First Day of School!!

For most of them, anyway. Kindergarten started a couple of days after this (today, to be exact. Ian post to follow shortly….). So, Hannah got a ride to school from Dad. Last year, she rode with our neighbor, but said neighbor is now going to a different school (she’s uber smart and so moved on to a special school for really smart kids). Hannah’s bus comes before the sun – ok not really… right now anyway. In the winter, it does for real – so we don’t want her to have to get up that early. She’ll either never be able to function in school, or she will become  a coffee drinker at the ripe old age of 13. Neither are acceptable to us so, Dad will be taking her. As a result, I only grabbed a couple of shots of her before they were off. In the interest of full disclosure, lots of pictures to follow. Sorry about that. Um. Wait. No I’m not. It’s just how I roll. Hope you’re not on dial up.

In the first day outfit. I thought jeans was crazy, but turned out to be a cool day, so it all works out.

Anyone who knows me well, knows I love Chuck Taylor’s. Hannah chose these for her PE shoes, so I had to grab a shot. Just love them.

The next three, however, were captive to my camera. Muhahaha. We spent a few minutes taking pictures, and then headed off to school.

Now, Noah and Jonah are far too old, you see, for Mom to come to class with them. So, I focused on Olivia, since she still wanted me to come with her. We were there way too early, of course. That’s what you do on the first day, right? Go early? Because you’re SO excited. Well, so we stood in the 2nd grade line for a while. Here are some shots I took. Including one of my favorite back pack, made from Capri Sun and Kool Aide juice pouches. So very cool! Also, the best hair ever on a second grade boy. Just love it!

Finally, it was time to go inside!! Yay! Miss Hatchett is the best 2nd grade teacher ever. OK. Well, I can’t really say that because I haven’t met every single 2nd grade teacher. But I can certainly say she’s my favorite. She greeted each student at the door, and as soon as Olivia told her her name, she said, “You’re Noah’s sister, aren’t you!” It’s so nice that she remembered Noah.

Next on the agenda for the day, was Ian’s “Meet the Teacher” conference. As I said previously, this was Olivia’s kindergarten teacher and we really like her. I’m really looking forward to Ian’s year with her.

After we were done with this, I decided to grab a couple of shots from the doors of the big three. They’d been in class for about an hour at this point. Olivia was taking stuff out of her bag and getting supplies put away. Noah and Jonah were doing a “get to know each other” activity. They were both facing away from the door. Probably a good thing. I’d just hate to embarrass them (um… did you catch that sarcasm all the way across the web?). Noah is more obvious, but Jonah, you can just see his head, so I darkened the rest of the shot to help show which head is his. I’d like to point out that he is surrounded by girls. A sign of things to come, perhaps??

Lots of pictures, as promised. They all reported having great days at school. Today is actually their third and they were just as eager to go today as they were the first day. So far, all of the kids have loved school in elementary school. It’s a testament to good teachers that have given my kids a love of learning. Oh, and Hannah has informed me that not turning in work will not be an issue this year. Apparently the school has adopted a zero tolerance policy for zeros. If they are missing something, they will be made to miss recess and do any make up work that has not been turned in yet. They will receive a much lower grade, but even a 20% is better than a zero. So, crossing fingers for a much better set of grades from Hannah this year.

 

 

The Great Social Experiment

Well, ok, it’s not as grand as all of that. But, we are doing something brand new this year on a trial basis. Noah and Jonah are going to be in the same class in school for the first time ever. So for us, it really kind of is a social experiment. When the boys first started in school, I wanted them in the same grade just for my own ease of use, so to speak. I already had the two big girls in school, and thought if I only had to manage one set of 1st grade stuff, that would be great. I could do one conference, on set of home work, get to know one teacher. Well, as it turned out, the school system we were in at that time did not allow siblings to be in the same class. I was pretty grumpy about it at first, but then came to find it to be a good thing. They are very different in personality and, I think, needed their own environment to grow and mature in. And that was great for a few years. Then, forth grade happened. Let me tell you about it. Noah has always been very bright. He was using a computer mouse well by age 2. Video games were a breeze. Learning to read, do numbers, all easy peasy. Jonah, on the other hand, struggled. He had to work harder to keep up with what his brother was doing. But, he was very determined to do so. The result has been one very hard worker and one giant slacker. Guess who is who.

