Thursday, December 8, 2011

Christmas Cheer!

This is Cazzy, our Elf-on-a-Shelf.
 The Christmas Tree.
 Some of our favorite ornaments.




 The tree wouldn't be complete without Max and Zoey.




 Or the real Max.
 And this is Jackson's personal tree that he has in his room.


And, of course, the long-searched for advent set.
We've also got lights on the outside of the house but have to wait til it's dark to get those shots.

More House photos!







Realized there were a few pictures I hadn't shared with everyone yet.
Jackson's room with wall decorations. And wiggly boy.
New pillows


We have a mantel!

Office area

Floating shelves in living room

Front of house

back yard and deck

Saturday, November 5, 2011

The House that Reagan (and Dan) Decorated

So we've been here for about six weeks and I've taken great care in putting our home together. Now that Andy has a job and I have some time to concentrate, I really wanted to make the house here in NC a place that felt like me. You know how it is...you graduate from college and don't have enough money right off the bat to buy the things you really like or want. Plus you're only 22, so what the hell do you know about what you really like? Andy and I bought some great couches when we first got married and we were given an awesome mattress as a wedding present. Beyond that, everything we owned was crap. College decor leaves a little lacking in the sophistication department if you are fairly normal. Besides, money was better spent on beer and pizza, right? (Sorry, Mom.) Then we had a kid, so all our money went to her. I mean, I like her and all but when forced to choose between diapers and decorative chotchkes for the bookcases...I'm going with diapers. I'm just saying. Enter Tallahassee. We knew we were only going to be there for a few years and so the impetus to decorate the house "for real" was not there for me. And I found out I was pregnant right after we moved in. So again, diapers and baby food trump wall hangings. I know, damn the kids with the eating, right?! But now we're in NC and it looks like we might actually be here a while. And Andy has a good job. And I have some time so I've finally become a grown-up when it comes to decorating my house. Take a look at some of these pictures as proof.
This is our new playroom/sun porch. The chairs took a while to arrive but I LOVE them.
 This is our new master bathroom and its accessories. We actually have counter space and drawers. Whoa.

 These are the accessories I bought to decorate the kids' bathroom. I love Target.



 We already had these two pictures (and the cat) but they go perfectly with the black cabinets and flooring in the kitchen (as does the black cat).


 That's all I could upload for now. I'll post other pictures of the living room and bedrooms later. I have to change computers and fight with iCloud Photostream and Andy's finicky laptop. Good luck to me.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

No Apologies

It's been a while but most of you follow me through Facebook and know that we've had a lot going on this summer. We are finally settled in Wilmington, NC and adjusting to our new surroundings. I can tell you that I am definitely enjoying the 78 degree days over the 90 degree days Tallahassee is still having here in mid-October.Andy is feeling at home with his job at UNC-Wilmington and overall we feel like this is going to be a great place to live! I like our neighborhood - it's cute and quiet. I LOVE our new house and have been busy decorating and reorganizing, much to Andy's chagrin. I will post an entire album of pictures as soon as we finish - which I'm hoping will be this weekend. At least finished with the big parts of the decor and moving the boxes into the attic.

Emma has settled into her new school and has made so many new friends she's already back to getting in trouble for talking and losing focus on her work. I think this is good. I know she needs to learn focus but I'm glad the transition has been easy for her. We're headed to her school for their Fall Festival tomorrow night.

Jackson and I are hanging out at home and getting familiar with the local parks and beaches. I'm working on getting into the substitute teaching circle here to get a feel for the local districts and schools.I'm hoping to go back to full-time teaching but am excited to have this time to be a stay-at-home mom and explore some other professional avenues.

Which brings me to my next news. I'm starting a new blog specifically geared at reading Young Adult Literature and how parents and teachers can pair these books with specific children/students or specific themes/lessons. I'm also excited to still be going to NCTE in November and to be presenting a session on just this topic. My former colleague and friend, Kathryn S and I will be presenting a session on how to use YA books and film to bridge understanding gaps for adolescents with canonical literature. I know that sounds like a mouthful and we definitely have tweaked the language to make it sound as appealing as it really is. Basically, we're attempting to answer the age-old question: How do you get a teenager excited about classic books? I'm excited to be more of a "working" part at NCTE and hope to keep becoming more involved.

