Remember Me?

So, between being a mom, working full time, and taking two grad school classes, I've finally found time to update!

Life is absolutely crazy right now, but I can't complain. I have the most beautiful baby boy; when I'm feeling overwhelmed with the monumental task of being his mom, I watch his face light up with a smile and feel peace again. Praise God for this beautiful boy and this crazy, kind of messy, but totally worth it time in life.

I started working at a daycare a little over a month ago. It's a huge blessing in some ways; I get to bring Declan to work with me, which means I have a lunch date every day. Plus, I get a discount (which is nice, but barely puts a dent in the money suck that is daycare.)

I work with the three's class as an assistant teacher. Three year olds are crazy. I don't know what you've heard about this age group, but my kids are absolutely nuts (in mostly good ways). Younger three's are also vastly different than older three's. One of my kids can write his name; another can't hold a crayon, haha.

Things I've learned so far about working with this age group:

They want bandaids for everything. "Miss Balerie (they can't say Valerie), I bumped my finger on the table. I need a bandaid." "Miss Balerie, my finger is read. That means I get a bandaid." Essentially, 'hey, my finger exists. That merits a bandaid.'

They tattletale. About everything. Everything. "Heee-eeey, he looked at me!" (No joke; I hear that about ten times a day.) "Heee-eeey, he's talking!" That long, sing-songy hey has become my least favorite sound on the planet. Every time I hear it, I want to tell them that I don't actually care. Even a little bit.

Everyone is "he." (to some kids anyway.) About two or three of them don't understand the concept of "she," so everyone becomes "he."

If you can't think of a way to make them listen, start counting to three. Not sure what they think is going to happen when you get past two, but things get real in the mind of a three year old when you start to count.

They're sneaky. Wicked sneaky.

They actually do eat playdough.

For the most part, I feel incredibly blessed to have a job that I really do like. I wish it paid a little more, haha, but you can't have everything I guess. I miss being at home with Declan more than I can say, most days, but I'm lucky he's just down the hall from me. I wish he wasn't so exposed to so many germs all the time, but I know he'll build up his immune system more and more as time goes on. I am so tired all of the time that some days I feel pretty certain I can't juggle everything, but I'm getting through each day on God's provision and strength. The people I work with are pretty cool, and I'm attached to the kids a lot. There are definitely both pro's and con's to life lately, but mostly I just feel blessed.

I would feel more blessed if I got to sleep in on of these days, haha. Maybe eighteen years from now.