California Spring

I know that Spring officially starts on March 21st (right?), but I think in California, it actually starts at least a month earlier. I can't believe that every tree already has so many beautiful blossoms on it! These pictures show some of my favorites from our front yard, and even on the most stressful of days, they can bring me some peace.

Thanks Tara!

You should really order something from Tara's etsy shop (link on the right of my blog). I got this "J" pendant from her and I love it so much, that I want to wear it every day!!!!!

My Memory is Failing Me

So, when I was in 5th grade, I ran for school secretary. Who knows why? I can't even remember why. I think some of my friends were doing it, and it sounded fun. The strange parts are a) I was new to the town and school, and b) I was really shy.

But the most memorable part for me is my speech. My dad also ran for an office in his elementary school, and my speech was derived almost word-for-word from his rhyming speech. (as a little ten year old, that made it even extra special).

Here is the beginning of my speech. I have it saved somewhere, all hand-written in my young hand writing.

My name is Jamie Blasco, as some of you may know.

I'd like to be your secretary, to help our school to grow.

If you elect me, you can be sure

that things will be even better than they were!

And here's the funny part. Somehow, my memory has failed me and as long as I can recall, I've had the memory that I lost that election. Until I saw this picture.

So, I was at a function last week where I was able to see the newspaper clipping from October 1987. And guess what? I WON, and I served as the secretary that whole year! Strange, huh? Now that I see this, I recall it very vaguely.

But I'm only 31. This is sad. And it makes me want to keep on with my blogging so I don't keep letting the details slip from my mind!

I've Identified My Problem (or one of them)

At least in the classroom. So, my master teacher and I have been teaching every other day. So, yes, that means I am doing full days of teaching. In charge of every little thing. She's there, of course, but the kids know that on Mrs. Maxfield's days, they are supposed to come to me with requests (bathroom, drink, etc) and on Mrs. Garza's days it's her. We both jump in and help eachother when needed, but they know that one teacher is in charge at a time (for the most part).

Anyway, as she's observed me now a few times and has had plenty of positive feedback. But the main area that I need to work on (according to myself and her) is the classroom management.

But here's where it gets confusing. Her style is to have them pull a card. They get a few warnings, and then it's a card pulled. And she does a lot of reprimanding. Which, is unavoidable in 1st grade, I'm sure. But, see, I really really really like to avoid too much of the "don't", "stop", "here's a punishment" sort of thing. And so it's hard for me to actually make them pull a card. But, as she's pointed out, they have to know to take me serious. Especially as they are getting to know me and my style (heck, I'm barely getting to know me and my style).

So I will admit that classroom management is REALLY hard. I mean, there are 5 kids out of the 20 who literally have .5 second memories when you ask them to not do something, and they disrupt the rest of the class constantly. Sometimes I want to stop in the middle of the lesson and scream. Often, at that point, I will send a child to the back of the classroom or back to their desk (if we are at the rug area). I have to constatly decipher between bad behavior, and lack of impulse control. So....is Brandon actually deserving a consequence? Or is he just having a hard time controlling himself next to Grant, so moving him to a different location would actually solve the problem.

I could write a book on my frustration with this. But I think two things. 1) I need to really find MY authentic style of managing the children. Setting rules, expectations and the classroom flow. 2) But the problem is, I am coming into ANOTHER teacher's classroom mid-year. So I can't really just flip flop the whole thing and change what doesn't work for me. It's a challenge!

It sure is interesting to constantly intercept the questions/comments thrown at me in the classroom! Like, Makayla came up to me really excitedly and said "Mrs. Maxfield, my Uncles got their ears pierced yesterday!". Quickly, I decided to just say "Really? Wow!". Because what else do you say to that?

Or how about on Friday, as I was reminding them that today we get to make root beer floats, and Jaedon said "My dad made a BEER float one time and I got to taste it". And I said "that sounds really gross". Then Garrin piped in "No it's not gross, my dad lets me have beer and it's GOOD". I mean, they are SIX years old! I just changed the subject on that one.

After six weeks, I already love these kids. I get a quick teary feeling when I think of saying goodbye to them in three weeks. I am on quite the ride!

100% - But What Does THAT Mean?

The other morning, Lexi and Jordyn were comparing school papers.

