Good Things

We do something at my school called “good things”.  It’s where we share good things that are going on in our lives. Almost every teacher does it, so when great stuff is going on, a student will come in and ask, “Hey Mrs. S, are we doing Good Things today??”  Our assistant principal also shares Good Things during announcements at the end of the day in the form of a Wolf Pride Roll Call where students and teachers can give and get shout outs for doing great things.

I love this because it really creates an atmosphere of positivity in our school.

Today I was a little cranky (yes, again. What?) and I realized that I needed to stop and do my own version of Good Things.

I can feel Alice kicking up a storm! Eddie was a regular mover, but Charlie was a regular gymnast. So far, Alice has Charlie’s booty-shaking tendencies.

Charlie is a complete ham. I find myself looking forward to seeing him first thing each morning, because even as he stumbles out of his room rubbing his eyes, he will still exclaim, “Oh. Hi Mommy!”

Eddie is writing sentences. SENTENCES!  10 weeks ago he wasn’t writing anything but the letters, today he wrote, “I like my mom” next to a picture of me. I melted. And his innocence is almost as sweet. His homework lately has been a sheet of 6 pictures that he needed to write the names of underneath. They are all three-letter words like “dog”, “bat”, “nut”, etc. Then they have to write four sentences using a variety of “popcorn words” (sight words) along with the words they just sounded out.  This has led to the following sentences: “I go to my bat cave” and “I see my nut” and my favorite, “I like my moms (sic) pot”.  Yes, there as a picture of a pot…the kind you cook spaghetti in. But we laughed and laughed.

My classroom library is being used, and people still love to give! For nine weeks students checked out my books and read them. This week I started hanging the Book Ads they made around the library to help them have ideas of what to read next. I also asked my students in a reflection piece, what they wish was in the library.  They listed books, authors, and subjects they wish I had.  I added them all to my Amazon Wishlist–over 100 new titles! Yesterday I shared the link on Facebook and I’ve had four more titles purchased. I can barely contain myself. Every time we have a need, people help. Those people are YOU. Six hundred titles seemed like so many at the beginning of the year. Then those kids started consuming them!  I have girls who read every one of the Princess Diary series in the first nine weeks and wanted something else. Suddenly with 150 students, 600 seems like a small number for the whole year!  Thank you for supporting them!

Cortney is the best husband I could ever ask for. He should be number one on this list. Seriously. He goes out of his way–even when it’s totally uncomfortable for him–to make sure I get enough sleep, have enough time to do my grading, and get off my feet enough. He does far more than his share with the boys, with dinners, with household chores. Not that we keep score. But if we did, he would be winning. Against everyone.

And lastly, tonight I made homemade chicken & rice soup and banana bread for dinner. And it was delightful. Perfect for this rainy, blustery, chilly fall day.

What are some Good Things going on with you right now?

all that’s merry and bright

I was pretty terrible with my camera this year for the holidays…especially considering it was Charlie’s first Christmas. But I think I have enough to give a pretty good glimpse into what our celebrations looked like…

Christmas actually started the week before for us.  Each year we pick a day to get together with Cort’s siblings and his stepmom. This year it was the week before Christmas.  Grandma Lynne spoiled her five grandbabies with gifts, we all ate too much of her yummy reuben dip, and we all gave her a bracelet with each of the grandbabies’ birthstones.

Christmas Eve EVE brought our friends from afar to our house for some cocktails and great company.  Cort’s best friend lives in Denver, and one of my best friends lives in Urbana, Illinois, but both were in town for the holidays.  My BFF who lives in Chicago was too sick to join us, which made me sad though.

Before we knew it, it was Christmas Eve.

This was the first year Eddie actually “got it” and could look forward to all the things that Christmas means.  And of course, it was Charlie’s first Christmas all together.

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Because Cort was gifted the day off on Christmas Eve, we spent a good part of the day snuggling and lounging around…until nap was over.  Then it was time to gather up all the yummy treats we made and pack the truck full of gifts and head to Cort’s mom and stepdad’s house for our traditional Christmas Eve party.

beer and a baby niece.

beer and a baby niece.

