Do you have dreams, waking dreams, about moments you hope to enjoy in your life? Do you want to sip an espresso in a Parisian cafe? Wake up on the side of Kilimanjaro to see the sun rise? Share a room in a hostel in Amsterdam? Luxuriate in your own pool and spa under the stars?
My dreams are pretty pedestrian. I have always dreamed about sitting in a cafe on a Sunday morning, reading the newspaper with my baby. And now I've done that. I had a dream of feeding my someday-potential-future-child avocado from chopsticks at my favorite sushi restaurant, and now I've totally done that! It went exactly like I dreamed. Maybe my dreams are small, but I keep seeing them come true.
Yesterday Mom was pretty sure she said both Dada and Hi. Who knew she was into art? (Kidding! We know she loves her daddy.) I've heard her say streams of babbles with dada in the middle, but I, too, heard her say just Dada by itself yesterday. She is also waving pretty well. And her new trick is panting and fake coughing. What a silly.
I think that's about it. She changes every day. If you want to know EVERYTHING that's going on, you can go read the latest post here.
Take care,
CM
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Pictures, yay!
This one is of Zadie in the new warm suit-thing that Sweetie couldn't resist at REI.
This is not my daughter turning into the Hulk. This is what happens when she gets avocado on her hands.
And this is her sweet self in the crib.
This is not my daughter turning into the Hulk. This is what happens when she gets avocado on her hands. And this is her sweet self in the crib.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
6 months old!
Yesterday on the way home, I was thinking "at this time six months ago, I was at my doctor's appointment being told to go to the hospital to have the baby." That's right, she turned 6 months old at 3:07 am today. She is just changing all the time. She's been sort-of waving, like flapping her whole arm up and down. But today she really opened and closed her hand to wave. She has recently started pulling herself up from a sitting position on the couch to a standing position, using the arm of the couch. She hadn't been doing it much anywhere else, but now (as you can see from the picture) she's trying it on other things.
Apparently she's making a noise that sounds to her Boompah like "hi."
Anyway, having her in my life for half a year has been utterly amazing. I just can't believe all the ways she makes me laugh, all the changes she's going through, how big she's already gotten... She has a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I'll give you the weight update then.
Apparently she's making a noise that sounds to her Boompah like "hi."
Anyway, having her in my life for half a year has been utterly amazing. I just can't believe all the ways she makes me laugh, all the changes she's going through, how big she's already gotten... She has a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I'll give you the weight update then.
Monday, September 22, 2008
A new work of art, a sad loss, and an easy listening feature
Here's the story: A while back I decided that for my dad's birthday (I think that's what it was, anyway), I'd try to get him something big -- like a hobby. Years ago (mostly before I was born), he used to make stained glass. I have most of what he made in the house now. I love it. They're beautiful works of art, and they light up the whole house when the light shines through them. It's enchanting. Anyway, I decided to get him a few new tools, a pattern, and some glass, and ask for a piece for the nursery. I chose some koi in a pond with water lilies, and the woman at the stained glass store helped me pick out the glass.
I think he was surprised, but pleased, with the (okay, selfish) gift. He made a practice piece, bought more glass, and started working on the koi. He brought the finished product over a couple weeks ago, and it was insanely beautiful! But tragedy struck! Okay, near-tragedy. It had been hanging for only a couple hours, when Mom came by and I said "Go look in Zadie's room!" WHen her reaction was "oh no!" I knew something was wrong. The outside frame had bent a little, and it looked like it would go further, maybe even dropping (and, god forbid, breaking). We took it down immediately and I called Dad.
Yesterday he brought it back, this time with a frame to help distribute the weight. I couldn't get a photo that does it justice, because with the flash off, the pics are blurry, and with the flash on, you can't see the effect of the light. Still, here it is. Isn't it incredible?
