Camping at James River State Park

When Jay and I were dating, we went camping in Florida over winter break.  Most of the details of that trip are gone from my memory, but I do remember one pretty clearly.  We had just finished a really yummy dinner and he asked me, “If we get married, can we keep going camping like this?”  Um….YES!  Six weeks later, he put a ring on it.  Fourteen years and two kids later, we still love camping together.

Friday

Friday we left for our trip to James River State Park.  For dinner that night we had chicken & veggies cooked in foil packs, the same meal that I’m pretty sure convinced Jay he was ready to start talking about marriage 14 years ago.

Saturday

I’ve been counting down the years until Bubba would turn 6, the minimum age for tubing, canoeing, or kayaking at the park.  I ended up deciding to take the kids tubing Saturday morning because I remember enjoying that as a kid.  I just had a whole paragraph typed out about Bubba’s bad attitude during this trip, but I’ve decided I’m not going to let that define my memory.  Instead I’ll choose to remember the rapids that felt big from the water but look tiny from the bank, the magic of watching the bottom of the river zip by you in the shallow parts, and our stop on a sandy island to poke around.  Tubing was just as fun as I had remembered it.

I know Gerry Brooks would not approve of this photo, but I couldn’t help myself.   In the afternoon I took the kids to the Discover Area, a natural playground of sorts.  They played, and I prepared for my upcoming book club in the shade.  I love these slow moments.

 

Saturday night we took a wagon trip to the Tye River Overlook with a park ranger.  (Jay took this shot of us on the ride, and I happen to love it!)  The ranger had an electronic owl call to attract screech owls.  On our third or fourth stop, right about the point that Bubba fell asleep in my lap, we finally got one to respond!  It talked to us from a nearby tree for several minutes, but we never spotted it.  On our last stop we heard both the whinny and bounce calls, and two owls called back and forth to each other.  We joked that we had just helped to make an owl love connection.

Sunday

This day started out the best way…with a run.  I took the Cabell trail, and in keeping with tradition, got slightly lost.  The trail map and markings are great at the park….about 95% of the time.  But when there’s an arrow pointing left and no real trail going left, you just have to make your best guess.

 

The night before, Bubba asked to join me on the morning run, but we all knew that would be fun for like the first 5 minutes.  So I promised him a short run together when I got back.  He turned out to be a much better running partner than expected.  We took the Cabell trail in the opposite direction from what I had just run and figured out where I went off course.  I’m still sticking with the fact that it was a signage error….not mine. 🙂

Later that morning we went to two programs led by the rangers.  We watched Cobb, the corn snake, eat his weekly meal of a tiny thawed out mouse, then both kids held him.  We also learned lots of interesting ways to start a fire, and Chica got to try it out with a magnifying glass.  When I asked the kids at lunch today what their three favorite parts of the weekend were, both of these were mentioned.  I was slightly underwhelmed, but they were enthralled.  Doesn’t it often work that way??

If I’m being honest, I feel like I have a hard time connecting with this one these days.  I’ve written about that a bit, but that feeling keeps nagging at me.  So when she expressed interest in kayaking, I jumped on the opportunity to spend some time just with her.  We rented two boats after lunch on Sunday, and it was everything I hoped it would be.  She was (is) brave and strong and chatty and positive and encouraging.  We docked our boats twice and explored.  At lunch today both of us voted kayaking as our favorite part of the trip.

As if we hadn’t already packed enough into this day, I ended up sending the kids on a scavenger hunt before dinner.  I hid some Dollar Tree toys around the campground with clues, and they rode their bikes to find them.  The hunt was followed by a few (mostly drama free) hours of playing together.

Monday

I was feeling brave this morning, so I decided on a morning bike ride instead of run.  I’m still so green at riding trails.  I picked the longest, easiest trail in the park, the River Trail.  Most of it was a really wide, grassy path, but the end had several super steep downhill sections.  I’ve been reading about taking risks in my math teacher book, and I know risks are how we learn.  So…..I leveled my pedals, stood up, stuck my elbows out and butt back, cried out “Jesus! Jesus!” a few times, and went for it.  I lived to tell about it, y’all.  It was kinda fun.

The rest of the day was just packing up and hot.  Real hot.  The most exciting thing that happened was that we found a black widow spider building an egg sac on the top of our tent, under the rain fly.  I snapped this picture and took a short video before Jay killed it.

