baby in this house. At least no more baby HAIR.

 

March 11: The temperatures soared to 50 degrees! Ballet flats instead of boots!  WOOT!

March 11: The temperatures soared to 50 degrees! Ballet flats instead of boots! WOOT!

March 12: Eddie is really knocking out his March is Reading Month Challenge with Hudsonville Ice Cream!

March 12: Eddie is really knocking out his March is Reading Month Challenge with Hudsonville Ice Cream!

March 13: Happy Second birthday, Charlie!

March 13: Happy Second birthday, Charlie!

March 14: New frames!

March 14: New frames!

March 15: Beware the Ides of March!  Also known as Charlie's birthday party day! Pizza!

March 15: Beware the Ides of March! Also known as Charlie’s birthday party day! Pizza!

The week was good.

Charlie’s birthday was…um…well, I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.

And today the sun is shining.

Spring: it’s on it’s way.

Old School Random

Charlie turned two yesterday. There was poop on the floor, Red Robin meltdowns, cake, and a gift. Tomorrow we have his party with our family.

I’m sure I’ll do a huge photo post on Monday, but for now, my brain needs a break from trying to wrap itself around the fact that the BABY of the family is TWO.

So Old School Blogging comes at a perfect time this month. Elaine and her co-host of the month, Kim are back with a slew of random questions. I can remember getting surveys like this in emails back in college and I could never say no to a good survey. It’s fun and easy and it’s always fun to read other people’s answers.

So here we go…


What is the last thing you watched on TV?

I’m watching TV right now. Ok maybe I’m playing fast and loose with the word “watching”. The TV is always on in our house. Currently The Big Bang Theory is on because it’s always on somewhere.

When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

I was getting out of the car after Charlie’s birthday dinner at Red Robin. I don’t want to talk about it yet.  Yes, it was that bad.

Let's just say it went downhill from here. That look on his face should have been all the foreshadowing we needed.

Let’s just say it went downhill from here. That look on his face should have been all the foreshadowing we needed.

What is on the walls of the room you are in?

I’m in my living room where I have photos, photos, and more photos on the wall. Cortney would make the argument that I may be photo crazy. I have a really hard time covering up old photos with new ones because I still love the old ones so much, so our walls just get fuller and fuller.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

The first thing I would do is pay off all our debt. I know, I know. That is such a GROWNUP thing to say.

So if I didn’t have the adult voice in my head telling me to be responsible, I would totally buy myself a brand new vehicle. Then I would buy Cortney a brand new vehicle. And then we would go on vacation to somewhere warm and all inclusive, because we have never done that before.

Oh, and I would buy the world a Coke. Naturally.

Tell me something about you that most people don’t know.

Most people don’t peg me for one who swears much. I keep it clean in the classroom, here, and in public. But just ask Cortney or any of my friends who have known me a while. It can get ridiculous. Sorry mom. You DID teach me better.

Who made the last incoming call on your phone?

Cortney was the last person to call my phone because I couldn’t find it, so he called it. But I had it on silent so that didn’t help.

The last legit call was from the salon last week confirming my last Friday appointment.

I don’t get many calls.

And I like it that way.

If you could change something about your home, without worry about expense or mess, what would you do?

I would tear it down and build a new one.

On a different lot.

Somewhere else.

What was the last thing you bought?

The last thing we paid for was the dinner at Red Robin that no one enjoyed. Actually, I think Eddie enjoyed it. He ate all his food and was very sad we had to leave instead of having Charlie be sung to and handed an ice cream sundae.

The last thing I bought on my own was some new books for Eddie.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?

No.

If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be?

I never know how to answer this question. Because honestly I would probably be way too nervous to enjoy it whomever it was. And if it was the first time I met this famous person, I would blank and not ask them anything for fear they would just be annoyed. And why would they confide in me anyway? Or why would they give me advice? Just some random person they are having ONE lunch with?

See. I am too anxiety-ridden for this question.

Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?

Probably Gap Outlet. Not because I have a love affair with it, but because I can usually find cute stuff there for a good price.

Otherwise if Zulily counts as a “store”, I would go with that.

Is the glass half empty or half full?

Well this depends. Was it an empty glass that you only filled halfway? Because then it’s half full. Or was it a full glass that you drank half of? Because then it’s half empty.