On to the sad loss -- I am hating myself over this. Ugh. I asked Mom to bring the baby to school the week before it started so we could get my room ready. When we left, I picked up the baby and the diaper bag and put her quilt, the one I made, the one I spent HOURS on, the one made from her dad's and my favorite shirts, the one I was hoping would be her favorite security blanket as she grew up, yeah, THAT one, into the diaper bag. But see, the bag was really full, so I put the quilt on top of it and then grabbed my tote bag. So, baby, tote bag, diaper bag, blanket... then I walked all the way across campus to the parking lot where my car was. I didn't notice until later that the quilt wasn't there. I sent out an email at work about it, but no one responded. I guess it's gone for good. I'm sad.
And finally, on a lighter note, I have decided to add a feature to the blog! Every time I go to the Save-Mart, I shall share with my readers what forgettable easy-listening tune they have dredged up from the depths to play while I shop for dry goods. Saturday it was Jewel's "You Were Meant For Me." Today it was "Sunset Grill."
I think he was surprised, but pleased, with the (okay, selfish) gift. He made a practice piece, bought more glass, and started working on the koi. He brought the finished product over a couple weeks ago, and it was insanely beautiful! But tragedy struck! Okay, near-tragedy. It had been hanging for only a couple hours, when Mom came by and I said "Go look in Zadie's room!" WHen her reaction was "oh no!" I knew something was wrong. The outside frame had bent a little, and it looked like it would go further, maybe even dropping (and, god forbid, breaking). We took it down immediately and I called Dad.
Yesterday he brought it back, this time with a frame to help distribute the weight. I couldn't get a photo that does it justice, because with the flash off, the pics are blurry, and with the flash on, you can't see the effect of the light. Still, here it is. Isn't it incredible?
On to the sad loss -- I am hating myself over this. Ugh. I asked Mom to bring the baby to school the week before it started so we could get my room ready. When we left, I picked up the baby and the diaper bag and put her quilt, the one I made, the one I spent HOURS on, the one made from her dad's and my favorite shirts, the one I was hoping would be her favorite security blanket as she grew up, yeah, THAT one, into the diaper bag. But see, the bag was really full, so I put the quilt on top of it and then grabbed my tote bag. So, baby, tote bag, diaper bag, blanket... then I walked all the way across campus to the parking lot where my car was. I didn't notice until later that the quilt wasn't there. I sent out an email at work about it, but no one responded. I guess it's gone for good. I'm sad.
And finally, on a lighter note, I have decided to add a feature to the blog! Every time I go to the Save-Mart, I shall share with my readers what forgettable easy-listening tune they have dredged up from the depths to play while I shop for dry goods. Saturday it was Jewel's "You Were Meant For Me." Today it was "Sunset Grill."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
*Sigh* I feel like I have to
get political. It's so much on my mind, and so much a part of my conversations these days. I try not to blog about it too much, because I think we'd all agree that it's depressing. But I just have to get a few things off my chest.
First of all, proposition 8 in California seeks to make gay marriage illegal again. Are you guys fucking serious? Gay marriage hurts no one, and I can't comprehend the argument that it does. A local couple (to my shame) is protesting the marriage license form because it doesn't say "bride and groom" anymore, and somehow that tramples on their rights. What. The. Fuck? If you are married in the eyes of the law (and, if it matters to you, the lord), then you're in like Flynn. Who cares if it says bride and groom, party A and party B, or Snorgleflex and Boop-de-boop? The very idea that two adults who love one another are not allowed to get married is antithetical to our ideas if civil rights and equality. That my husband and I are allowed to marry, would have our property transfer to one another at the time of our deaths, would be allowed to make medical decisions for one another, can file our taxes jointly... that all is a huge privilege. And there are people who can't have that. Because of a biological propensity to love someone of their own sex. It's mind-boggling.
Yesterday we donated to Equality California. Today I picked up a "No on 8" lawn sign. Maybe you find it odd that a straight gal with a baby is so passionate about this issue, but this is the civil rights issue of my generation. I care for the same reason that white people in the 60's cared about civil rights: it is morally imperative.