 

And finally, a few more pictures just for fun!  I asked Jay to send me a few of his best photos from the weekend.  Apparently he either really likes funny face photos, or that’s all we ever do when he pulls out the camera.

   

 

 

 

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Summer Week 2

Day 8 Home Alone

Nana and Papa took the kids for the day, so I had great intentions of being super productive on my kid-free day.  I know you’re surprised but….that didn’t exactly happen.  I did catch up on emails, clean up a bit, and do some planning for next week, but mostly I spent the day finishing up this book, The Hate U Give. I picked it up from the library thanks to the Facebook recommendation of a camp friend.  I’m still trying to figure out what to say about it.  Saying “I love it” just doesn’t feel quite right for a book that’s all about police brutality.  To borrow my friend’s words, it rocked my world.  I was struck by how the main character struggled to fit in and be herself, both in her own neighborhood and in her almost all white school.  I can’t help but wonder if this is the reality of some of our students, especially Chica’s classmates.  I was also struck by how the author was able to describe the real, personal, raw experience of people who are victims or witnesses of police violence.  These real life events become so politicized so fast in the media.  We forget….I forget….that behind them are real people with stories so much deeper than we will ever know.  This is the kind of book that changes you.

Day 9 Yes, We RNUTS

After a downtown run and my first trip to the Community Market this summer, we headed to Roanoke for the Roanoke Non-Ultra Trail Series (RNUTS) picnic.  The food was good, the company was great, and we finally got our sweet jackets.  I’m not embarrassed to admit that the purple jacket is what pushed me over the edge to sign up for the series.  Now we just have to wait for an appropriate time to wear them…

*Update:  Monday was rainy and uncharacteristically cold for June, and I was thrilled. 🙂

Day 10 Indoor Picnic

What’s better than a picnic in the park?  A picnic inside!  There’s no worry of kids wandering off too far, no need for sunscreen, way less sweating….it’s pretty great.  That’s what we did this morning at church!  Here’s my crew enjoying lunch, including Nana and Emily.  My favorite parts of the morning were playing games with Bubba in the gym and watching Chica ham it up on stage as Gideon’s servant.

I tweeted today’s other memory about Pokemon and talking math with Bubba here.   #goodbookchoiceafterall

Day 11 Summer Tomatoes

So today is a perfect example of why I am trying to post a memory from each summer day.  I have no trips, no play dates, and no funny stories to post.  In the morning I led a STEM class at an LC summer camp.  The kids spent the afternoon and evening with Nana, and I tried to get work done while they were gone.  I cooked rainbow chard to go with our chicken dinner, and Jay pretty much hated it.  It was just a regular ol’ day, and this is my only photo to show for it.

But the tomatoes.  Can we just talk about summer tomatoes for a moment?  I got these huge, ripe ones from the first lady on the right at the market, and I’m embarrassed to tell you just how much I paid for them.  But it was WORTH. IT.  Toast the bread, butter it, put on the big honkin’ slices, top with salt and pepper, and enjoy summer on a plate.  All the people in my house ask for more, and I couldn’t be happier.

Day 12 Puke

This has become a common thread this week, but Nana kept the kids again this morning so things would be a bit easier at my STEM class.  Bubba joined me in the afternoon for some errands, and he complained of an upset stomach the whole time.  He refused to eat dinner and fell fast asleep in Jay’s lap when the rest of us were done eating.

About 20 minutes later, Bubba started to rouse.  He took one confused look around and promptly puked right in Jay’s lap.  Twice.  Thankfully I caught the third time in a trashcan.  The look on Jay’s face was one of pure horror.  I was so sure Jay was going to puke in response, right on top of Bubba, but he held it together miraculously.

There are several circumstances in our house where I play the Mom Card….certain things I declare I won’t do or put up with, just because I’m the mom:  I won’t let sweaty Bubba put his sweaty head on me when it’s hot outside.  I don’t do feet.  Everyone’s been thoroughly warned that tickling and Wet Willies are a sure way to pull back a nub.  Well, Jay pretty much plays the Dad Card on puke, so I had the pleasure of cleaning everything up.  I snapped this picture after all the excitement had died down.  Poor guy.