As soon as I have the blog up and running, I will post a link on this blog and post the info on Facebook. Wish me luck - because now it's out there in the Universe so I have to do it. Yikes.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Birthday Wishes

This year for Emma's birthday, we have a couple of things going on. First, she has decided that the Princess theme in her bedroom is "too babyish" and she wants a redo. We spent some time looking at new bedding and she's picked out something she likes that won't sear Dad and Mom's retinas. We have already taken down the Princess border/wallpaper and she's foaming at the bit to get on with the remodel. We switched the kids' chests of drawers and night tables so Emma's room looks considerably more grown up. For that reason and for the reason that we're trying to de-emphasize materialism, we're not putting a lot out there for birthday gifts. Plus, why buy a whole bunch of stuff that we may have to pack in the near future? Plus, little Miss Emma-tainment spends much of her time either watching TV, playing video games or making short videos lip-syncing or dancing in her room, so why buy anything else? Click this link or the photo of the kids to link up to Emma's birthday wish list.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Random Observations

* Blogger is irritating me - it's difficult to navigate but I'm secretly scared to change because at least I know how to use it.
* Our cat Max spends most of his time on the kitchen table and while I realize this is not the best practice, I cannot find ANYTHING that will deter him from staying there. Plus, we're gone 6+ hours of the day so, really, he spends more time at the house than we do - why shouldn't he sit where he wants?!
*I am disproportionately excited for 3 things in relation to my age: 1) Going to HP World @ Universal Studios with my sister next week 2) Seeing HP 7.2 in July 3) Seeing BD Part 1 in November. I would be embarrassed except that I'm proud I can still work up that atmount of fervor about anything these days.
*The fly that's been in our house for 40 hours is PISSING ME OFF.
*I am a productive procrastinator - I take care of something else while avoiding the task that needs to be completed. It provides one with a sense of accomplishment and mitigates (somewhat) the guilt associated with avoiding the necessary task.
*I want a new house.
*I am sore from working out 3 days in a row.
*My masseuse yesterday was a 19 year old know-it-all. I never should have engaged him in conversation. It is difficult to enjoy a massage when you're pissed off at the therapist.
*I am addicted to audiobooks (thanks, Kat!), chocolate, Crystal Light, Neal Caffrey (again, Kat, you rock!), my kids, and my husband - in no particular order.
*I hate the touch-pad on my computer - too sensitive.
*I need to get off the computer but FB and email are addictions.
*I am enjoying my time alone but I miss my little girl.
*My husband defends his dissertation tomorrow and I'm so proud I might break into song. After the defense.

That is all for now. Stay tuned.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Aspirations???

The farther into this teaching thing I get, the more I think I'd like to do more with what I know. I'm not sure that means going back to school. But I would like to get more involved in curriculum development and sharing good ideas with other people while also continuing to steal good ideas from brilliant people. Friends and relatives have recently been branching out into other professional territories and I've felt...left behind. Part of me thinks that they are smarter than me and so those opportunities, of course, would go to them. But then the other part of me that knows better speaks up and says that I'm just as smart and have just as much to offer and why shouldn't I be grabbing at professional opportunities too? We're not in a great situation for me to spend a lot of time or money on developing anything right now but we might be within the next year. It's time for me to crank up my long dormant creative and pedagogical engines and get back into the fast(er) lane. This simultaneously excites me and scares the shit out of me. Discuss.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Ah, Destin

Destin is one of our favorite places in the world! We took a short day-trip toward the end of my Spring Break. Mom was with us and the kids enjoyed a few hours of beach-time on a beautiful day. Emma would hardly be still long enough for a pic and Jackson found a stick which was, of course, much more interesting than posing for a silly picture.

The First Hour (or so) of Our Day

My life sometimes feel like the photo-negative of The Donna Reed Show. Let me elaborate.

I am not a morning person. School begins at 7:30am. I'm supposed to be there by 7:15.  The alarm sounds, for me (Andy and I have separate alarms), at 5:38am. Yes, I said 5:38am. This is the time I would have to wake up in my own personal Hell. However, I set the alarm for 5:38am because my snooze feature lasts exactly 7 minutes so if I snooze once, I am out of bed at 5:45...theoretically. Now, ask me how often I actually get up at 5:45 and I will lie directly to your face. Actually, I gauge when to emerge from bed by 2 factors: 1) Do I need to shave my legs? and 2) Has Andy's alarm gone off yet? If Andy's alarm has already gone off then I have to haul ass because his alarm goes off at 6. But, I digress.