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Whew, new topic! Can you believe this Sarah Palin bullshit? She's anti-choice, she wouldn't fund rape kits in her hometown, she's lied about damn near everything she's talked about since she got the nomination (you can look elsewhere for info, but it abounds), she has little experience, and she doesn't seem to know anything about foreign policy. But people are salivating all over her! I'm going to do it again -- I have to. What. The. Fuck? And seriously, what combination of forces would cause you to vote for McCain at this point? Either A: you are among the 30-ish percent of the populace who approves of the job Bush is doing and you're hoping for more of the same. B: You are a racist, and would not vote for Obama if he was the last dude on Earth. C: You are dumb and hornswaggled by McCain's promises of change (remember -- he voted with Bush 90% of the time). Or D: You are just voting because a woman's on the ticket no matter how anti-women's-rights she actually is.
That doesn't leave a lot of room for me for admiration of McCain voters. This is the dude who seems to believe that Spain is in Latin America. He admitted he doesn't understand the economy, and at the moment, I rather think our leader should.
Okay, I have a sleeping baby, and I'm going to get to enjoying my weekend.
First of all, proposition 8 in California seeks to make gay marriage illegal again. Are you guys fucking serious? Gay marriage hurts no one, and I can't comprehend the argument that it does. A local couple (to my shame) is protesting the marriage license form because it doesn't say "bride and groom" anymore, and somehow that tramples on their rights. What. The. Fuck? If you are married in the eyes of the law (and, if it matters to you, the lord), then you're in like Flynn. Who cares if it says bride and groom, party A and party B, or Snorgleflex and Boop-de-boop? The very idea that two adults who love one another are not allowed to get married is antithetical to our ideas if civil rights and equality. That my husband and I are allowed to marry, would have our property transfer to one another at the time of our deaths, would be allowed to make medical decisions for one another, can file our taxes jointly... that all is a huge privilege. And there are people who can't have that. Because of a biological propensity to love someone of their own sex. It's mind-boggling.
Yesterday we donated to Equality California. Today I picked up a "No on 8" lawn sign. Maybe you find it odd that a straight gal with a baby is so passionate about this issue, but this is the civil rights issue of my generation. I care for the same reason that white people in the 60's cared about civil rights: it is morally imperative.
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Whew, new topic! Can you believe this Sarah Palin bullshit? She's anti-choice, she wouldn't fund rape kits in her hometown, she's lied about damn near everything she's talked about since she got the nomination (you can look elsewhere for info, but it abounds), she has little experience, and she doesn't seem to know anything about foreign policy. But people are salivating all over her! I'm going to do it again -- I have to. What. The. Fuck? And seriously, what combination of forces would cause you to vote for McCain at this point? Either A: you are among the 30-ish percent of the populace who approves of the job Bush is doing and you're hoping for more of the same. B: You are a racist, and would not vote for Obama if he was the last dude on Earth. C: You are dumb and hornswaggled by McCain's promises of change (remember -- he voted with Bush 90% of the time). Or D: You are just voting because a woman's on the ticket no matter how anti-women's-rights she actually is.
That doesn't leave a lot of room for me for admiration of McCain voters. This is the dude who seems to believe that Spain is in Latin America. He admitted he doesn't understand the economy, and at the moment, I rather think our leader should.
Okay, I have a sleeping baby, and I'm going to get to enjoying my weekend.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My super-senses
I forgot to mention my funny 6th period class yesterday. First, the students were whining that they couldn't read the overhead, so I read it from the back of the room with my glasses off.
Then I asked a student whether he smoked. He said no. I asked whether his parents did. He asked why. I said his binder paper smelled like smoke. He said they did.
And for my next trick, when there was apparently no noise in the room, I said "whose phone is that?" About half the kids looked around, puzzled, but one kid said sheepishly "Mine. Sorry." It was a mosquito ringtone, a high-frequency tone that those of us over about 24 can't usually hear. See if you can hear them. I admit, I can't hear the highest one, but I can hear the 17 Khz, which is I think what the kid had.
Then I said that my senses were so good, I was like Superman. One of the girl's said "Batman's better." I replied "Have you been hanging out with T's (a friend of hers) brother?" Her face dropped, and she looked at T and said "How did she know?"
(That one was lucky -- I had T's brother a few years ago, and he was a huge Batman aficionado.)
Then I asked a student whether he smoked. He said no. I asked whether his parents did. He asked why. I said his binder paper smelled like smoke. He said they did.