Day 13 Yes
It feels like I’m always saying no during the school year.  No, I can’t do a Sunday afternoon run.  No, I can’t make game night.  No, work, school, the house is a mess, blah, blah, blah.  But this picture reminds me that there are way more chances to say yes in the summer.  Rachel posted that she was going for an after dinner walk, and thankfully, I could join her!  We talked about book clubs, school stuff, trips, being young with bodies that are starting to feel old, and everything in between.  Note the big ol’ ice pack on her booty and the fact that I still can’t figure out the posing thing despite her many lessons.  Whatevs.

Day 14  Pop See Ko

Go Noodle is the break of choice at our LC camp this week.  Today we watched Pop See Ko, a favorite for nearly everyone.  We had to go by school afterwards to drop some things off, and they were still singing Pop See Ko when we got there.  I was feeling grumpy as ever at this particular moment, but them getting along and enjoying each other helped to pull me out of my funk a bit.  Bubba’s move was to jump and cross both his arms and legs.

Also, tonight the kids made pancakes with no help AND packed their own stuff for camping.  That’s a Double Parent Level Up right there.

Wide Angle Lens

This week for my grad class I had to write a portrait of myself as a teacher.  Something about this process was so hard.  When the first question in the reflection asked me to describe how I handle my emotions, all I could think about was the class of second graders I had yelled at that afternoon.  Like really yelled.  It was ugly.

In my assignment I was also supposed to reflect on my use of rich tasks, classroom discourse, and evidence of student learning….and on and on and on.  But my ability to think objectively about all of those areas was totally clouded by my most recent mistakes.  It’s been a hot mess kind of week, and I just kept picturing the teacher I made cry, the class I made sit and listen for waaay too long, and the balls I’ve been dropping all along the way.

I had my zoom lens on, and it wasn’t pretty.  Thankfully though, I got an email yesterday that helped me to begin to zoom out.  Then at lunch today I read an article that made my view a little wider.  Tonight, at the Chipotle checkout of all places, God reminded me a third time of the value of a wide angle lens: The portrait of me as a teacher spans 11 years, not one week.   Here are three snapshots that I must include:

*A mom of a student I taught four years ago emailed me for advice for her youngest daughter.  She told me her son was doing well in Algebra, and she appreciated the way I had reassured her of his understanding and ability way back in fourth grade.  She wrote, “So, as a teacher, what I so appreciate about you, among other things, is your ability to see the child and his mind, not just the results of his work.”  Her kind words have been incredibly encouraging to me.

*Today at lunch I read an article about local high school athletes who have signed with colleges.  One of my former fourth grade students received a full scholarship to play football.   I can only imagine the kind of determination and commitment it has taken for him to land this spot.  This has given me such renewed hope for my current students.  

*Tonight at Chipotle the girl ringing me up stops and says, “You look so familiar.”  I knew right away by her age that I must have taught her, but no names were coming to me.  (I don’t have that gift like my friend Ruth does.)  But as soon as she told me her name, I remembered exactly who she was.  And guess what that beautiful young woman said next?  “I still remember what you taught me, all those rhymes!  6 times 8 equals 48.  I never forgot it!”  I did a little dance right there in Chipotle.  No shame.  And I asked her if I could hug her.  Yep.  Again, no shame.  I told her that she had totally made my night, and continued dancing with my chicken bowl all the way to the door.

I know I run the risk of appearing like I’m tooting my own horn by recording these moments, but that’s truly not my intention.  I need to write them down to remind myself next month or next week or maybe tomorrow at 3:30pm that I am making an impact.  But more importantly than that, I want to remind my teacher friends that WE are making an impact.  My newest teacher friends, you’ve have never had the experience of meeting one of your students all grown up.  But your day will come too, and you’ll forget their names and embarrass them and be so stinkin’ thankful all in the same moment.

Carry on, friends.

26 Memories

Air Mattress – These days Jay and the kids like to camp out in the basement on the air mattress.  I hope this is a memory they’ll talk about when they are big.

BB-8 – Chica came into my room tonight to tell me she had finished five things on her to-do list, but mostly she wanted me to notice her super cool dangle BB-8 earrings she had just put on.  They were a most perfect Christmas gift from Aunt Rachel & Uncle Justin.

Coaching – I’ve been reading about content coaching yesterday and today for my next class.  I get overwhelmed and encouraged as I read, all at the same time.

Dessert – Our family has decided that these brownies are our new favorite dessert.  In case you’re wondering, a double batch is the way to go. Thanks, Mom.