I squint while preparing to shower and only open my eyes completely after my hair has been shampooed. My parents, husband, cats and children have all learned NOT to speak to me unless spoken to first until I'm out of the shower. If I've had my shower, it's a pretty good bet I won't do my impersonation of Regan from The Exorcist if you ask me where your shoes are. I'm in a fairly good humor for about 3.7 minutes until I have to dry my hair. Drying my hair makes me sweat. Even with it this short. Even standing under the ceiling fan. Even with the A/C on. Even when it's "cold" outside (we live in Florida, remember?). And a sweaty me is not a happy me.

So now I'm sweaty and pissed and this is usually the time that Emma emerges from her room. She, too, is not a morning person. We have begun setting her alarm at 6:20 because even though Andy and the kids don't normally leave until 7:30, it takes Emma about 40 minutes just to become bearable. I have dubbed her The Emma-nal due to the ferociously feral noises that issue from her when you try to talk to her early in the morning. Yes, yes...Pot - Kettle and all that. (Karma is a bitch.) At least she hasn't started throwing things at me if I go in her room in the morning. (Sorry, Mom.) Emma's usually not OK until she's sat and stared and her breakfast items for at least 5 minutes. Jackson's morning wake times are so unpredictable right now he could have been up for over an hour by now or he could still be asleep or he could be standing in his darkened room yelling at the rest of us to, "Go back to seep!" It's a toss-up, really. In any event, before being herded to the car he will definitely have one to three piggy-back rides, use a coat-hanger as a weapon on all remaining family members and a cat, and gotten out either a rumbly truck or emergency vehicle with working sirens.

While the children are, or are not, waking up and starting breakfast, I put on my make-up. Many times this involves begging from one or both children to wear eyeliner, blush and/or lipstick. At this point, Andy has either lapped me completely and is totally ready or he's finished with his ablutions and is ironing his final piece of clothing while supervising breakfast. He cajoles, bribes, yells, pleads and begs the children into eating their breakfast while I finish getting dressed and pack up my school bag. (Yes, if I were running for Mother of the Year, I would already be dressed and awake before the kids get up. But you know me, people. I love to sleep and my morning routines are carefully scheduled out to ensure maximum sleepage.) Thankfully, I have mastered making lunches and picking out the kids' clothes at night so there are two less hurdles we have to jump in the morning.

After my bag is packed and I've kissed everyone, I head out the door between 6:50 and 7:00. It's surreal really - to leave my wonderful husband sitting at the table with my children as they all yell some form of goodbye to me while finishing their breakfasts. (True to my Snider upbringing, I do not eat breakfast at home. If I eat anything at all, I have a breakfast bar of some kind.) I feel like the quintessential hard-working breadwinner on his (her) way to the "office" while the family finishes breakfast.

The thing is, no matter how crazy our mornings are (or aren't on the days I leave before anyone's awake) I feel lucky just to get to go to bed and get up and do it all again the next day.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Professional Pessimism

For about the past month, my colleagues and I have been repeatedly disheartened as we stare down the barrel of a cannon aimed at our profession. Sadly (as is usually the case with education) sweeping, drastic, one-size-fits-all reform is being proposed for public schools that is grossly inaccurate in its assessment of the problem and dangerously short-sighted in its solution. My heart has been so heavy and for the second time in my life, when I arrive at work every day, I have to will myself out of the car. I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that I really am making a difference regardless of what my immediate administration, my district administration, the state or the country is saying about teachers. And yes, I take it personally because I AM A TEACHER.

I took this job knowing that I wouldn't be paid well. Knowing that I would get more complaints that accolades. Knowing that I would be responsible for parenting and then criticized for doing so. Knowing that there would never be enough money to suitably teach my content. Knowing that standardized testing was part of the job description. But, most of all, knowing that what I do is the most important thing (besides being a good parent) that is done in our society. Without teachers, there would be few other professions. How does one become a doctor or lawyer or director of a conglomerate? Someone had to teach those people to read, write, do math, and, ultimately, to think! I am aware that much of society views the teaching profession as a "fall-back" career. How many times have I heard, "Those who can't do, teach"? I have even been told by someone at a dinner party that, "You're a teacher - how wonderful. 3 o'clock end to your day and all that time off! Teaching seems like it would be an easy career to pick up. I love kids. I might do that when I retire from my real job." We left that particular dinner party immediately because my husband was aware that I was about to punch that guy in the trachea and he didn't want our children exposed to such violence. And knowing all of those things, I purposely decided to become an educator because I know that I MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE LIFE OF A CHILD EVERY DAY.