And for my next trick, when there was apparently no noise in the room, I said "whose phone is that?" About half the kids looked around, puzzled, but one kid said sheepishly "Mine. Sorry." It was a mosquito ringtone, a high-frequency tone that those of us over about 24 can't usually hear. See if you can hear them. I admit, I can't hear the highest one, but I can hear the 17 Khz, which is I think what the kid had.
Then I said that my senses were so good, I was like Superman. One of the girl's said "Batman's better." I replied "Have you been hanging out with T's (a friend of hers) brother?" Her face dropped, and she looked at T and said "How did she know?"
(That one was lucky -- I had T's brother a few years ago, and he was a huge Batman aficionado.)
On raspberries, weird teachers, and my "due date"
Zadie is blowing raspberries these days (the Bronx cheer). If you haven't seen an infant, especially an extremely cute one, do this, then you are missing out. There is little cuter than a tiny tongue poking out in order to make rude noises. I love it. I tried to get video but she wasn't cooperating.
A new Spanish teacher proved herself to be way behind the times today. Apparently she's giving lessons on how to read card catalogs, like, from libraries. Like twenty years ago. The librarian happened to be there and told her they didn't use those -- that most libraries used the computer now. She said "well, there are some libraries that still use them." He answered "I hope not." Next I understand that she'll be teaching the students how to crank-start a Model A. In Spanish.
We were invited to dinner at a teacher friend's house. I've never met anyone so happy to be getting divorced. He feels free to play the piano again, have dinner parties, and, apparently, get baked after dinner. I really like this guy (who won't get a blog nickname, for fear someone might recognize him), but he is undoubtedly odd, fiercely pounding the posters on the wall n passionate displays of affection, skipping to the piano to pound out little snippets of song... We had a nice time, though -- a lovely dinner in a cute house with effusive company.
On a downer note, I was asked AGAIN when I was due. He backed out of it by saying he misunderstood an announcement at the first staff meeting (the principal was congratulating those of us who had recently had babies or were expecting, and he did sort of mix them up). But that's it, dude: as soon as I get paid next, I'm joining Weight Watchers again. I don't mean to make excuses for myself, but the booby drugs from Vanuatu (that make me have more breastmilk) are also appetite stimulants, and most of the women on them have trouble losing weight until they quit. Still, I have to try.
Okay, off to play with the punkinhead.
A new Spanish teacher proved herself to be way behind the times today. Apparently she's giving lessons on how to read card catalogs, like, from libraries. Like twenty years ago. The librarian happened to be there and told her they didn't use those -- that most libraries used the computer now. She said "well, there are some libraries that still use them." He answered "I hope not." Next I understand that she'll be teaching the students how to crank-start a Model A. In Spanish.
We were invited to dinner at a teacher friend's house. I've never met anyone so happy to be getting divorced. He feels free to play the piano again, have dinner parties, and, apparently, get baked after dinner. I really like this guy (who won't get a blog nickname, for fear someone might recognize him), but he is undoubtedly odd, fiercely pounding the posters on the wall n passionate displays of affection, skipping to the piano to pound out little snippets of song... We had a nice time, though -- a lovely dinner in a cute house with effusive company.
On a downer note, I was asked AGAIN when I was due. He backed out of it by saying he misunderstood an announcement at the first staff meeting (the principal was congratulating those of us who had recently had babies or were expecting, and he did sort of mix them up). But that's it, dude: as soon as I get paid next, I'm joining Weight Watchers again. I don't mean to make excuses for myself, but the booby drugs from Vanuatu (that make me have more breastmilk) are also appetite stimulants, and most of the women on them have trouble losing weight until they quit. Still, I have to try.
Okay, off to play with the punkinhead.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The butternut squash
I baked a squash for my lunches this week, and I was just dying to give some to the baby. I put a little through the food mill and mixed it with some formula and cereal for familiarity. It ended up making quite a bit. This is her first non-cereal food.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
What a fun weekend!
On Friday night we went to Tower Cafe for dinner, which is rare for Sweetie and I. We had a nice dinner and even stopped in at the record store.