I’m going to assume it’s half empty with the possibility of getting a refill.

What’s the farthest-away place you’ve been?

Seattle, Washington with Cortney the year after we got married.

Having a drink at the Experience Music Project in Seattle.

Having a drink at the Experience Music Project in Seattle.

What’s under your bed?

Tons of dust and some random picture frames and my shoe thingy for off-season shoes.

But mostly dust bunnies.

What is your favorite time of the day?

When everyone is together getting along nicely. Whatever time that happens, that is my favorite.

What inspires you?

People doing good things.

People being stronger than their circumstances.

A good sermon.

Cortney’s unfailing support.

My boys.

My mom and dad.

and then you were two

Charlie

Planned and prepped
smooth
peaceful
arrival.

Jokes and laughter
Given to Fly
calm
birth.

Silent and feathery
tranquil sleep
soft
snuggles.

Cries for food
quiet
sighs
days.

Rolling and crawling
observing
so
serious.

Watching and waiting
learning
processing
growing.

Suddenly and surprisingly
awkward
tumbling
skill-building.

Quiet and reserved
to
brave
boisterous.

Testing and side-eyeing
nooooooo
scowls
boundaries.

Jumping and running
loud
naughty
sweet.

Silly and giggly
expressions
words
personality.

Slowly and rapidly
changing
developing
Two.

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Happy second birthday to my Charlie Bird.

Words seem small compared to your big personality and giant spot in my heart.

I love you, Birdie.

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When Eddie turned two, I wrote him a poem as well. So it’s a thing now.

A Hairy Timeline

Cortney has been telling me for about a year that Charlie needed a haircut. I brushed it off until he made me a deal that he wouldn’t insist on a haircut if I agree that one will need to happen around Charlie’s second birthday (Eddie’s haircut was when he was two. Granted he was bald until he was almost one, but still).

Yesterday (Monday) was haircut day.

I have been thinking about it way WAY more than I should.

It’s just hair after all, right?

Before I was a mom I just didn’t get what the fuss was about baby’s first haircut. It’s JUST HAIR.

I regretfully take back all my know-it-all-ness.

And give you Charlie’s Hairy Timeline….

Charlie was born with what appeared to be pre-styled senator hair. Dapper little Bird.

Charlie was born with what appeared to be pre-styled senator hair. Dapper little Bird. My nephew said it was as soft as feathers.

By a month, the brown feathers have started to thin.

By a month, the brown feathers have started to thin.

 

Around six months he was back the style. My mom swore I was cutting it to the perfect style on the sly. I was not.

Around six months he was back the style. My mom swore I was cutting it to the perfect style on the sly. I was not.

By age one we were saying the first hints of "shaggy hair"

By age one we were saying the first hints of “shaggy hair”

 

Around 15 months we started realizing he also had the curl gene just like Eddie and Cortney.

Around 15 months we started realizing he also had the curl gene just like Eddie and Cortney.

Only six months ago I had to start trimming his bangs to keep them out of his eyes.

Only six months ago I had to start trimming his bangs to keep them out of his eyes.

 

Just before Christmas people started to comment that it was getting a bit long. So naturally I fell in love with it.

Just before Christmas people started to comment that it was getting a bit long. So naturally I fell in love with it.

Just a month ago.

Just a month ago.

 

Last week Thursday.

Last week Thursday.

waiting for cousin Rachel to finish cutting Eddie's hair so he can go next.

waiting for cousin Rachel to finish cutting Eddie’s hair so he can go next.

 

The last shot of the curls before they are cut off.

The last shot of the curls before they are cut off.

He did so well, though he seemed concerned the entire time.

He did so well, though he seemed concerned the entire time.

 

Haircuts = no smiles. It's serious  business.

Haircuts = no smiles. It’s serious business.

Hey ladies, I've got my first haircut. How you like me now?

Hey ladies, I’ve got my first haircut. How you like me now?

 

The curls are gone.

The curls are gone.

I am…not Ok yet.

But I will be.

For whatever reason the first haircut is the hardest.

I already told Cortney if there is a hint of curl after we wash it, you know I won’t be getting it cut for another six months…at least. Because I already miss burying my nose in those soft curls.

Especially because his hair smelled like cheese tonight after dinner.

Writing is My Process

I was recently invited to participate in an “Author Tour” about my writing process by the lovely Angela Amman. Being considered an “author” made me swoon, so I said yes. Of course.