Jonah can do just about anything he puts his mind to do. He is detailed and meticulous in his work. He double checks because he doesn’t want to get wrong answers. Noah is so much like me. If it’s too hard, he doesn’t do it. He’s used to things coming easily, you see, so if they don’t, what’s the point? He doesn’t have any discipline when it comes to doing school work and getting it turned in on time. I got so many notes home last year about missing assignments, that I’m certain a small forest was slaughtered just for him.

As it happens, the boys are very competitive. So, we made the decision to put them in the same class. They’ve been with these students long enough to have established their own friend groups and so have their own social circles. But, with them in the same class, Noah can’t really tell me he has no home work when Jonah is, in fact, working on home work. I’m also banking on their desire to out do each other to spur Noah to do a better job of turning stuff in. We shall see how it goes. Today was their first day (another post on that later) and I peeked in when I came back for a conference with Ian’s teacher, later in the morning. They were on opposite sides of the class room from each other and doing their own thing. Noah told me later, that he forgot Jonah was even in his class.

The only down side here is their teacher. I’m just certain their teacher is fantastic. I’ve even heard other parents talk about how wonderful she is and she is, apparently, highly requested. However, we were really hoping to have Hannah’s 5th grade teacher. I LOVE her. She is a no-nonsense, crack the whip kind of gal. I ran in to her in the store this past spring. We stood and talked for something like 20 min. She asked how Hannah was doing in middle school, and talked to me about specific details. She clearly remembers who Hannah is. And who I am. She should, of course, because we spent hours over the course of the year on the phone discussing Hannah’s inability to turn in home work. See a theme here? This is one reason I wanted this teacher. She knows us. She knows this issue in our family. She understands the large family dynamic. Not just because she knows us, but because she is one of six herself. Alas, it was not to be. I put in the request way too late because we just didn’t know we were going to put the boys together. But it’s ok. I’m confident that their teacher will do a great job with them.

On a side note, because she was with us, Olivia ended up with the same 2nd grade teacher that Noah had. I adore her. I’m SO happy Olivia is in her class. She was gone last year on sabbatical to Africa where she was teaching for a year. I’m just sure she came back for the sole purpose of being able to be Olivia’s teacher. Along those lines, Ian has Olivia’s kindy teacher, too. Again, a topic for a post on Wednesday (because that’s Ian’s official first day).

Today, my baby moved out

I took my oldest to college today. I didn’t cry. We carried stuff in, unpacked her stuff, set up her room, made her bed, attached things to the wall, went to Walmart for additional stuff she needed, built a small set of shelves, put stuff on it. Through all of that, I didn’t cry. Tom and I drove home. Ian and Elena slept. Tom and I talked about different things. I still didn’t cry. Emily left her make up. I went up to her room to get it so I could plan to take it with the other stuff she forgot. I walked into her room. It was empty. There are three elephant prints and the comforter she picked out for her bed still there. And a white board with versus she’s written on it so she could see them every day, to help grow her faith in Christ. I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there, looking at what was just days before, filled with the stuff of Emily. Her packed boxes, the piles or “keep” or “garage sale” that she was going through. Filled with the sound of Disney music because she had discovered a Disney channel on Pandora. And it’s all gone.

Yesterday, we drove to Springfield. It’s a 1 1/2 hour drive. I spent a lot of time thinking about her and recalling some of my fondest, or strongest memories. When she was born, and I wouldn’t hold her until they cleaned her up. When I first put her to breast, and the nurse told me to do it side lying because they didn’t want me to sit up because my blood pressure was high. That’s when I fell in love with nursing that way. Deciding to snuggle her in my bed rather than using a crib, my instinctual transition to becoming a co-sleeping parent. Later, when I was laying in bed and she was in her crib. I was tired but I heard her on the monitor. I hoped she’d just go back to sleep. She got quiet and so I started to drift off. Then, a couple of minutes later, I hear a soft “tap tap tap” on my door. She’d climbed out of her crib and walked down the hall to get me up. So we snuggled. Guess she really preferred that co-sleeping thing, too. Taking her to twenty something, where I eventually met Tom. Hanging out with my friends with her in tow. She had more adult friends than friends her own age in those days. She learned to interact with adults and was very mature as a result. When she was left home alone at age 6 by a new step-dad who didn’t know better, and instead of panicking, she drew herself a map to get to a family friend’s house who lived a few blocks away; and then, just as I was ready to call the police, she came walking around the corner because even though her map was drawn perfectly, she made a wrong turn along the way and ended up going around the block to end where she’d started. She was amazing even then. School, periods, boyfriends, girlfriend drama, moving to a whole new state, getting sibling after sibling. All of these things made her into the amazing person she is. Kind hearted, desire to serve, totally in love with Jesus. The best helper and “second mama” I could ever ask for for my other kids.