Estimate – I spent one and a half snow days last week making this super cool Lego sculpture…times two.  Our students and staff have to now estimate how many Legos were used to make it.  I can’t wait to see if anyone will be close.

Finished  – Chica finished Chasing Space tonight.  It was so fun to watch her be excited to read about something other than dragons.

Groceries – Technology failed us tonight.  I made the grocery list on Google Docs so that I could keep updating it as Jay shopped.  However, it never refreshed on his phone, so he came home with about half of the things I was expecting.  We don’t argue over much, but we both almost got our panties in a wad over whose fault this was.  Conclusion: It was no one’s fault.

Hidden Figures – This is my new favorite movie, and this book is at the top of my summer reading list, along with Chasing Space and I Am Malala.  On the off chance that I finish all three of those, I think I also want to read Code Girls.  I usually spend my few free weeks of the summer reading fiction aimed at fourth and fifth graders, but I’m hoping to up my game this year. Maybe my two English teacher friends are rubbing off on me.

Integers – I helped a friend prep for making a video on integer multiplication today.  Red and yellow counters are the way to go if you ever have to explain to someone why a negative times a negative equals a positive.

Jordan – One of our former students lost his life this week to gun violence.  This has rocked me in a way that I cannot describe.  So many questions.

Kids – And many of those questions have to do with the kids I teach today.  How can I convince them that what I have to offer is better than what the street has to offer them?  How can we expect them to care about improper fractions or series circuits or the Virginia Company of London when their most basic needs are not being met?  Am I doing enough?  What else can we do?

Little Dickens – I spent the morning upstairs at Little Dickens sharing my kids’ public school experience with a sweet friend.  Public school is the only option that we have ever considered, and I am over and over thankful for the ways that their teachers and classmates are influencing them.  There are so many hard things and much brokenness, but there is also so much good.

My bribe – The kids had to tag along while we talked, so I bribed them with a stop at the Humane Society if they let us talk in peace.  I sent them in the cat rooms and just watched from the window.  Parenting win.

Netflix – Please watch David Letterman’s interview with Obama on Netflix.  I came home from school on Friday just so stinking discouraged about our country.  I’m embarrassed to be represented by our current President who devalues people in such an ugly way.  But then I watched Obama’s interview, and I tried to cling to its message of hope.

“I think in the whole struggle, there may be some setbacks, some delays, some interruption…but you take a long hard look, we will get there.  We will redeem the soul of America.  We will make this little piece of real estate we call America, and the world, a little better.  We all have a role to play.  We all can do something, we all can make a contribution.” – Rep. John Lewis

Our Friend, Martin – Today my tiny contribution was watching this with my kids, educating us all on the man and the message that this day celebrates.  Chica said her takeaway was that, “he didn’t just fight for Black people, but for the rights of all people.”

Patterns – I’m still trying to figure out what my pattern lesson will look like for first grade tomorrow.  This blog was supposed to be a quick diversion.  Two hours later….

Quiet – At dinner last night we took turns asking each other deep and not-so-deep questions.  I asked, “What does the world need more of?”  Bubba’s response was, “Quiet.”  Yes, Bubba.  Agreed.

Rekenreks – My most fantastic husband has cut and drilled over 250 pieces of wood to make rekenreks, a math tool that’s similar to an abacus.  I’m so thankful for that guy.  I can’t wait to give them to our teachers.

Star Wars – Tonight Bubba listened to a Star Wars early reader book on CD.  He then insisted on reading the whole book back to all of us after dinner.  Jay and I had to tag team it was so long.  I love this age and stage because I feel like you can almost see them grow overnight.

Tomorrow – SNOW!  Who do you think will be crazier at school tomorrow in anticipation for the snow Tuesday night?  Teachers or students?  Yeah…definitely teachers.

Undone – As it goes almost every year, I started the year off with a clean house and all kinds of plans to keep it up.  And as always, week 2 left most of those plans undone.  I recovered the dining room and den today, but the dishes and laundry are still staring at me.

Vegetable – My new favorite vegetable is brussel sprouts.  No lie.  (Yeah…I was really reaching for a V word.)