Lexi said "I wonder why my teacher writes one zero, zero, seven on my papers?".

And Jordyn responded, "Mine writes one, zero, zero, one".

I was confused, so I said "what are you guys talking about?". And they showed me the papers (above in the pic) with 100% on them. Ha ha ha ha, I just laughed!

So, I explained to them what 100% meant. And that their teachers just write the percent sign a little differently. But then it made me realize.....how many kids have no idea what I'm telling them when I write that on their papers? Maybe I should talk about that at school tomorrow!

Lexi's Field Trip

Last week Lexi's Kindergarten class had a "transportation" field trip. Tucker was able to go with Jordyn's class last year, and then again with Lexi this year. Here's Lexi with her class.

Mason, Elias, Ruby and Lexi

I love this picture because the boy on the left is Lexi's friend Daniel. He is such a nice boy and Lexi always tells me that she plays with him, even when no one else wants to. She has such a sensitive little heart.

I'm so glad that Lexi loves Kindergarten so much. She absolutely loves her teacher. Last week, Mrs. Donabedian had to miss two days. Lexi came home sad and said "I was grumpy today because Mrs. Donabedian wasn't there". It's incredible the important role that a teacher can play in the lives of their students!

Stake History Project

If you recall, last summer, I was asked to help with the big project of putting together the history of our church in this area of California (over the past 30+ years). It's been a huge project, and we are finally finishing with it as of tonight!!

In the past week alone, I've worked on it as follows (I have to record this for myself):
(last) Sat: 8 hours
Sun: 6 hours
Mon: 9 hours
Tues: 2 hours
Wed: 4 hours
Thurs: 7 hours
Fri: 8 hours
Sat: 5 hours
TOTAL: 49 hours in ONE WEEK

And on top of that, I spend 40 hours at school per week. So I haven't really slept this week. Or seen my family.

And that is not including the hundreds of hours since last summer. I'm sure if I had known what I was getting into, I wouldn't have accepted the challenge. My side-kick, Georgeanna Johnson, is 70 years old and she has done easily double the work I have on this....so how can I complain?

Tonight we're presenting the one-hour video presentation and I'm really nervous. I hope technology doesn't fail us. But then it will be OVER! My poor kids and husband probably don't remember what I look like. I'm going to figure out a way to post the video for those who used to live in this area and would be interested in watching it (Clarks, Asplunds, etc).

As crazy and INSANE as all this sounds, I have felt an inexplainable amount of energy to complete this project, and there have been several miracles along the way. I believe this was an inspired project and there are people on the "other side" helping us in this historical effort. There is no other explanation for the many photos, dates, and tidbits of info that have randomly come our way over the last year.

I'm sure tomorrow I'll have a big crash and it will hit me how tired I really am. Then I vow to slow down a bit after that. (don't laugh)

Cousin Overnighter

I wanted to document cousin Lyric's first overnighter with us last weekend. It was fun, smooth and the girls loved it! Here they are at breakfast the next morning!


This was an opportunity to use Lexi's trundle bed. She wanted to pose sittin' pretty on the trundle REALLY bad for me to snap this pic of her. But check out Peyton's hair mid-air! ha ha ha ha

Lexi's Special Day With Grandma

Seems like we hardly get to see my mom, even though we live in the same town. As the girls lives get busier with school and extracurricular activities....our lives become much more structured.

Anyway, she recently had a "special day" with Jordyn and Lexi (separately). They absolutely love one-on-one time with Grandma and think it is better than Disneyland or anything else. My mom took each of the girls to see "Hotel for Dogs" at the theatre. Which, they don't understand, is a miracle since I've beent to the theatre maybe once or twice with her in my 31 years!!! How fun is that to have popcorn and candy and your grandma all to yourself at the movies?

Sadly, I didn't get a pic of Jordyn on her special grandma day. On Lexi's special day, she got to do what she does best....shop! Lexi is the funniest little girl. She is a total fashionista. She knows exactly what she likes and how she likes it. She has an eye for clothing and made it hard for Grandma to say no! So she came home with some cute dresses and tons of matching headbands. Even though it's winter, she has worn these sundresses every day since then (even slept in them several times)

Lexi told me "I was shy when I first got to Grandma's, but then I got used to it". She was glowing when she got home and told me every single part of their day, conversation and how she felt.