I met Angela a few years (YEARS???) ago when I was linking up and then helping run The Red Dress Club. I quickly fell in love with her writing and the fact that she is also an inhabitant of the Mitten State. I knew her writing would take her far, and it has/is. She shared her writing process last week.

Ok, so the idea here is that I share with you a peek into my writing process. I’ve written before about writing being a process and not just a product, but I never really shared my own process. I hope this does not stifle any of the magic about me for you. Heh.

1. What Am I Working On?

Ummmm…

My blog when I have time?

In all seriousness, I have some lofty goals for this year. I am trying to submit my writing to different places both online and print. I have been rejected and accepted a few times so I guess I am breaking even in the jubilation/sorrow department.

I guess right now a big area I have been working on is my Teaching & Writing post category. I try to post something about writing or teaching/education every Wednesday, but it doesn’t always work out because I get busy with, you guessed it, teaching. I’m reading, going to trainings, and reflecting on a LOT in that area, so there are lots of started drafts in the works.

I’m also always working on drafting childhood memories and writing out my good and hard times.

What my work space generally looks like. I know what you're thinking...jealousy.

What my work space generally looks like. I know what you’re thinking…jealousy.

2. How does my work differ from others in its genre.

I have two different writerly voices: my story-telling voice and my teacher voice.

I think what makes me stand out in my story-telling is that I am very honest, but I am also very positive. I think it’s easy to get pulled down by the hard stuff and lose the joy. I try to balance the difficult with the joy I believe is always always there.

My teacher voice–a more academic tone–is one I don’t see as much in the bloggerly world.

3. Why do I write what I do?

This is easy: it’s important to me.

I tell stories because I wish more people in my family had told their stories. Shoot, I would love to tell their stories for them, if they would let me. (not that anyone won’t let me; I haven’t really asked).

I write about teacher stuff because I am deeply passionate about finding the best way to teach kids. I also think too many people are misinformed about the processes and issues that public school teachers face.

4. How does my writing process work?

So here comes the “do as I say, and not as I do” part of the show.

In a perfect world, every writer–nay everyONE–would carve out an hour or so of time to just write. Every single day there would be an uninterrupted time of thoughtful “flow”.

I advocate for this.

I give my students time to do this (not a whole hour, but still).

My advice to new writers is always WRITE! And if you’re not writing, READ!

do write daily, but this is how my process goes:

  • think of an idea or twelve
  • don’t write them down, but mull them over during commute to work, while making dinner, while showering, etc.
  • plan to write about one (or three) during planning hour at school
  • realize that tons of grading and copies need to be done and then a student comes in
  • get no writing done on planning hour, revise to work after school, but before going home
  • 2:30pm comes and four students come in to work/get help.
  • After students leave, tie up loose ends to be ready for next day.
  • Realize that I have tons of grading, but open a blog post or new doc anyway
  • stare
  • remember a promise made to a student about a letter of rec.
  • Do that instead
  • Check Facebook
  • Follow links.
  • Realize it’s my turn to pick up the boys, vow to write at bedtime.
  • Mull over a new idea during commute
  • Feel passionately about this new post and almost completely write it in my head
  • Get boys, get home, make dinner, clean up dinner, clean boys, watch Curious George.
  • Realize it’s my turn to put Eddie to bed. Vow to not be too tired to write when I get done with bedtime
  • Fall asleep reading books with Eddie.
  • Wake up at 8:45pm and haul myself upstairs.
  • Sit on the couch and stare.
  • Get my computer
  • Check Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram
  • Work on homework for about a minute and a half
  • Open a new blog post or doc and write a bit of nonsense.
  • Yawn.
  • Brush teeth while mulling that great idea that now seems dead.
  • Go to bed vowing to write MORE tomorrow

Clearly at some point some of those ideas become reality on the page/screen.  This mostly happens on weekends (during Charlie’s nap) or during the rare time after school when I don’t have tons to do (or it’s procrastinate-able) or in the evenings when Cort handles Eddie’s bedtime routine.

Right now I fit it in while I can.

The time I spend is greater over breaks, so I am looking forward to spring break in three weeks.

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Next week, the tour pushes on with a couple of writers who are incredibly inspiring to me.