Saturday was cleaning and laziness and naps, then poker night! We picked up Monkeygirl and went to our friends' house for mojitos, wine, dinner (chicken, corn, potato salad, and for dessert, brownies and cake!), and poker. I won twice the same game I always win, baseball black Moriah. You can split the pot with the real winner if you have the high ace, which is how I end up winning it. I never win by having an actual good hand! Anyway, Sweetie lost a dollar and I won five, so we came out ahead. We also went swimming. It was a really nice evening.
Today we got up early to volunteer at the AIDS walk. My job was pretty much done by the time the walk started, so I did the walk, too. Zadie had so many admirers! Everywhere we went, people stopped to ask how old she was, what her name was, and then to make silly faces at her and hold her hands. Seriously, probably thirty people stopped to ogle her. At least.
This afternoon I was cooking a butternut squash, and even though I had planned to wait until the doctor okayed regular food for her, I have a new food mill, it was an organic squash, and I was just dying to give her something. So I pureed some squash and mixed it with a little formula and cereal. We probably had almost a quarter of a cup and she ate almost all of it! She made a couple funny faces, but she kept opening her mouth to eat more, so it seemed like she liked it. Pictures to follow.
Then tonight Mom and I took her to Tapa the World with us. She had more admirers there, including an effusive waitress and a woman who kept making faces at her through the window. This really excited Zadie, and she was waving her arms up and down and shrieking, so another woman at the table next to the first also turned around, then poked her daughter to look, too.
I feel like a celebrity when I walk around with her. She's a star.
Saturday was cleaning and laziness and naps, then poker night! We picked up Monkeygirl and went to our friends' house for mojitos, wine, dinner (chicken, corn, potato salad, and for dessert, brownies and cake!), and poker. I won twice the same game I always win, baseball black Moriah. You can split the pot with the real winner if you have the high ace, which is how I end up winning it. I never win by having an actual good hand! Anyway, Sweetie lost a dollar and I won five, so we came out ahead. We also went swimming. It was a really nice evening.
Today we got up early to volunteer at the AIDS walk. My job was pretty much done by the time the walk started, so I did the walk, too. Zadie had so many admirers! Everywhere we went, people stopped to ask how old she was, what her name was, and then to make silly faces at her and hold her hands. Seriously, probably thirty people stopped to ogle her. At least.
This afternoon I was cooking a butternut squash, and even though I had planned to wait until the doctor okayed regular food for her, I have a new food mill, it was an organic squash, and I was just dying to give her something. So I pureed some squash and mixed it with a little formula and cereal. We probably had almost a quarter of a cup and she ate almost all of it! She made a couple funny faces, but she kept opening her mouth to eat more, so it seemed like she liked it. Pictures to follow.
Then tonight Mom and I took her to Tapa the World with us. She had more admirers there, including an effusive waitress and a woman who kept making faces at her through the window. This really excited Zadie, and she was waving her arms up and down and shrieking, so another woman at the table next to the first also turned around, then poked her daughter to look, too.
I feel like a celebrity when I walk around with her. She's a star.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Pics.
I had to get a picture of her in her "punk baby" onesie, because she has outgrown it.
She really loves playing with newspaper!
The story behind this one is, she was reaching for a cord, and Sweetie got it out of her way, so she went for the stereo. She was just touching the bottom, so I thought it was cute and went for the camera. I took the picture, and then looked at it on the camera. "Huh," I thought, "it looks like the stereo is on." At the same moment, I heard the eject function... somehow she'd reached the power button and was actually working the stereo.
Isn't she pretty?
She really loves playing with newspaper!
The story behind this one is, she was reaching for a cord, and Sweetie got it out of her way, so she went for the stereo. She was just touching the bottom, so I thought it was cute and went for the camera. I took the picture, and then looked at it on the camera. "Huh," I thought, "it looks like the stereo is on." At the same moment, I heard the eject function... somehow she'd reached the power button and was actually working the stereo.
Isn't she pretty?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
No scan for you!