Water bear – Chica has a fascination with tardigrades or water bears.  Today she found a stuffed one at Givens.  I’m saving this for a birthday idea.  #nerdtoys

eXpectations – A family in our life group had a baby, and an invitation was extended for each of the families to bring a meal.  Oh the pressure:  How am I going to get it there on time and feed my own family?  What if I make the same thing as the person before me?  What can I make that the kids will eat?  How will I keep it hot?  This bring a meal thing is second nature to some people, but it makes me break out in sweat.  So I decided to lower my expectations.  I’m going to figure out something I can bring that I don’t have to make…just pick up.  Like pizza. Or Panera.  Or a rotisserie chicken….whatever.  Lower the expectations, and I can do this!

YMCA – Jay’s been going on Tuesday and Thursday mornings.  I’m proud of his consistency, even through the crazy cold mornings.

Zero – I have zero ideas for a letter Z memory, just like I still have zero ideas for my pattern lesson tomorrow.  Now back to it….

The Candy Stash

There are a million other things I should be doing.  I should be unloading the dishwasher that Jay loaded last night or putting away the laundry he folded.  I should be cutting the grass I started almost a week ago or updating the website I promised someone I would work on 6 months ago.  But thanks to some unexpected efficiency, I’m done with homework approximately 5 hours early, the kids are entertained with their neighborhood buddy, and I want to do anything except what I should be doing.  So here I am.

One of my favorite things lately has been the “On This Day” Facebook button.  Nearly every time I click it, I find at least one blog post from a summer gone by, and I have the treat of remembering something that has long escaped my memory.  Yesterday I reread the story of Chica putting Bubba to sleep.  That girl continues to love on her brother who is sometimes so hard to love.  Late at night I often discover them snuggled up in bed, and she’s now the one patiently teaching him about bossy R and silent E.  She also answers his grumpy-cat “What if…” questions until he talks himself right out of being mad.  She’s a special kind of patient.

Everyday those posts from 4 years ago or 5 years ago remind me that I must keep writing, if only for my own memory.  So, today, I bring you (er….me….4 years later) the Candy Stash.

First, a few important things you should know:

I love Hot Tamales.  I also love school.  Combine the two, and I have superpowers.

I have been in school for two full years, finished one and a half extra degrees, and I’m starting on a third.  That plus working full time and being a mom and a wife….it’s ridiculous, I know.

Sometimes I get tired.  When 11pm or 12am comes, and I have 3 journal articles to read and yet another discussion question to answer, all I want to do is sleep.  But I must press into this crazy path I chose for myself.  Unfortunately I don’t like coffee.  Sorry Sarah…..I know it’s hard to believe, but I still don’t.  So it’s the Hot Tamales, and sometimes gummy worms, that get me through.  (That and 10 minute power naps with my head down on my books in front of me.  I’ve mastered it.)

Well at some point last semester our candy stash ran out.  When there aren’t Hot Tamales, I’m usually desperate enough that I’ll eat just about anything sweet that I can find.   There’s old Christmas candy, then Valentine’s candy, then I might go back to the Halloween candy that no one wanted, right before the Easter candy arrives.  But somewhere around late May our bucket ran completely dry.  In one particularly low moment of late-night writing, I ate something…ok…several somethings that Chica had been saving on her dresser.

And then she noticed.

There’s nothing quite like having to admit to your nine year old that your self control is so lacking that you stole candy that she had been saving.

“It’s ok, Mom,” eyes just this side of teary.

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I don’t exactly remember how I found out, but it was genius:

She now has her own Candy Stash.

She’s hidden her special candies in a new spot in her room, and she has clearly let me know that she’s not planning to tell me where it is so that I won’t eat it all up.  Bubba’s in on the secret too.  The especially funny thing to me is that they aren’t hiding it so that they can eat it in secret.  They still ask me each time they get some.  They’re just hiding it so I won’t eat it.  Ha!

Well, I was 9 once, and I’ve cleaned her room top to bottom multiple times, so I pretty much know all of the hiding spots.  So while getting ready to write this post, I went looking to see if I could find it.  Score.

But since it’s not 11pm, AND my homework is all done, I didn’t take any.  I just left this note:

 

I’ll let you know when she finds it.

 

I Hate You

There are lots of good things about four.

Four means he can buckle and unbuckle himself from the backseat, and it doesn’t take an eternity.  Four means I can trust him, sometimes, to go into the men’s bathroom and come out with his hands actually washed with soap.  At four he can reach the faucet to get his own cup of water and unlock the front door when my hands are full.