Thanks Mom for making such special memories for my girls! Absolutely priceless!

Becky and the Twins!

My childhood friend, Becky (third from the left in this photo from 1995) had twin boys four months ago!!! She lives only 20 min from me, so I went for a visit last weekend. It was so fun (and unbelievable) to see her live in action with these boys. I can't imagine! Her oldest is 3 and now twins. What a woman!

Here we are....me and Peyton with Becky and the boys! They are identical and it is almost impossible to tell them apart. She even has to paint one's toenail! It was fun to see eachother, and catch up and just laugh that we're such moms now. With an even score of three girls to three boys!

Why is it?

....that the few days before my period, I can literally (and I mean literally) eat anything and everything in sight - especially if it's unhealthy - and have absolutely no limits?

It's bad. I think I gain 10 lbs and then spend the rest of the month trying to recover. Only to start the cycle over (and over and over).

Blasted hormones!

Print Your Blog

Thanks to those of you who share the "funk" with me (not that I want anyone else to be in one!). That's the only word I know how to describe the underlying "blah" I feel about so many areas in life. I guess another term would be mild depression. My therapist calls it "functioning depression". Meaning, I'm still attending to all my physical tasks, but not with the best frame of mind. I hope I can pull out of that soon because I have seemed to have permanently lost my "rose-colored lenses" for sure!

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Saturday

The girls know that Saturdays are our chore days. They have other small jobs throughout the week that we (recently began) give them $1 per week allowance for doing. Those are jobs like checking animal's food, keeping the front door area clean of shoes, clearing the dinner table and making sure their bathroom stays picked up. But Saturdays we try to tackle their play room (sometimes I just shut the door because I can't handle it), their rooms, I mop all the tile, etc...just more of a thorough cleaning.

Today was that sort of day. I'm posting pics of our "clean" house more for posterity sake than because I think it's anything brag-worthy. This is pretty much as good as it gets, folks!






Throughout our chores, it's Peyton's job to run around the house naked (or so she thinks!). I hate to embarrass her, but since our blog is private....I had to include her streaking down the hallway!

And, of course, there's nothing better than playing with playdough....naked.

Then, when the house was clean enough, we moved on to Valentine Cards. I'm still trying to figure out why I thought it sounded easier to do home-made ones amidst everything else. But I had lots of scraps to do it with, and they thought it sounded like fun! It actually went fairly smooth (plus it helped that Pey was napping)!

By mid afternoon, the kids needed to get out of the house. Tucker had an idea to take them to a Frisbee Golf course. They have one in a nearby town, and it's free, so they had a little outing in our version of cold weather (low 50's).

Aren't these girls cute? If I do say so myself?

And now the day is done and here I sit. Feeling way more tired than I used to at 10:30 pm. Wishing I didn't have to teach a lesson at church tomorrow. And wondering when I'll get out of this funk I've been in this past month. Wish me luck.

Inquisitive

(self timer portrait by Peyton)

I have to write these down or I'll forget.

At school, we've recently learned about Martin Luther King Jr., and also Ruby Bridges (little African-American girl who went to an all white school in the 60's....had lots of persecution). So we watched a movie about her. Keep in mind that everything Jordyn does at school is the same as what I'm doing because her teacher plans with my teacher, so it's great.

Anyway, Jordyn was really impacted by this movie and story. She kept asking me lots of questions, like what was inclusion and why was Ruby so sad, etc. Anyway, this lead to some conversation about our new President Barack Obama. Lexi proudly said that she voted for Obama (in their class polls last year) and Jordyn said she voted for McCain.

After some discussion, Jordyn took me off guard by asking "so Mom.... who is more important....Obama or Jesus?".

(ha ha ha ha, too funny! I think I made up some answer about them both being important, but no one is really comparable to Jesus, etc)

OK, which leads me to a conversation with Peyton a few weeks ago. She and I were in the car waiting for Tucker to come back, and she was asking me questions. She said "where's Santa Mommy?". So I told her that Santa went home since Christmas is over. (This conversation happened at least 10 more times in a row).

