Monday, July 28, 2014

How Being a Teacher Has Made Me a Better Mom

Last week, my husband Trey went on a trip to Canada (Winnipeg, to be exact), and I had to become a true "supermom". I had no idea how much I really depend on his help to carry out the evening activities. I think our night time routine (dinner, bath, and bed time) is the hardest part of the day, because everyone is tired. Tired babies (which are sometimes overtired babies, due to being two-years-old and trying to skip nap time!!) are a lot harder to work with. Naturally, everyone needed mommy at the same time. So, for about an hour (sometimes longer), I learned to take a deep breath, pray to God for patience, and hold my babies tight as we worked our way to sweet slumber.

How does being a teacher help me accomplish this? Let's see if I can effectively explain. When you teach, you are challenged with teaching a large group of children, who all have different strengths and weaknesses. As a fifth grade teacher, I had to teach five subjects everyday, to 20+ kids : below grade level, on grade level, and above grade level, while maintaining a structured, disciplined classroom, and keeping my sanity. And some of those kids are running up and down aisles, slamming themselves onto the desks of other children, screaming out randomly, and throwing objects. I kid you not. Of course, for students like these, I usually had a second hand in the room (you know who you are and I am forever grateful for your help), but nevertheless, it's utter chaos. And you know that if you don't figure out how to get the material taught and mastered, you could lose your job. These days, teaching jobs are a lot harder to come by. So you figure it out and you get it done. 

That's how I felt this last week as I was putting my two children (ages 2 years and 6 months) to bed. I know, it's a bit of a ridiculous comparison, but it made me feel like I could persevere. Now, I know there are "supermoms" out there who have to do this everyday because their husbands have jobs that make them unavailable, or maybe things didn't work out with their husbands and they're single moms. I praise you all - you are ROCKSTARS in my book. Somehow, I thought that with my husband being on vacation, I too, would have a little vacation for myself. HAH! I forgot that he helps me with so much in the evenings (this is a shout out to you, babe). By the time I got everything done that we both usually tackle, I was exhausted and ready to pass out in my bed.
My good friend Kate, and her son Noah, came to visit while Trey was away.
Bath time was easy to handle - throw 'em all in and let the dog supervise!

So, back to the point: how do you teach children with different needs at the same time? You do what you can keeping the kids together in a whole group, and then you work with them in smaller groups. You give the kids who have "got it" something that will challenge them while they work on their own, so that way you can focus on the students who "don't got it" and work one on one or in small groups to strengthen their abilities.

I took this strategy that got me through my three years of teaching fifth grade, and applied it to our bedtime routine. Now, depending on levels of exhaustion, hunger, and wellness (Victoria had a fever two of the nights), different children got to work independently. If Samuel needed to go to bed NOW (he lets you know), then I nursed him while Victoria danced around us and read books. If Victoria needed to go to bed NOW (she lets you know), then Samuel would lay in her floor and roll around, working on his core strength, while I read a book with Victoria, said prayers, and sang to her (and yes, if she wasn't too tired, Samuel joined in on reading, praying, and singing too). Sounds obvious, I'm sure. But I'm so used to doing things a certain way when Trey is here, that change is hard. Usually, I'm in charge of putting one of the kids to bed and he's in charge of the other; so when he's gone, I feel like the substitute, who's been left with no lesson plans, trying to figure out how to best teach the material that needs to be learned.  

Now that I'm staying at home with my children, I often think back to my days at Hollins University where I studied to be a teacher. Or maybe it's my monthly student loan bill that reminds me. But do I see my studies and time spent teaching as a waste? Absolutely not. How else would I have learned how to get my kids to bed when Trey is gone? Thank you, Masters in the Art of Education! Totally worth it. 

See you mommies later, 

Lizzie

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Life as a SAHM

A year and a couple months later...

I'm back! And I guess technically I'm no longer a "new mommy", since I now have TWO! Yes, that's right: two children under two. Well, I did have two under two until 13 days ago when my sweet daughter, Victoria, turned two. So now I'm the mommy of a big two-year-old, an almost six-month-old, an almost three-year-old lab, and a nine-year-old cat! I take my responsibilities to all my babies (human and fur) very seriously, of course.

