Monday, September 29, 2008

eight months

it's hard to believe that eight months ago today, i was in my classroom telling my students that "tomorrow i'm having a baby."

he's not such a baby anymore.

at eight months he:
  • sits
  • scoots (believe me...that doesn't slow him down any!)
  • has four teeth
  • LOVES his daddy
  • only wants jacob's toys
  • sleeps through the night
  • always wakes with a smile on his face
  • is the happiest baby i've ever seen
  • LOVES jacob
  • hates to be confined in anything
  • loves food...of any kind
  • hates having his face wiped
  • says "da da da" and "ba ba ba"
  • and okay, maybe he loves his momma, too.

tomorrow, my baby will be eight months old. i can't believe how fast time has gone. in a few short months, i'll be posting about his first birthday.

i feel like i'm missing so much. i relish every moment i have with both my boys. i can't wait to make it through the day to get home to them again.

is it 4:00 yet?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

the sweet sound of...


the only thing i hear right now are pencils scraping paper and the occasional eraser.

my ap class is taking a test.

it's one of my favorite things. i love to just sit and listen and watch. they're all so intense. it makes me so proud to be their teacher when i can see their diligence. they stress over every question, every plus sign, every negative sign. (and they should. the test is over integers!)

sometimes, i'll look around and see a child with his hands on his head because he's so baffled by the present question. then, it's like there's literally a light bulb above his head. aha!

it's the greatest feeling to know that i had a part in that light.

so for the next few minutes, i'm going to enjoy the sweet sound of pencils.

and then back to reality when 5th period rolls around.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

the grinch

tonight, i was putting jacob in his carseat.

the whole time he's saying, "look, momma. it's the grinch!"

the grinch?

i have no idea where he's seeing the grinch or even what brought it up.

he keeps saying it.

i get him buckled in, and he points to the ceiling of the truck.

i look up.

what is it?

the shadow of my head with my crazy hair!

apparently, it resembled the grinch.