Jessica Smock writes the blog School of Smock, but she is also one of the women behind the HerStories Project. She is not just a writer, but a former educator. In fact, she is DR. Jessica Smock. She and I share a lot of the same philosophies about education and her work is an inspiration to me.

Pauline Campos write the blog Aspiring Mama, but she is also a columnist for the Latina Magazine. She is also a champion of the fight for girls to have a better body image. She is a gorgeous writer, but she is even more of a gorgeous soul. Her dedication to her writing and causes makes me want to be a better me.

Project 365 {week 10}

This week was brutal.

I blame the state testing that I had to proctor at work.

It threw the whole “normal” of the day off.

And it made me super tired. It’s the same kind of fatigue you get from driving for HOURS.

Anyway…this is what the week looked like…

March 2: Shrove Sunday = pancake brunch at church. YUM!

March 2: Shrove Sunday = pancake brunch at church. YUM!

March 3: A student MADE this for me. I love my job, yo.

March 3: A student MADE this for me. I love my job, yo.

 

March 4: I proctored the ACT and was exhausted. This guy wanted to read books. We read books.

March 4: I proctored the ACT and was exhausted. This guy wanted to read books. We read books.

March 5: Another day of testing means I'm too exhausted to care that I am wearing head to toe pink.

March 5: Another day of testing means I’m too exhausted to care that I am wearing head to toe pink.

 

March 6: Last day of testing at school. And two boys doing puzzles together. Those things are not related.

March 6: Last day of testing at school. And two boys doing puzzles together. Those things are not related.

March 7: Full work day, hair appointment, and dinner with a friend means I got home to this thoughtful guy after the boys were in bed.

March 7: Full work day, hair appointment, and dinner with a friend means I got home to this thoughtful guy after the boys were in bed.

March 8: Coffee with a friend. Best way to end a week.

March 8: Coffee with a friend. Best way to end a week.

It didn’t look busy, but somehow it was.

I almost died of exhaustion.

Almost.

But we didn’t forget about March is Reading Month!!

And as promised, a run down of what we have been reading around here.

What Eddie read (or had read to him):
Yertle the Turtle By Dr. Seuss
Oh Say Can You Say by Dr. Seuss
Daisy-Head Mayzie by Dr. Seuss
On Beyond Zebra by Dr. Seuss
You’re Only Old Once by Dr. Seuss
Bartholomew and the Oobleck by Dr. Seuss
The King’s Stilts by Dr. Seuss

He picked them all! He might have a thing for Seuss.

What Charlie read (or had read to him):
Panda Bear, Panda Bear What Do You See? By Bill Martin, Jr.
Hippos Go Berzerk! By Sandra Boyton (ad naseam, I might add)
The Fuzzy Duckling by Jane Werner Watson

What Katie read:
The Curious Case of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Mudbound by Hillary Jordan (still reading)

What are you and your kids reading?

TV Junkies Meet Netflix

image001Our TV is on a lot.

Long ago it became habit for Cortney and I to just turn the TV on when we were home. The way our main level is set up, our kitchen, dining area, and living room are all open to each other. If it wasn’t for the island separating the kitchen, it would basically be one big room.

When Eddie was born, the TV was never not on. Almost 24/7 the glow of the TV illuminated his first couple weeks as I basically lived on the couch recovering from my C-section.

Since then our lives have gotten busy and even though we have a DVR, we haven’t been able to keep up with our favorite shows. With both of us working full-time, we opt to not pay for extra channels like HBO which means we miss out on some of the more popular series.

When Cortney was unemployed after Eddie was born, we got Netflix. Cortney watched somewhere around a million documentaries including one about a dang font. We ended up getting rid of it for awhile, but have recently signed up again.

With three TVs in the house and kids who are into superheroes, and with being house bound due to such cold weather, it seemed like a good deal.

Netflix is available on our devices, through our Wii, through our TiVo, and through the Roku.

Even though we are trying to limit Eddie’s screen time, he is loving discovering all the Super Hero cartoons: The Justice League, Spiderman, etc. Cort and I are enjoying the trip down memory lane with the cartoons of our childhood.

Eddie did a little dance when he realized that he could watch somewhere around a million episodes of Curious George–a favorite in our house right now. As a family, we watch a DVR-ed episode every evening before bedtime. Now we have more of a variety of episodes and even movies to watch from the series.