Well, my mom brought over some albums of (mostly) me as a baby. There are some pictures where Zadie looks like my clone. In many of them, I have a fuller face than she does, but she does look a lot like me. But in person, everyone still says she looks like Sweetie. We think it's the hairline. On the other hand, she does resemble his side of the family, too, as I saw especially looking at pictures when we were up there in July.
I was going to scan some pictures, but my scanner is not working. It thinks I need to install the software, although it appears to be installed. I can't figure it out. Oh well. No baby pictures of me for you. Sorry!
I was going to scan some pictures, but my scanner is not working. It thinks I need to install the software, although it appears to be installed. I can't figure it out. Oh well. No baby pictures of me for you. Sorry!
Surreal morning
This morning during my prep, I walked out of my room and saw a beagle wandering the halls. A happy-looking, not at all vicious, smallish beagle.
I went to the office, and on the way back, noticed I had a soundtrack. There was a student (probably Tongan) walking along with a ukelele, strumming a happy little tune.
At the end of the hall, I saw the vice principal luring the dog off campus by tearing off little bits of food and dropping them on the ground.
It was all weird, but pleasantly so. Sometimes weird is good.
I went to the office, and on the way back, noticed I had a soundtrack. There was a student (probably Tongan) walking along with a ukelele, strumming a happy little tune.
At the end of the hall, I saw the vice principal luring the dog off campus by tearing off little bits of food and dropping them on the ground.
It was all weird, but pleasantly so. Sometimes weird is good.
Monday, September 08, 2008
How I got to "licking a hippie"
I thought you might appreciate an insight into my meandering train of thought.
Just now, I went to change into my robe. I thought "It's cool in here, almost cool enough for my winter robe."
Then "It will be nice when it is cool enough for that."
Then "I like bundling up in the winter. Ooh, and drinking chai. But not from Tupelo - their chai is terrible."
Then "I wonder if their chai sales are lower than other places. If the owner ever asked me why they don't sell much chai, I'd answer 'because it tastes like drinking patchouli'. No! 'Because it tastes like licking a hippie.'"
Just now, I went to change into my robe. I thought "It's cool in here, almost cool enough for my winter robe."
Then "It will be nice when it is cool enough for that."
Then "I like bundling up in the winter. Ooh, and drinking chai. But not from Tupelo - their chai is terrible."
Then "I wonder if their chai sales are lower than other places. If the owner ever asked me why they don't sell much chai, I'd answer 'because it tastes like drinking patchouli'. No! 'Because it tastes like licking a hippie.'"
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Photo update
Zadie just keeps getting cuter.
I like her new sleeper with bear feeties. Yep, she needs new sleepers because she's bigger!
In fact, she's finally big enough for her jumperoo!
This is what she likes to do in her jumperoo:
When she has fussy times, she still likes to be walked around in the Moby.
Although she's more mobile, she still gets herself stuck under the couch.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Frustrated! TGIF
Two out of three of my curricula are completely photocopied.
I have already gone through three reams of paper, and today is the fourth day of school.
I am out of paper, but the controller (who has it) isn't in her office -- it's dark and locked.
Therefore, there's no way for me to prepare for next week, although I will, by the skin of my teeth, get through today.
The copies for 9th grade aren't being made for us, because we haven't decided how we want it done.
The copies for 11th grade aren't being made for us because the VP said she won't authorize it until we all agree which unit to do first, and there's one holdout.
So at the moment, there are something like 25 English teachers running around making copies for something like 800 kids. Does this seem like a good use of your tax dollars? I can tell you it's not a good use of my time.
I have already gone through three reams of paper, and today is the fourth day of school.
I am out of paper, but the controller (who has it) isn't in her office -- it's dark and locked.
Therefore, there's no way for me to prepare for next week, although I will, by the skin of my teeth, get through today.
The copies for 9th grade aren't being made for us, because we haven't decided how we want it done.
The copies for 11th grade aren't being made for us because the VP said she won't authorize it until we all agree which unit to do first, and there's one holdout.
So at the moment, there are something like 25 English teachers running around making copies for something like 800 kids. Does this seem like a good use of your tax dollars? I can tell you it's not a good use of my time.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Back to school
So, how's it going? Well... it's okay.