But four also brings heavy new words.

I hate you.

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At two or three, there was screaming.  High pitched, ear-piercing, scream-bloody-murder-until-you-pull-the-car-over-and-make-me-stop screaming.

Most of the time with the screaming I kept my cool, trying to remember Jay’s words: It’s only a phase, it’s only a phase.  But on desperate days I screamed right back at him, threatened the wrath of Daddy, or just tried to whip it out of him.  That was not pretty.

But the screaming taught me something.  While it feels oh-so-good in the instant to throw my own ugly mommy tantrum right back at them, it’s never good afterwards.  Minutes or even seconds later, there’s that sick to my stomach feeling that serves as a reminder that I just demonstrated the exact kind of behavior I am trying to get rid of in my kids.  So I would stew a little longer, finally resolve to let go of my pride, apologize, and then try to have the conversation I should have had the first go round.

So now I try hard to skip my own tantrum and go straight to the calm convo.  For my teacher friends, I’m all about the reteaching part of PBIS.  Hear me – I still screw up plenty.  Last night at bedtime, for example, Ugly Mommy put the kids to bed via shouts from the basement.  Ugh.  Still not pretty.  But I’m trying to do things differently.

I think today in the doorway of my classroom he was expecting, hoping perhaps, that he’d push me to that ugly point with those three tiny words.  Eight letters.  Ihateyou.

But I took a deep breath and reminded myself that he doesn’t actually hate me.  Instead of the swift smack to that chubby spot on the back of his leg that I wanted to give him, he got an earful instead.  It went something like…

I love you, Bubba.  I know you don’t hate me.  I know those are words that you say because you are angry.  You are angry because we have to leave right now which means you have to stop playing the iPad.  Next time when this happens, you can say, “I don’t like it when I have to stop.  I wish I could play longer.”  But you don’t need to say those ugly words.  Those words hurt my feelings, and you don’t really mean what you are saying.

I hope he heard the most important part:  I love you, Bubba.

Maybe he even heard: I love you, Bubba, even when you’re begin a jerk.  I love you enough to keep reteaching you, to keep reminding you to not sin in your anger.  Say what you mean, but leave out the extra.  I know there will be even bigger screw ups than Ihateyou in the doorway, and I will keep loving you.

Iloveyou.  Eight letters.

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Yesterday I heard a teacher friend say something that I just have to add.  She explained that whenever there’s a problem in her classroom, she looks at herself first.  Instead of, what’s that kid’s problem, it’s, what can I change?  

This.

While I certainly can’t bear the total responsibility of my four year old’s words, I have to admit that I contributed to it.  I dragged them to school for yet another day of hanging out while Mommy works on projects.  I worked right up until the time we needed to go, so we had to hurry.  I probably hadn’t given enough of a warning that go-time was coming.

Yes, the four year old has room to grow, but so does this (almost) thirty-four year old.

Spring Mememberies

Chica doesn’t talk about her Memembery Book anymore, but I still think that I need one.  Here’s the spring 2015 edition…

1.  In March, I ran the Shamrock Half Marathon in Virginia Beach.  My time was right under  two hours, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.  Two of my favorite mememberies from that weekend include biking to the start in the dark with Jay and seeing my sweet family on the course twice.  While I was there, I mapped out my racing and training plan for the next six months or so.  I’ve got 4 races on the calendar:  XTERRA Richmond in June, Percival’s Island Five Miler in July, Virginia 10 Miler in September, and the Richmond Marathon in November.  I am SO enjoying the training right now.
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2.  Each year our fourth graders go on an overnight field trip to an outdoor education camp.  This year we tried out a new location, W.E. Skelton 4-H Educational Conference Center, and we loved it!  We went canoeing, fishing, tried out archery, held snakes, made s’mores by the campfire, practiced using a compass, and learned how to start a fire without matches.  I have three favorite mememberies from our time there….an early morning run with two mommas, playing adults vs. kids soccer, and a hilarious dinner conversation about the birds and the bees chickens and puppies.  Ask me sometime about the unfortunate consequences of having an OB-GYN doc for a mom.  🙂

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3.  Thanks to a too-good-to-pass-up Groupon deal, our family of four took a quick Spring Break trip to DC.  We stayed in Tyson’s Corner and took the Metro into the city two different days.  On our first day there we went to the new air & space museum and visited a friend’s church for his Saturday evening service.  On Sunday we toured the zoo, ate at Hard Rock Cafe, and checked out the Building Museum.  Monday was monument day, and we made quite the trek:  Washington Monument, Jefferson Memorial, Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial, and Lincoln Memorial.  We ate a very tired lunch at McDonald’s across from the White House then headed home.  A few of my favorite mememberies were watching Chica learn how to read the Metro map, a paper airplane contest in the air & space museum, and the gift from Jay of a free hour to sip sangria and read in the hotel restaurant.