Here in Florida, the new Governor is proposing legislation that will effectively end public education as we know it. While I am aware that Pay-for-Performance standards for education are being recommended even from the President, the proposed methods of instituting this policy in Florida will have disastrous effects on the teaching profession. More importantly, it will devastate the good teachers as well as the teachers who need to be removed. Right now, the proposal is for 50% of the majority of teachers' pay to be based on student test scores from ONE test. I teach students for 180+ days and now what I get paid will be based on their performance on ONE DAY out of those 180+ days. And how is it fair to the students to say that ONE DAY encompasses all that they know and have learned? At this time they have not even determined how the other 50% of my pay grade will be determined but they're ready to pass this bill. For teachers in specialized areas (like art or foreign language) it is even worse. Because most of these subjects do not have a standardized test, those teachers' pay will be determined based on how that student performs in all his classes. That's right, an art teacher or librarian's pay will be based, not just on the applicable subject, but on how that student performs in, say, Science. That is, of course, if art and band and other like electives are still offered in schools since these programs will be (and have already been) the first to go due to budget cuts. And, as my colleague Sally D commented, "Would they cut the pay of cops who work in high-crime areas or cut the pay of the cashier who didn't pull through as many customers because the one's she did check-out had more items?" Why are teachers being penalized for all of it when so many variables exist in the education of each student?

What none of this takes in to account is the kids and parents. The kids are the one's who are supposed to be benefiting from all of this change and yet none of the politicians or administrators are looking at the students. As much of this legislation had been in the news here in FL, one of my students commented ,"Why don't they just ask the students who the good teachers are. We know." Indeed. And popularity contests aside, students do make very good judges of which teachers know their shit and which teachers are just collecting a pay-check and biding their time until retirement. Additionally, no one is laying any responsibility for education at the parents' feet. Again, Sally D asked, "What about the parent who buys his kid a $300 phone but won't hand in $4.99 for a supplemental book?" Or what about the parent who asks the teacher why the student isn't doing his homework. Is the teacher at home with the student? And then there are parents who are working 2 jobs, coming home at midnight and still managing to be involved with their student's schoolwork. When teachers leave the profession in droves because the accountability measures are unfair, the students are the ones who will suffer. Teachers are not immediately replaceable as some would like to think and when the good teachers abandon public education for private education or completely different careers where there talents are valued, who will be left to teach?

We are at a crossroads in education but instead of politicians acting as crossing guards to make sure everyone gets across safely, they have set up road-blocks and they're searching everyone's car whether or not there's any evidence that the driver is a criminal. Legislators need to hear from everyone, not just teachers, that the proposed fix has to be equitable to students and teachers and, ultimately, our future.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Guilt...again.

I consistently feel guilty about the time I spend (or don't spend) with my children. Either I've left them at daycare (Jackson) too long, I'm doing meaningless tasks (cleaning the house) instead of playing with them, or I'm disciplining them (timeouts, scolding/yelling, locking myself in the bathroom so I don't say something truly mean) WHILE we're playing. I have yet to discover what the right balance is of firm and parental combined with easy-going and playful.

I also can't get a grip on how much I should play with them. I mean, isn't learning to play by oneself a skill they need, too? I feel like Andy and I never get time to ourselves when the children are awake without paying for it in some way. Either we literally PAY a babysitter or I "pay" by giving up time so he can do something on his own or he "pays" by giving up his time so I can do something alone. And don't even get me started on what happens when we do pay a babysitter and actually go out only to have one or the other child wake up at dawn when we've stayed out later than usual. Then the inevitable game of Rock-Paper-Scissors ensues to determine who has to rouse themselves at the wee hours to supervise. And then more guilt because it usually ends up being Andy. He lets me sleep in but it's hard to enjoy it afterward because I feel guilty that he got up and I didn't.

I realize that this is a problem most parents face when raising children but I'm not sure that everyone has the guilt that I seem to experience related to these issues. I feel guilty because I have to work and can't be a stay-at-home mom even though I'm pretty confident I'm not cut out for that particular job. I feel guilty when I stay at work to take care of those responsibilities instead of going home with my kids. I feel guilty because I don't WANT to play with my kids all the time. I feel guilty when I want to play with my kids but CAN'T because things like laundry, grocery shopping, and keeping the floor clear of any and all toys that could cause a debilitating or fatal injury just aren't going to magically happen themselves. I feel guilty when I DO play with my kids and then we haven't practiced reading or math skills or that load of laundry didn't get folded.