Here's a quick catch-up on the last 14 months of life:

About a month after my last post, during our final weeks of living with Memaw and Pepaw in Richmond, while I finished my third year of teaching fifth grade and Trey started his first days of practicing dentistry as an official DDS, we found out we were pregnant with #2! And in case you're wondering, because anyone wanting another baby when they still have one baby is crazy - yes, this baby was planned! We're baby people. We're family people. So don't be surprised when you get the next announcement of more kiddos in this household.

So, back to the last year, while Trey started working, and I got to stop working as a teacher and learn the new trade of SAHM (stay-at-home-mom). It is a LOT harder than it looks! No breaks. Not even at lunch. Or when you go to the bathroom. And then figuring out the best way to fill your days so that you're providing educational, yet fun, experiences for your growing toddler, while also shaping and molding them into well-behaved little humans. Oh - and don't forget you have to keep the house clean, make dinner,  do laundry, run errands, etc., etc. So for all you people who think being a SAHM is not a job, I have news for you! It's the hardest job out there! You're on the clock 24/7. Not to mention, being an oven for the next little one while being a SAHM makes the job even more challenging. Thank goodness Victoria took a 2-3 hour nap everyday in the afternoon, or I don't think I would have made it!

Fast forward to January 23, 2014, when Samuel, IV was born. After an eventful summer, fall, and start of winter in our new home and new town, we now had a new little mouth to feed. Winter was cold and seemed to go on forever, especially being stuck inside with a newborn and a newly walking, newly talking, toddler. I found myself aching to get out of the house and into civilization once I was getting into the swing of things with Samuel's sleep schedule and breastfeeding again. There were several days you would find me bundling up my little ones in 30 degree weather and heading to Target for my "mommy time". I quickly learned how to use my new carrier, the Baby Ergo (I highly recommend this contraption), and I would wear Samuel (who stayed warm against my hormonally-charged body heat) and put Victoria in the shopping cart, and head into my most favorite of places. Target was definitely one of my saving graces during these early, cold days!

Fast forward to now. July 12, 2014. Samuel is sleeping through the night (ALLELUIA) and Victoria is an amazing big sister. She loves giving "baby" kisses and attempting to get him to dance with her. Trey continues to be the most fun-loving daddy and caring husband, while providing for us to run around each day having an awesome summer. I must say, being a SAHM mom is certainly the most challenging job I've ever had, but it's also the most rewarding. I absolutely LOVE it and cherish every moment (good and bad) with my sweet babies. Speaking of, they're both ready to get up and start the day! So I better head to work (at 6 AM on a Saturday, you should know!), starting with a change of diapers and some sweet, sweet kisses.

- Lizzie

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Moving On

Well, life sure has been busy.

We sold our home in Richmond and on Friday we will become the proud owners of a home in Lynchburg, Virginia. We knew this day would come once Trey graduated from dental school, but it's hard to believe it's already here! I can't believe he's been in college for eight years...good grief. Some of his classmates will be in school for four more years for specializations such as pediatric dentistry or oral surgery. Trey, however, is ready to practice and will be joining a group in Lynchburg. Our home is in Forest (suburbs beside Lynchburg) and is much closer to home (Roanoke). We are looking forward to a slower pace in Lynchburg and continuing our family there, as well. 

Currently, we are living with his Memaw and Pepaw in the west end of Richmond. I will be working as a 5th grade teacher until the middle of June, so we are thankful that they have taken us in until I'm finished. Trey will begin practicing dentistry once he receives his license in about a month. Since our home in Forest will be ours this Friday, Trey will be going there some and I'll be visiting with Victoria some weekends to get things set up. I'm so thrilled about this new house. It is most certainly my dream house and I'm head-over-heels in love with it. It has all of our "must-haves" and has enough room for us to add more kiddos to our fam. The plan for next year is for me to stay home with Victoria. Another dream come true. I'm ecstatic to be able to spend more time with her, especially during such a crucial time in her development. 

Tomorrow is my first Mother's Day and I can't wait to spend it with my baby girl and wonderful husband.

