School Days

My boys started school earlier this month. They both love it and are very blessed to have wonderful teachers. Blaise's teacher is a first year teacher, but she seems to be so good and very enthusiastic. I asked his speech teacher how things seemed to be going when she would go into the classroom to get Blaise. She very enthusiastically told me what a wonderful teacher he has and described how the kids are enjoying 1st grade so much and are learning but having so much fun doing so. I have also been very impressed with her when talking with her. Tomorrow I will be able to go with Blaise on an all-day field trip, and I am very much looking forward to that.

Isaac's 4k teacher also is very enthusiastic about learning and genuinely enjoys each child. Isaac is so excited to go to school each day, and is excited about all he is learning. It is fun to see my less intrinsically-motivated child enthusiastic about learning.

Here are a few pictures from their first couple days of school. First, my first-grader:

I brought Isaac to school the first day so that I could take a picture of him with his teacher (right) and teacher's assistant (left):



Most other days now, he rides the bus to school, because it was available. He's only on the bus with 4k kids and really likes riding with his friends. The first day, though, we waited, and waited, and waited...

Apparently she didn't think Isaac would be riding since he hadn't on the first day, so she had to come back for him. But he was all the more excited then when the bus did come.

As I said, I pick my boys up at the end of the day. Blaise decided, and arranged with his teacher, that he would go to Isaac's classroom and walk out of school with him when Isaac's class was ready to go. So they walk out every day holding hands. It's just the cutest thing!



But now that I look more closely at that picture, I really need to bring my camera and take another one - one where it doesn't look like Isaac is picking his nose! Yuck!! :)

Two more reasons our family won't be getting a dog

I am NOT a pet lover. I like other people's pets, usually, but prefer them to remain other people's pets and to come over to our yard only to be petted or played with. I didn't grow up with pets, and I'm sure that if I had, I wouldn't feel so strongly against having them. Well, that's not entirely true: my brother did have a pet hamster for two years, but he stayed primarily in his cage and slept most of the day.

A few of my reasons for not wanted a dog specifically and a pet more generally include the following:

• Hair in the house. Dog and cat hair bother me and almost disgust me when it is almost all over the place, though again I can handle it better if it's someone else's place than I'm sure I would if it were my own.
• Animals tracking dirt into the house. I have kids who do plenty of that. But at least with kids, you can have a rule that they remove their shoes before entering the kitchen or other living spaces.

• Vet expenses. I have heard some stories about how much people have paid at the vet's office, even for routine care. I think I would be accused of negligence in care of my pet if I had one.
• What to do with a dog when going out of town. It's another thing to think about and take care of when packing everyone up.

So what has me on this rampage of sorts? I found two more reasons today not to get a dog. Actually, my lawn mower found them. Even after I had picked up one other reason before mowing the lawn. Between all our neighbors, there are 5 dogs now that are regularly in our yard, and two others that are rarely here. But they have rarely given us gifts in our yard. So I blame the dog my most immediate neighbor just brought home a few weeks ago. But alas, not a big deal; I just sprayed the wheels off a couple times and reminded myself why we will not get our own dog.

That being said, we did just order a tadpole a few days ago, which should be coming in the mail in November. I am kind of excited about that one, as are my boys. But I do not plan to venture too much further than that into the world of pets.

That's just me.

The Sunflower

Isaac planted a sunflower seed in a paper cup early this spring in preschool. It was just a tiny shoot when he brought it home and we planted it. We did this with Blaise the year before, and the sunflower grew big but not huge. So we weren't expecting this one to be SO big. The boys enjoyed watching it grow, and grow, and grow. It took a while for it to be as tall as they were but then just shot up from there. "Is it going to be as tall as Daddy?" they would ask. "I don't know," I'd say. Well, I think it's safe to say that it is definitely taller than Daddy.

The boys also had to take pictures of just their brother and I. They were so proud of their pictures that I just had to include them in this post.

Dichotomies

Life is often contradictory. And I'm finding being a stay-at-home mom to be so as well. Primarily in the area of expectations and discipline.

We Catholics/Christians are imperfect beings striving for perfection. We are created with concupiscence yet attempting to not sin. It is also so with our disciplining of our children. While we must strive to accept where they are in their development and in their paths to holiness, we must also help them to become the best people they can be, through prayer, discipline, and teaching. Now, that doesn't sound so hard.

But this is exactly where I am struggling. Disobedience. Ugh! I had a little meltdown yesterday. Ok, a big meltdown yesterday. Luckily I was at my mom's and dad's house, and my mom was able to take the kids while I went into the bedroom and cried. She was also able to explain to them, in a way that I was at the time unable to do, that they must obey. And it also helps when it comes from Grandma rather than from Mom. The boys, especially the older one, had been very disobedient the last 10 days, and very melodramatic, a combination that leaves me bewildered and unsure as to what to do. On one hand, he needs discipline; on the other hand, he needs support and compassion.

So he tested me and drove me to my breaking point, and now, after having seeing me that way, he is listening and obeying fairly well. At least for now. But why did he need to see where my breaking point was before he would obey?

So at this time, accepting where the boys are in their development and their path to holiness while helping to mold them into good, holy people seems like a looming, very difficult task.

A Beginning: Where I am Now

I am nearly done with my third week home. Since first seeing that line on the first home pregnancy test, and really before then, I have wanted to be home with my kids. My mom was home with the four of us. And she was really my primary source of stability in my life, a gift for which I will always be grateful, a gift I know came with difficulties and sacrifices. I want to give my own children the same gift.

My husband and I have been working toward my staying home for at least four years now. We moved away from my parents, a very difficult move for me to make, so that we could live in an area where the cost of living is really significantly lower, thus making it easier to live off of one income. When even that alone did not allow us the luxury of my staying home, my husband made the choice to return to school and get another degree that would allow him to have a significantly higher income. After three years of 15-18 credits per semester and 6+ credits per summer, he has gotten his Bachelor's degree in accounting and business and has gotten a job about 20 min south of our home in a foundry's accounting department.

On July 25, 2011, exactly 6 years to the day after our first child was born, I officially became a stay-at-home mom. I am excited to give my two boys, ages 6 and 4 1/2, a mom who is always available to them, stability, the knowledge that they are loved greatly, and a grounding in faith, just as my mom had done for my brothers and I.

The first three weeks of my being at home have been a roller coaster of sorts, as I'm sure is true for all moms who stay home, every week. But I am also learning this new trade. I am new to all of this, in many ways, at least to the uninterrupted time with the kids. At first, it seemed as though my children, especially my melancholic 6 year old, were responding very well to my being home, really settling into a happier state of mind, and responding well to an overall decrease in stress and busyness in our home. This week, I'm seeing just the opposite. My 6 year old is struggling to behave, and I've been trying to figure out why he is so consistently difficult and disobedient, complaining and whining and threatening to throw his toys away at the drop of a hat, or the drop of a word encouraging him to say please. His extreme melancholy this week has been very frustrating to me, especially as I am also prone to being melancholic and have struggled to learn, and am still very much struggling in learning, to accept things as they are and to trust in our Good Lord.

This is my struggle, and this is my beginning. A hopeful beginning, tempered by concerns and questioning, and uncertainty. But rooted in trust and in need to trust more fully in Him Who has given my family and me this opportunity and has answered my prayers.