I have issues. I realize Jackson's three and still needs a lot of one-on-one attention. I realize we don't live near our parents and that would ease some of the burden of Andy and I having to do EVERYTHING for the kids ALL THE TIME. I realize I probably have an heightened sense of guilt PERIOD. I just would like to think that at some point in my life as a parent either the guilt will lessen (I'm aware that it will never go away completely) or that when they're older, it will get easier. I want to enjoy my kids. I want to enjoy my husband. And, at some point, I would like to enjoy being by myself again without having to lock myself in the bathroom.

Thus endeth the whining. Thanks to anyone who didn't quit reading this after the first paragraph.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Oh yeah.

Multicultural Much?

Conversation at dinner:
E: Yay! We're having pizza!
*eating noises*
E: Mama, do you like pizza?
Me: Yes.
E: Me too. Did you know that if you like pizza that means you like Italian food?
Me: That's right, Emma. Pizza is Italian food. Where did you hear that?
E: Ishrit told me.
*silence*
Me: Of course he did.

The irony: Ishrit is Indian - he is a first generation American. His parents emigrated here from India 8 years ago. Emma and Ishrit are partners on their "research" project on the Diwali celebration in India. But apparently he's an expert on ethnic cuisine. Perfect.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Online Shopping - The Conundrum

I hate to shop for clothes. An entire day of my Week in hell will be devoted to shopping for clothes. Being a weight fluctuator for most of my life, clothes shopping is akin to a modern-day version of old-school Chinese Water Torture. The itch to buy the clothes is there - constantly gnawing at me but the energy and know-how needed for me to feel confident in the decision I make when I clothes-shop seems impossible to come by. Losing weight provides the motivation to update my wardrobe but I feel lost once I get into the store. Online shopping seems like the answer but am I just creating more work for myself if what I purchase doesn't fit or doesn't look the way I thought it would based on the website photos? Now I have to return it (cost to me) or take it back to the store which begs the question, "Why didn't I just go to the store in the first place?!" I have 2 small kids so those of you out there that also have small kids know that taking children with you when you try to shop for yourself is like trying to get cats to come when you call them. It seems like a possibility at the time and then, when in the actual throes of shopping, you realize it would have been worth it to just hire the babysitter (or go pick up the stupid cat) in the first place. So, online shopping - good or evil? It remains to be seen.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Yes - we are those parents.

I'm thinking...radio DJ? Just pretend the corn dog is a microphone. Go with me, here.
I'm pretty sure there's a La-Z-Boy or a sectional sofa in his future. Notice the belly. Classic.

The silence and then subsequent adult conversation Andy and I had because of these tiny little electronic devices was so, so sweet. In addition, no one looked at us like we were raising chimpanzees instead of children and I actually got to eat without having to clean up any of the following: a pile of salt, a ketchup finger-painting, abstract art consisting of cardboard coasters and sugar packets.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

New Year's Resolutions

Lately I have been feeling more-than-the-usual amount of self-inflicted inferiority. My husband and his friends, as well as many of my friends, seem so much more INFORMED than I am. About lots of things. I realize that everyone has his/her strengths when it comes to areas of leisure. I also realize that people choose to spend their free time doing a myriad different activities. I realize, too, that I have not been indoctrinated (read "brainwashed") from the womb with baseball batting averages, NCAA/SEC team win/loss statistics, and memorized ALL Detroit Red Wings' players since Gordie Howe retired. But I am confident I am not a moron. I like sports and I would like to be able to speak more authoritatively about those that are my favorites (and Andy's favorites). I would like to know what is going on in current events and politics and not get my information second-hand from friends and family or, worse, Facebook. So one of my resolutions has been to stay more in-touch with the goings-on in the worlds of the sports I love and the world in general.

On a tangentially related topic, I would also like to stay more in touch with the people who are important to me. My other resolution is to keep up with family and friends' birthdays and special occasions. If they are special to me, I should prove it with my actions as well as my words.

Notice that neither of my resolutions, either in their generality or in their specificity, have anything to do with losing weight or spending more time at the gym. I don't know if that's because I feel like I'm doing well with that or if I'm working on the assumption that I will do better if I pretend like my physicality doesn't matter. As if perhaps the pressure I put on myself about food and physicality, if not applied, will result in some magical stick-to-it-iveness that isn't normally there. Reverse psychology towards weight loss?

They're basically just variations on a giant resolution to be more "aware" on a daily basis. Whatever the reasons - those are my resolutions.