But then she asked me "Where's Jesus Mommy?". (try to answer THAT one to a two year old!). I said "He's up in Heaven honey". To which she answered "What?". (she doesn't understand the concept of "heaven" yet). So after a few failed attempts at that, I said "He's up there" and gestured to the sky. That seemed to satisfy her for a minute.

Until I heard "I can't SEE him Mommy!! I can't SEE Jesus!".

Finally I think I just resorted to "I know, I'm sorry honey!".

Journal

("My View of My Mommy"....by Peyton my newest family photographer)

I feel like all I ever talk or write about it a) my busy schedule and b) being tired. But it's hard to pretend those don't exist, since they are the dominating forces at the moment.

Midway through my fourth week, I'm still surviving and enjoying it even. Last night, I started night class that will last two months. It was hard to get home at 10:00 pm, and I felt extra tired today...but it is a class of 40 other student teachers from around the valley, and I really think I'll learn a lot from them and their experiences.

The teacher encouraged us to journal our experiences. She said that will help with the highs and lows we experience as teachers. So thanks to my blog, I've sort of been doing that!

She also said that had she caught us earlier in our education...she would have told us we were CRAZY for going into this profession! What? Thanks! But she's right. Not an easy career path, but obviously rewarding and meaningful.

As I was teaching math today, I felt my own frustrations surge and I need to learn how to handle them. It's hard to not feel like you're not doing a good enough job teaching when some kids "get it" and others don't. Logically, I know that not everyone learns at the same time and in the same way or same speed. But emotionally, that's hard to swallow and accept. I hate seeing some of the kids zone out because they just don't understand "greater than" or "less than". It makes me feel flustered and frustrated. I don't let THEM know that, but I can tell when I start to feel my voice dry out and the need for the air to be on 60 degrees that I'm hot and bothered. Poor little kids. I don't feel frustrated at THEM, but at myself. I need to learn that balance.

Planning lessons sort of reminds me of planning for motherhood. You have this mental plan of how things should go, and you never factor in all the bumps in the road that throw your plan off. Planning a perfect lesson can sound great in your head, and then the kids are too wild, ask to go to the bathroom too many times, get distracted by their neighbor playing with a piece of string and snot running down their nose!

My mom always says "Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape". So true!

Really though, I just want to take all of these kids home. I love them all for such different reasons, and I really feel strongly about seeing them all as individuals. Yesterday, they were testing in their ability to write 1-100 and one little boy was sort of spacing off and looking around. Mrs. Garza though he was trying to cheat, so she sort of marched up to him and said "Nathan, keep your eyes on your paper! Don't cheat!". And then marched away back to the class (he was with me at the back table). What she didn't see when she walked away were his eyes filled with tears and how hard he was trying to hold back his sadness. I knew he wasn't trying to cheat. And I knew she wasn't trying to be mean. Keeping on top of 20 6 year olds isn't easy! So I just said "Nathan, it's okay. You are doing such a great job! Don't worry, you're not in trouble". And he took some deep breaths and calmed down.

As tired as I am, I am trying really hard to make the little time I have with my girls be good time. I don't get on the computer, I give them lots of hugs and I try to seem really interested in all they have to say. So far, I don't think anyone has been too negatively impacted by the extreme change in our lives. We're making it work. And since the girls are in school most the day, they can relate to what I'm doing at work. It's all sort of connected.

Tomorrow, my supervisor is observing me teach another Math lesson, so wish me luck (and patience).

Happy Chinese New Year

We took the whole class to Chinese Pagoda this week for lunch. We have been learning about Chinese New Year, and so we joined two other classes on a long walk (maybe 1 1/2 miles round trip) to the local Chinese restaurant.

The walk was really nice because the weather was in the high 50's and sunny. Beautiful! I probably said "Where's your partner? Hurry up! Walk a little bit faster honey! Watch where you're walking!" at least 25 times each. Ahhh, the attention span of a six year old! :-)

It was extra fun because Jordyn's class went too! So I got to be with her.

Here's Mrs. Garza and myself. My new buddy! You get to know someone fairly quickly when you spend 8 hours a day with them!

Me and all 20 kids. I really like them.

Me and Jordyn.

And for kicks, a shot of me playing teacher!

Gong Hay Fat Choy! (Happy New Year!)

Another Foggy Day Means I Can Blog....

