Friday, August 31, 2012

Fulfilling my promises...

I promised you.
Posts that are sappy-less....

unless of course those said tears are from laughter...
that i cannot promise from this post.

Let me set the stage:
Today Macy had a late start Friday, and Zach had preschool...there was much sleeping in, running around, shouts for brushing teeth, and claps of "chop chop...let's get a move on..."
You know those mornings.
Mine was today.

After getting Macy to the bus on time (whew)
Zach and I dart around for our morning chores: feed the animals, start laundry, pick up rooms etc. etc.

While I am in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I hear the kitchen door open and close.
Then, open and close again real fast with the hustling of little Zach feet.
His bedroom door closes.
My eyebrow raises.
(literally, because I watched myself do it in the bathroom mirror)

I walk to hallway and ask, "Zach, are you almost ready to go?"
"Yeah mom, just cleaning my room," he sing-song states to me.

I'm willing to bet that you other mothers/fathers out there have this radar too...
Your raised eyebrows turn into a furrow, and you know something is up.
A little alarm goes off in your brain that says, yeah.right.buddy.....this calls
for some further investigation.

I let myself into Zach's room to find that he hasn't cleaned up a stitch of anything,
and his eyes are as wide as the blue-moon.
Ding-ding mama....we have a winner.

"Whatcha doin doesn't look to me like you are cleaning your room," I press.
"I'm taking my time mom," he says with a big beautiful melt your heart smile.

We have to leave.
Like 5 minutes ago.

I survey the room, and it really doesn't seem to me that he's been up to no I take him at his word and we leave the house for preschool.

During our normal chit-chat on the way to school, Zach announces to me like he just had an epiphany, "Mom...I have a new pet!!"
Quick blinking...
"Oh really? Since when?" I quiz.
"Since I went outside, and caught that frog you told me to leave alone...and I brought him in the house and washed him in the sink, and now he lives in my pants."
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?" I draw out for emphasis to him because I'm slightly confused about said location of frog, and how this is just getting brought up now....and the full realization of what was really going on in his room all that time.

He stammers.
I'm stunned.

I try to rein in this conversation for details.

Me: "Zach, where is the frog right now?"
Zach: "In my pants."
Me: "Where in your pants?"
Zach: "Under them."
Me: "So, you're sitting on the frog?"
Zach: "No."
Me: "So, the frog is in your pocket?"
Zach: "No."
Me: "Zach, I'm confused. Where is the frog right now?"
Zach: "I'm just kidding mom. Never mind."
Me: "No, not 'nevermind'...where is the need to tell mommy because that is one of God's living things, and not a toy buddy."
Zach: (sigh) "Okay, he really is in my pants."
Me: "WHERE in your pants?!"
Zach: "In my closet, under my pants, in the drawer."
Me: (relief) "Okay. I will find him and let him outside when I get home, and you better pray that when I find him he hasn't peed and pooped all over your pants."
Zach: "Oh great. I didn't eeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnn think about that. Gross."

Yes, my friends.
When I came home....
This is what I found to be true:

 So I released the frog to his home. Our front porch railing where he keeps watch and poops all over.
Seriously. Those rat-poop like droppings are really frog poop.
It's so gross.

I amand I have a real life Huck-Finn in my family.

Thursday, August 23, 2012


i promise that at some point i will post other happenings on this blog.
by other, i mean posts that don't include:

*over-emotional, excessive rants about the passage of time.
*the breaking of my heart little by little as my kids grow.
*me, reminiscing about teaching 3rd grade.
*how this journey is going by wayyyyyy too fast....

i promise.
i will post other things.
just not today.

mostly because right now it's the start of school.
(although i can't promise i won't still feel like this come Christmas)
....and my handsome, charming, loving little Zach-"man-do"
is in his last year of preschool.
::look away::

so i outwardly make known to all those around me...
that i'm in denial.

don't talk to me about zach growing up.
don't tell me he's getting bigger.

i don't want to hear that you think he's "changed"...

or that you can't believe what a little "man" he's turning into.

i. am. not. amused.
for seriousness.

if he asks me to measure him one more time on the ruler growth chart in our hallway,
i might just turn it into firewood for the season.

because that's part of denial people.
removing the things from your life that show "proof"
...that time marches on.

so today, i'm documenting another "gulp" for me.
zach's first day of his last year of preschool.
i'll take suggestions on how to re-word that in my brain
so that it's a little easier to say to my heart.
pretty please?

...and eventually i'll hit the publish button.

i amand i do keep my promises.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Deja Vu

 I've mentioned a time or two that I used to teach 3rd grade.
How I loved it.
How the kids were like my family.

But have I ever mentioned
that on my very first day ever teaching
I went home crying...

I was sure those little 7 & 8 year olds would find out I was a fraud.
I was:
...who was the crazy who issued me a credential?

Yet, I was:
...because deep down, I knew I was capable.


It ended up being one of the best years ever.

Mostly because 7 & 8 year olds are really smart, and super resilient.
They didn't call me out as a fraud, but instead loved me.
Grew with me.
And we dominated 3rd grade curriculum.

My first class graduated this last year.
It made me feel old.
Yet, I can vividly recall their sweet little faces
walking into the classroom on the first day.

I can still picture their handwriting.
Their apple-bird drawings.
...and how much they grew.
It went by so fast...

Now my sweet Macy is a 3rd grader.
The reality has set in for me that it is going to be
just as fast.
Maybe faster.
I'm struggling with that today.


So today, I'm feeling a little:
...about this year.

Yet, my heart also feels: 
...because I know 3rd grade is going to rock her socks.
Because it certainly rocked mine.

it was also Steve's birthday, so he went to work later so he could see her off to school and enjoy some sweet birthday love from his kiddos.

i amand i'm considering toothpicks to help keep me from blinking.