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4.  For her birthday, grandma gifted Chica with a weekend at Mom & Me at Eagle Eyrie.  We met my friend Stephanie and her daughter Gracie there.  Chica had a fabulous time, and I had fun watching her have fun.  I’m not sure what she would offer as her favorite part, but I enjoyed packing shoeboxes, eating ice cream, visiting with Stephanie, and just having a chance to focus on one kid.

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5.  We spent Mother’s Day in Richmond with my mom.  It was delightful.  Saturday morning I got to go on a long trail run on the Buttermilk Trail.  After my run I took several laps around the South of the James Farmer’s Market in Forest Hill Park.  The rest of the time we mostly rested and cooked.  I used this weekend as an excuse to try out two new recipes:  stuffed shells and spinach salad.  They were keepers, and I have repeated both once since that weekend.  A few more mememberies from that weekend include an early morning walk with my mom, fishing with the kids and Grandma on the dock, and a brief photo shoot with Jay. He wanted me to try to capture a new head shot he could use for work and school:

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6.  The other major event for that weekend was applying for college.  What the what!?!  I know….as if two kids, a job, a husband, a house, and marathon training were not enough, I’ve decided to start working on my masters.  Woohoo!  I’m going to working on a M.A. in Mathematics Education (K-6) from Western Governors University.  If all goes well with my admissions interview this week, I start July 1.  I can’t wait, actually.  Here’s my excited-but-whattheheckhaveigotteninto face:
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7.  The very next weekend brought a long awaited visit from my college friend, Sarah-Anne.  She arrived the day of my final SOL, so I was able to take off the next day to spend with her and three other college friends in Richmond.  Perhaps my favorite part of her visit is that life just continued to happen ’round here, and she got to be a part of it.  Doing dishes, packing lunches, going for weekend long runs, hanging out with my momma….it was fun to do all of those things together.  I felt blessed to be able to do Friday kid-free so that I could soak in the sweetness of my friends’ kids instead of worrying about mine.   Also, Saturday morning SAL and I returned to the same farmer’s market from the weekend before.  My mom gave us each $20 to spend, and we eeked every cent out of it…goat cheese, quinoa bowl, ripe strawberries, fresh juice, crepe, homemade granola bar, and snap peas.  Yum.

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8.  We were double blessed with cross country guests that weekend.  Uncle Justin and Aunt Rachel came in from California, and we were able to celebrate the upcoming birth of the latest baby Proffitt.  At some point during the weekend Bubba caught wind of the fact that there was a baby growing in Rachel’s belly and asked, “Can I pet it?”  I think that story is going to get a lot of miles!  Chica and I thoroughly enjoyed the baby shower together.  We so can’t wait to meet Baby Proffitt!

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9.  My kids really rocked their SOL tests.  I am so proud of them.  As promised, they were rewarded with extra recess, popsicles, and the privilege of pieing me.  Here’s the video of me getting pied for your viewing pleasure….

 

10.  And finally, this past week Jay and I treated four fun fourth graders to an afternoon of Science & S’mores.  This was a silent auction idea that we dreamed up for our spring carnival.  We microwaved ivory soap, made everyone’s favorite non-Newtonian fluid, played with snap circuits, attempted a popsicle stick chain reaction, and…best of all…played with dry ice to our hearts’ content.

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Since we never really got the popsicle thing to work at school, we of course had to try it again at home:

 

11.  I was going to stop at 10 mememberies, but I found this picture in my phone as I was looking at others.  It was too good to pass up.  Bubba insisted on wearing his bowtie to school twice this week.  He would have worn it a third day, but he ran out of clean polo shirts.  He’s convinced that button down shirts need neckties, not bowties.  I’m certain he won’t stop asking about it until he gets one.  Funny guy.

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How about you, friends?  What’s your favorite spring memembery?  I hope you’ll leave me a comment and share!