I've near completed my third week. That's amazing! I've really enjoyed my experiences so far. I consider it a huge blessing from above that I have such a great relationship with my Master Teacher. With various other stresses in my life, the last thing I wanted to deal with was 9 weeks of being belittled or intimidated. She treats me like a peer, a co-worker and trusts me with any project or lesson. I don't dread coming to work at all because I actually enjoy being there (of course I dread it sometimes, but not because of her).

I work at a school with ONLY first graders. There are 13 female 1st grade teachers on one small campus. As you can imagine, the potential for conflict and competition is HIGH! And let me tell you something about myself....I HATE drama and competition. It is SO not me. I'm by no means a pushover or insecure....because I feel strong in my opinions. But I will avoid conflict at nearly all costs too. It's been so interesting to hear the "behind the scenes" of teaching. The gossip and drama that can seep into conversations makes me a bit uncomfortable. It takes a lot of effort to stay neutral, but I believe it is so worth it. I don't want to feel like I'm in Jr. High again.

So aside from my "behind the scenes" exposure, I some other feelings I'm struggling with: I am realizing that I have some issues with traditional, in-the-box-mentality, budget-cut school systems. On one hand, I understand the need for a curriculum, for assessments and for keeping the children on track. But so often throughout the day, I feel like we are herding cattle rather than teaching sweet little kids! I feel like we are throwing out worksheet after worksheet after worksheet. Followed by test after test after test. And we STILL never complete everything. Throughout the past three weeks, I've often wondered "where's the fun?".

To back up this point, yesterday the kids were on the rug area, which is where we start our math lessons. I was doing the math lesson and one of the kids pulled something out of his pocket and said "Can I share this with everyone?". And Mrs. Garza said "No, honey. I told you we don't have time for that kind of stuff!". My heart felt a little sad for a minute. I mean, I totally understand the need for every minute of every day to ensure we are fitting in the curriculum. But what happened to learning about each other and our individuality? What happened to enhancing each child and helping them embrace who they are? What about fostering their own creativity?

And to back up yet another point on individuality? What is wrong with one kid wanting to meticulously color some project, and the other kid not wanting to? How much am I supposed to encourage (force) a kid to color something who may just really not like it? Will he eventually foster a love for it, or will his interests lie more in math? Or what about the kids who REALLY don't do well with verbally administered group tests. What if their test score is really low....not because they don't know it, but because they can't focus in that sort of setting? Yet, there's not enough time for a teacher to pull them aside on every single test to do it individually. And there's not enough funding for an aide.

I guess I'm needing to mature my own perspective on this. I need to find out how much wiggle room each teacher has, each school has, and each district has to individualize each child. I just get so frustrated seeing these little kids marching around in the same exact little box trying to fit into the same mold, when they are all different. I feel so saddened that education receives ANY budget cuts at ALL. I can't believe how much teachers need aids and there are only two aides for our entire school of 200+ kids and they are solely for the English Language Learners (which are at least a third of our school).

I'm trying to stay in a learning zone and not in an opinionated zone....so I can soak up as much learning as possible. I just cringe every time we throw another spreadsheet at these kids. I get so tired of the pencil/paper stuff. And I know that, with time and experience, I can manipulate lessons and incorporate more hands on experiences. But it is a challenge to do this AND to meet the criteria within the time-frame alloted.

Lastly, I cannot believe some of the things these six year olds are learning. I asked a teacher who had been doing first grade for 23 years if she noticed the curriculum getting more difficult over time. And she said she hasn't used most of the 1st grade things she has collected over the years for the past 8 years because it has changed so much. This worksheet is an example of the word problems that are common in 1st grade. I think it's hard! And my question is......half these kids can't read well enough to understand the questions...so what do you do?

I guess I need to get rid of the thoughts that plague me, like "why can't we sing and dance" sometimes? What happened to using your creativity, getting your wiggles out and just being SIX YEARS old?

(I really am having a good time, and learning lots of positive things. These are just the thoughts plaguing me a bit right now that I had to get out there).

My Days

Ever since giving birth to Jordyn, nearly four years ago, I have hardly had a solid night's sleep. Like most mother's, and with each additional child, I've often felt exhausted and like I was running on empty.

So it's been interesting to come to the completion of my second 45 hour work week - on top of the exhaustion of motherhood. Very interesting.