It has been easier to be away from the baby than I anticipated. My job takes a lot of my mental energy and attention, so once I'm there working, I'm not ruminating on missing hours of the baby's life so much. Although once the final bell rings I can't WAIT to get home. I'm really glad to hear that Mom and the baby have been getting along well. It sounds like the baby's been napping and happy, and that's great! Also, I still get a lot of time with her in the evenings. She's next to me right now.
But work is... sheesh. Let's put it this way -- the stuff I need in order to teach is not here, and I've been browbeaten into using the stuff, so now I've planned for the stuff, and have to go make photocopies of the stuff myself. Billions of photocopies.
We actually had a meeting today where it was proposed that the 70-ish pages per unit, 8 units per year, for 400 kids be copied on an individual-teacher basis by the office because we couldn't agree whether to FUCKING COLLATE or not. I could give a rat's ass whether it's collated, as long as I'm not having to do it my damn self. You know what would be neat? Teaching with a set of pages that were, like, bound together somehow so they could be used again and again. I wonder what that would be like...
And speaking of some bullshit where everyone wants their own way, we had like a forty minute discussion this morning about how we should spend our talking-about-students time. It was universally agreed that we should have some structure and plan it in advance but also allow for some flexibility and last minute additions, plus a top ten list of students that we should always talk about, but we should try to resolve those issues so the kids wouldn't always be on the list, but maybe we should have a top ten agenda items that aren't necessarily students, oh, and we should have a time limit, but not cut people off.
Anyway, as I told my dad this weekend (and I've said it before), I like being in the classroom with my kids, and luckily, that's about 95% of my job. The whole copy thing is kind of messing with my job, but that's neither here nor there.
Oh, and pumping at work is weird.
And I'm not sure I trust Stacey and Clinton of What Not to Wear anymore. I followed their advice for fat chicks and bought shirts with a waistband at my "slimmest point" and a bought a belted dress, and two days in a row, I've been asked if I'm pregnant again. Nope, just fat. Damn it all to hell.
Okay, gonna spend time with Chew-book-a.
--CM
It has been easier to be away from the baby than I anticipated. My job takes a lot of my mental energy and attention, so once I'm there working, I'm not ruminating on missing hours of the baby's life so much. Although once the final bell rings I can't WAIT to get home. I'm really glad to hear that Mom and the baby have been getting along well. It sounds like the baby's been napping and happy, and that's great! Also, I still get a lot of time with her in the evenings. She's next to me right now.
But work is... sheesh. Let's put it this way -- the stuff I need in order to teach is not here, and I've been browbeaten into using the stuff, so now I've planned for the stuff, and have to go make photocopies of the stuff myself. Billions of photocopies.
We actually had a meeting today where it was proposed that the 70-ish pages per unit, 8 units per year, for 400 kids be copied on an individual-teacher basis by the office because we couldn't agree whether to FUCKING COLLATE or not. I could give a rat's ass whether it's collated, as long as I'm not having to do it my damn self. You know what would be neat? Teaching with a set of pages that were, like, bound together somehow so they could be used again and again. I wonder what that would be like...
And speaking of some bullshit where everyone wants their own way, we had like a forty minute discussion this morning about how we should spend our talking-about-students time. It was universally agreed that we should have some structure and plan it in advance but also allow for some flexibility and last minute additions, plus a top ten list of students that we should always talk about, but we should try to resolve those issues so the kids wouldn't always be on the list, but maybe we should have a top ten agenda items that aren't necessarily students, oh, and we should have a time limit, but not cut people off.
Anyway, as I told my dad this weekend (and I've said it before), I like being in the classroom with my kids, and luckily, that's about 95% of my job. The whole copy thing is kind of messing with my job, but that's neither here nor there.
Oh, and pumping at work is weird.
And I'm not sure I trust Stacey and Clinton of What Not to Wear anymore. I followed their advice for fat chicks and bought shirts with a waistband at my "slimmest point" and a bought a belted dress, and two days in a row, I've been asked if I'm pregnant again. Nope, just fat. Damn it all to hell.
Okay, gonna spend time with Chew-book-a.
--CM
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