Saturday night after the kids went to bed, Cortney and I settled in to watch a few episodes of Portlandia.

All four of us have profiles set up so Portlandia doesn’t end up on Eddie or Charlie’s profiles, but Super Why and My Little Pony do, which is perfect.

Do you have Netflix? What should Cortney and I watch next? What should we add for Eddie and Charlie?

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Disclosure: I am a member of the Netflix Stream Team and will be sharing monthly tips and stories about how my family uses Netflix on a regular basis. As a member of the Stream Team I was provided with a Roku and a voucher to apply towards my Netflix account. I was not otherwise compensated for this post. All opinions are my own.

Coming Down the Mountain

This week begins Lent.

I’ve never much recognized Lent before. I know what it is; I know the meanings and many of the traditions and ceremonies behind Fat Tuesday, Ash Wednesday, the Lent season, and all the Easter-related days.

Yesterday we celebrated Shrove Sunday (the Sunday before Lent) in church with a pancake brunch (sort of a prequel to Fat Tuesday) after the service where I read scripture during the service.  The scriptures I read were from Exodus and 2 Peter about Moses’ mountain top experience with God. The sermon was about how Jesus didn’t stay on top of the mountain, but went down among the people–the hurting, sick, and sinful people to bring them love and forgiveness.

It reminded me yet again that the greatest love we can show in this world is to humble ourselves as servants to each other.

I am also reminded of our (as humans) habit of relying on things and substances to help us cope with our lives.

I do this with food. I eat my feelings so that I don’t have to feel them. I rely Diet Coke and junk food. I figure one more cookie won’t do anymore harm. What is one more handful of Cheetos anyway?

It’s a problem.

It’s an embarrassment.

I hate myself for every soda I drink and every “fat” food I eat.

When I was pregnant and each bite or sip was not just going into me, but into one of my sons, I was so much more careful. Because it wasn’t about me.

Now all the crap I put in me is about me.

Lent is a time of preparation for the coming of Christ. Many fast or give up something to prepare for Easter.

Christ gave his life so to relate lots of people give up chocolate. That always seemed dumb to me. Growing up we never practiced giving up something for Lent, and I think the idea was that in no way could we give up anything that could come close to symbolizing or relating to Jesus giving his life.

This year, though, I have been thinking about my addiction to putting junk in my body in order to try to stuff my feelings down and satiate an emptiness that I feel when I start to feel anxious or discouraged.

I have been thinking about how this body of mine was given to me to put love in the world and how I have grown two people in it. Why am I not taking better care of it?

So this year for Lent, I am giving up Diet Coke.

It sounds just as lame as giving up chocolate, but it’s a really big step for me. I hope to not just give it up until Easter, but forever. I hope that it will help me to remember to put nourishing nutritious food in my body rather than garbage that hikes up my BMI, my cholesterol, and my shame.

Because it’s hard go down the mountain to spread love and healing in a broken world when your own insides are hurt and broken.

Project 365 {week 9}

Can I get an “amen” for February being over?

If for no other reason than I don’t have to TYPE “February” anymore.

Stupid weirdly spelled month of cold and awfulness.

February 23: Starting my next "academic" book for an online class.

February 23: Starting my next “academic” book for an online class.

February 24: Mondays are "puzzling"

February 24: Mondays are “puzzling”

February 25: Remember the little fella someone drew on my board? He now has a purple friend. Teaching is weird.

February 25: Remember the little fella someone drew on my board? He now has a purple friend. Teaching is weird.

February 26: The love of reading is strong in this house.

February 26: The love of reading is strong in this house.

February 27: We get this in the mail. And then I catch Cortney staring at the smooshy baby CONSTANTLY. #cute

February 27: We get this in the mail. And then I catch Cortney staring at the smooshy baby CONSTANTLY. #cute

 

February 28: Last day of stupid February and my car doesn't understand negative numbers. Stupid February.

February 28: Last day of stupid February and my car doesn’t understand negative numbers. Stupid February.

March 1: Saturday during Charlie's nap = coloring a looooong picture.

March 1: Saturday during Charlie’s nap = coloring a looooong picture.

Eddie informed me today he wanted some fresh air.

Warm fresh air.

I so agree.

Happy March.

Let’s hope the end of this month is like 50 degrees warmer than the beginning.

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