I've had some question.....so here's a little FAQs:

How's your morning routine working?
Well, I HAVE to get up at 5:30 am. I ride my recumbant bike for 30 minutes because I feel like I really need to keep my body healthy to survive this rigorous schedule. I try to be totally ready when the girls get up at 7:00. Then it's the mad rush of getting them to get dressed (usually involves an obscene amount of crying on Jordyn's part because she hates every article of clothing in the universe), get them to eat, fix all three girls' hair, make sure homework is in backpacks, shoes are on sweaters are on, not to mention all of my stuff...and then I try to drive away by 7:30. It's craziness! And I say "we need to HURRY" about 155 times.

Do you feel anxious or intimidated at school?
No, I don't actually. I feel well prepared and at a good stage in my life to be around the kids and know how to teach and handle them. I'm also open to suggestions and not offended when offered one. I am enjoying what I'm learning. I'm also overwhelmed by the amount of work a teacher does. I feel tired from being on my best behavior all day long without hardly a second alone to even pee. I've re-realized that I'm a person who needs downtime to refuel. I do not have a moment's down time from 7:30 until 3:30/4:00. Or...come to think of it......it's not till 7:30 actually.

What do you feel like with the kids when you get home?
I feel a mix of feelings. To state the obvious (and be repetetive) I feel really tired when I get home. I leave kids and come home to kids. BUT, these are my OWN kids. And I feel so excited to see them and to hug them and to really make sure they know I love them and missed them. I try really hard to be "present" for the few hours of the evening. But once 7:30 hits, and they are (hopefully) in bed.....I feel half dead. Laundry? Cleaning? Are you kidding? By 9:00, I am worthless.

How do you do it all? You have so much going on!
You should see the dust balls under my couches. And you should see the piles of clean kids' laundry piled all over that will probably have to be re-washed to get out the wrinkles. And you should ask Tucker the last time we had a conversation. I definitely don't do it "all". And I don't do it all "well" either! But it's a temporary set-up and it's for a greater purpose. It's scary for sure. And I just complete one day at a time, cross it off and see it as one step closer to completing this goal!

It's interesting being around the other teachers and finding out how they all balance their kids and work. But I have not yet met one who has kids the same ages as mine. There are a few who have one baby, and there are several whose kids are older or grown. And not many have more than two kids. So, I'm probably choosing a unique phase of life to student teach in. But, for us, this is what is working and feels right. Hard, but right. And even though there isn't much room for error in our schedule right now....it's working somehow! Thank heavens for that!

PeyPey's School

For about a year now, my 27 month old has been obsessed with her sisters being at school. This causes the constant question "Lexi at school?".....or the similar statement of "JoJo at school Mommy".

Finally, the time came for PeyPey's "school"!

Today, for the first time, Peyton went to a morning daycare.

And guess what? She lived!

Because Tucker is currently able to work on a business venture from home, she gets to spend a lot of time with Daddy in my new-found life of working 45 hours per week. (On a selfish note, my time without my Peyton still feels a little like life without Oxygen).

But she also gets a day with Lindy, Lyric and Paxton (thank you!) and an afternoon with Grandma (thank you!) and two mornings a week with daycare - which will be permanently referred to as "Peypey's school", because what else would a third daughter want to be, than like her older sisters?

I think it's all working out. I am a version of tired that I don't know if I've ever been in my life. And I have to add the occasional Crystal Light Energy On-the-Go mix to my bottle of water....but it's working. Somehow, it's working.

Especially because I get to be entertained by six year olds all day long. Like the one who kept referring to "white people" (we are learning ALL about Martin Luther King Jr right now) as "peach people" (like the crayon color, ha ha ha ha). Or like the one who announced in front of the class that "Brandon said I can't say God. He said it's a bad word. It's not a bad word!!"....which turned into quite a huge class discussion that I had to decline my own opinion on and use my talent of distraction (I don't want a note sent to me from a parent on week two on the job!).

Ahhh. I had better get to bed. It's well after 9:30. Way to late for (the new) me. (did I really just say that?).

Weekend Kid Fun

Too tired to put many words......just think: pudding, neighbors dog, cousins, dancing, high school musical Soundtracks, bike-rides and 70 degree sun.

Good times.