Who is this chick?

I was a wild kid… Lots of energy… 

Teachers probably wanted to sedate

me… I am sure my mother refused them.

But I loved school and I wanted to be the teacher.

The picture below  is my second grade self 

getting to write the date on the board. 

I was so so so proud, and I did my very best printing!

Now, I am the teacher and half the time I don’t change

the date until a kid says something like,

“How long is it going to be February 5th?” 

So I change the date, and I give the kid who noticed a Skittle….

Hush money…. just keeping it real.

 I grew up and married a great guy. I mean seriously great.

We are not perfect, but like Peanut Butter and Jelly,

we are perfect for each other....

Oh, we have our days! We are on World War 316

for “disagreements”,  but I would chose him all over again!

We moved about a million times (really 5 times in 10 years)

until we bought this house 4 minutes from our schools.

4 minutes…. the commute is killer!

I love our house and I adore decorating it. 

My pocketbook can't keep up with my ideas!

These are our shih-tzu children… yes I said it…

I am the mother to furry children.

I only wish they were covered under my HMO plan

because vet bills are not cheap.

Meet the “flower girls” Poppy and Daisy. Sass-i-tude to the max!

In 2006 we had our sweet son.

It was a horrid pregnancy, and I went into labor about every other

week from 6 months on. Jackson was born at 36 weeks,

 but soooooo, sooooo, sooooo, sick.

 I mean really..... [ wipe a tear ]..... sick.....  

He spent 18 days in the N.I.C.U.

I wrote a post about my experience {here}.

To say this was life changing is an understatement.

 Now he is healthy, happy, and at grade level in academics and maturity.

He is not a NICU baby anymore, but I will forever be a “NICU Mommy”.

It changes you. My husband said it best in his post called {NICU Daddy}.

My grandma says rough beginnings make, 

for great endings... I believe her.

For such a rough start, Jackson has made up for it in personality plus.

He is a chatterbox who says the funniest stuff. 

Thank God his K Teacher has a sense of humor!

He sits at his “own desk” in kindergarten….

....away from friends to chat with…

....as in..... an island…. {inner teacher cringe}

He knows 100 sight words, and his teacher has not asked to sedate him! 

Praise the Lord!

This is by far my favorite picture of my kid. He was 4 and said,

“Mommy these are really big sunglasses.”

Quite frankly, I wish they were bigger sunglasses,

but that is another story.

I adore the beach and I loath laundry.

I mean really LOATHE it.

This hallway of 16 loads was the result of simply ignoring the laundry…

....eventually you can’t ignore things…

because nakedness outside the bedroom is not an option.

So that’s my story… simple girl…… faithful believer…

...often a whimsical disaster on wheels....

......... a teacher to the core ............

 (both Common Core and deep down to my toes)

… truth teller…..

….momma, wife, and aspiring domestic goddess….

If you like what you see, please follow me….

and buckle your seatbelt,

because it’s going to be a delightfully, bumpy ride!

By the way, what is your least favorite chore?

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