I just don’t know how I will function with out her here. Who will I leave the baby with when I need to make a quick run to the store? Who will I watch Vampire Diaries with? Who will I tell about an awesome new book I just finished? Who will I ask if my outfit goes together?

I know she is embarking on the next great adventure of her life and I wish her all the joy and happiness and success. And I’m SO proud of her for the Godly woman she has become. But for right now, I need to mourn a little bit. But I don’t get very long because there are 6 others here with bottoms to wipe, meals to cook, and snuggles to be had. I really just don’t want to hear “When is Hannah moving in to Emily’s room?” or “Who’s going to take over Emily’s prayer night?” We take turns for the dinner prayer. She was Tuesday. I really just need a minute.

Here are a few cell phone pictures. I gave her the huge gift of NOT bringing my big camera. I did bring my little point and shoot, but left it in the van. So, cell phone it was. I did bring my little camera in when we got back from Walmart and Ian took loads of pictures. I’ll post them later. For now, here are these.

Freaking out just a little

So, Emily has about 39 hours left at home. After that, we are off to Lincoln to move her in to the dorms. We did some last minute shopping today for important things like cute dishes and rain boots. She is currently procrastinating in her room while she’s supposed to be packing. And I have such a feeling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I’m nervous for her as she starts out on this new phase of her life. Navigating a stranger for a room mate. Making choices all by herself. Being a grown up. I know she’ll be fine. She engendered so much trust that she never even had a curfew. And still, she made good choices. She doesn’t always choose well for eating, but that’s such a small thing. Cheetos Puffs do not a meal make. She also loves salad, so hopefully it will all balance out.

I spent a whole day crying a couple of weeks ago and have not had any problems since. Now the tears threaten again. I expect there will be lots of them over the next two or three days. I will be relying heavily on the great comforter for a while over this particular issue.

Tomorrow, last minute packing, loading up the van, a trip to Springfield for a shiny new military ID.

And probably lots of tears.

New Beginnings

So, I have neglected this blog to the point of having to delete the whole thing and start over. Sigh. Oh well. Gives me a chance to redesign it so I love it. First things first… a facelift!! So, bear with me as I make adjustments to the aesthetics of the blog. In the mean time, you can pray for our family as we embark on lots of new beginnings in the next couple of weeks. Emily is headed off to college. She’s going to Lincoln Christian University to prepare for a life as a missionary. This is a hard one for me. She leaving me a little ways so she can eventually leave me a really long ways. Like a whole different continent. But I know God has  a plan for her life and she’s a fantastic, Godly woman and will be used well to further His kingdom.

Hannah is starting her 8th grade year. On top of the pack. Of course, she’ll start over on the bottom next year, but hopefully she will enjoy being on top while it lasts. Noah and Jonah are doing the same as 5th graders. When I was that age, 5th grade was the first year of middle school. So in my mind, I have a couple of new middle schoolers here. But really, that won’t be until next year. We are trying a new thing this year. I have requested they be in the same class. We find out Friday if that happens.

Olivia is a second grader now. Not a lot happening with her. Just moving forward.

Ian. Sigh. This is my other new beginning. I debated and prayed long and hard about what to do with him this year. He just turned 5 this month. He will be very young, but we decided to go ahead and start him in kindergarten. If it doesn’t work out, we can always pull him out and try again next year. But, he’s been looking forward to school for 2 years now. I kept telling him when he was five, he could go. And he’s so excited. I’m a little worried about his temper, but hopefully his teacher can curtail that. He’s got the same teacher Olivia had, by the way. I like her a lot, so I’m very excited.

Finally, Elena. Who’s that? Well, chances are if you are reading this you already know. BUT, since I haven’t updated here since before she was even conceived, and there could be some stranger out there following this obscure little blog, perhaps I should introduce her. She’s our newest addition and nearly a year old. Just turned 11 months, actually and is walking already! Throughout this last year, I have been amazed at home much she has reminded me of Emily when she was a baby. She’s continuing to follow Emily’s footsteps as an early walker.

And, because as a photographer, I simply can’t make a blog post without a picture, here is one I took of Elena a few nights ago, enjoying a tray full of spaghetti.