Grandpa Ray read the Christmas story and we were ready to dig in to the presents.  Since Eddie is the oldest of the five grandkids, he got to help Granny play Santa. Everyone got wonderful gifts, but most importantly we had so much fun being together.  There is something new about Christmas now that we all have children…something wondrous and magical.

The grandbabies: Kingston (his profile) (20 months), Eddie (3.5 years), Charlie (9.5 months) Kyrie (20 months), Lilly (under a month)

The grandbabies: Kingston (his profile) (20 months), Eddie (3.5 years), Charlie (9.5 months) Kyrie (20 months), Lilly (under a month)…hey, it’s not easy getting a pic with 5 under 4!

After all the fun of Granny’s we got home and got everything set up for Santa.  Eddie was very particular about the cookies he chose and it was his idea to leave a Coke instead of milk (thank goodness).  He also dictated what I should write on the note.

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After Eddie was in bed and we were sure he was sleeping, Santa came.  And yes, he left Eddie some chocolate milk (and a bowl of dry Fruit Loops).

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This year was the first year Eddie wasn’t in a crib on Christmas morning, so after we went to bed, neither Cortney or I slept well…at all.  Both of us kept waking up checking the clock just waiting for Eddie to bound in.  What would his reaction be?  Would he come get us right away?  He’d been SO good about not going in our room…aka The Santa Room…for the past month.  I was pretty sure he wouldn’t rip into anything without us, but would he barge in our room or would he be cautious?

Around 5am, Cort got up to use the bathroom after waking up a million times in the night.  He turned the Christmas tree lights on for effect.  Then, around 7:30ish, little feet padded into our room.  “Dad? Dad?  Mom? Santa came!” an excited Eddie softly proclaimed.

And just like that…we were up.


stupid crappy camera and the fuzzy pictures.


new slippers.

new slippers.


this one had more fun with the mess than with the gifts…as expected.

Expert gift opener.

Expert gift opener.

Eddie got absolutely ecstatic about every single gift…it could have been a shirt or a race track…didn’t matter. He LOVED it all!  And he was SO grateful! After everything we heard,  “OH THANK YOU!!!”

It made me smile so hard.


Cort and I didn’t have much to spend this year on each other, but I think I picked a winning gift in the new Pearl Jam tshirt I bought him.

We had a Christmas party with my dad’s side of the family in the afternoon meaning the boys didn’t go down for nap until after 3pm…and so did I.  Cort got us all up after 5pm.  Eddie thought it was morning and asked if he was going to daycare and if he could have breakfast.

This was the beginning of a slippery slope of lack of schedule for the week.  Have I ever mentioned that Eddie starts to slowly lose his mind when his schedule is disrupted?  Like mother, like son, I suppose.

Oh, and Charlie got a molar.  At 9 months.  And as usual, this molar caused horrible poops and butt rash. The worst butt rash I have ever seen complete with bleeding butt.  His little biscuits looked like he had sat on a tanning bed for three days.  So he was miserable all day on Friday.

By the time Cort got home from work and was ready to whisk us to my parents’ house for the last Christmas party of the year, we were all a hot mess.

But I popped an anxiety pill, Charlie got his butt smeared with $45 Rx butt cream, Eddie got a talking to by his daddy, and we jumped in the truck with gifts and goodies and headed out.


More awesome Tshirts for Cort.

this was probably a shirt. and he probably squealed...because he is awesome.

this was probably a shirt. and he probably squealed…because he is awesome.

oh look! I AM in a picture! With a very clingy, butt hurt Bird. Poor baby!

oh look! I AM in a picture! With a very clingy, butt hurt Bird. Poor baby!

So this is Christmas...

So this is Christmas…

Usually I get a family picture by my parents’ Christmas tree.  But this year it just wasn’t happening.  By the time gifts were done, the boys were on the verge of sleep and/or meltdown because it was a good two hours past their bedtime.  So no family Christmas picture this year to end the post.

Instead, I have pictures of the “aftermath”…

We were definitely spoiled, though.





Today we packed it up and put it away in an attempt to take back the house.  Eddie helped take down each ornament and put it in the correct box.  He helped me pack up my new nativity scene and put away the Advent calendar.

And in the end, it was put away.

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We are ready and watching for 2013 and all the new adventures we will have.