Cheers,

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Friday Follies

We all do dumb things, many that we regret. However, it’s much more fun to laugh at ourselves when this happens. After all, it’s only human nature (that's what I tell myself).


Welcome to Friday Follies, my weekly confession of ridiculous happenings in the Woolwine household.

-      When giving Victoria her bath this week, I thought it would be cute to watch her crawl around on the bathroom floor naked. It was adorable until she was swimming in a large puddle of pee. Whoops!
-      One morning (this was actually last week) I was running late, as usual, and hurrying to get all the bags in the car. I tripped over our rain gutter, landed on my side in the space between our car and the side of the house, and managed to only spill a little of my coffee (although once at work, I learned some had also landed in my hair…). I laid there for a moment, wallowing in pain, and then quietly lifted my head to see if anyone was watching. At 6:30 AM, there wasn’t a soul in sight. I picked myself up, realized I had ripped my pants and was bleeding, and hurried back in to change before heading on to work. I’m still limping from this accident. Now whether I have to limp, I’m not sure, but it makes me feel better.
-      At 12:30 AM on Tuesday night, Victoria woke up wheezing. Her breathing was very scary and we decided to get her checked out by a physician right then. We’d heard of Kid-Med, an after-hours pediatrician’s office, and decided to go there. We hopped in the car, drove 25 minutes to get there, and pulled up to an empty lot. They had closed at 11:00 PM. Note to self: When going somewhere at midnight, check the hours!
-      When making coffee in your Keurig, don't accidentally press the "rinse" button. And if you do accidentally press the "rinse" button, leave something there to catch the rinse. Otherwise, you will have a very wet and messy counter-top. DUH, Elizabeth. 

Now I realize this page is called Friday follies, and yes, today is Saturday. I started this post yesterday and in the midst of a trip to Lynchburg, did not get to finish. So I hope you will enjoy it, even though it’s a day late. 

Love,
 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

SOLD! We’re moving!


A few days ago I was planning a blog post about our house that is was for sale. I was going to say: Go check it out at our realtor’s really cool website: www.320Wilmer.com , where you can see photos of our beloved home for the past two years. Plus, it’s cleaner and more organized now than it has ever been! Amazing how that works out, huh? As soon as it’s perfect, it’s time to leave.
Our house 2 years ago, when we bought it!


Well, I don’t get to write that post anymore. Why, you ask? Because it’s SOLD! My husband and I are elated - yes - I had to choose a better word than happy or excited. We are absolutely THRILLED.

We officially put the house on the market on February 28, 2013 and the sign in our yard showed up on March 1st. By March 10th at 11:19 p.m., there was an email in my Gmail account, telling us about an offer that had been made. Monday morning we responded with a counter offer, which was accepted by the buyer. Slam dunk! We signed the contract that afternoon, and now we’re keeping our fingers crossed that all goes well until the closing on May 8th.

One of our first comments to each other after all this happened yesterday was, “Hey! We can be sloppy again!”

No, but really, it was so wonderful that I didn’t have to spend an extra 30 minutes last night and this morning making sure the house looked spectacular before I left for work. With a not-so-organized husband, a messy baby, a rowdy dog, and a hairy cat, that whole ordeal was getting old, really fast. When I said my prayers this weekend, I told God that I needed his help, because I was becoming extremely stressed trying to keep the ball rolling with the house on the market. I guess he heard me, loud and clear.

So what’s next? Packing and figuring out where we will live from May 7th through June 14th (my last day of work - YAHOOOOOOOO!). Then in late June, Trey will start his new career as a dentist in Lynchburg, Virginia.

Life is changing so fast, and we’re welcoming all of it with open arms.

Beyond blessed, 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A Mom of Many Kinds


You may recall that before I had my daughter, Victoria, I was a mother first to Imogen, the cat, and then to Dean, the dog. On Saturday I got to revisit my motherly duties to both of them, as they were both overdue for visits to the vet. Unfortunately for me, the vet’s office couldn’t schedule their appointments back-to-back, so I had to take Imogen first at 8:45 a.m., and Dean, a short while later, at 11:00 a.m.

The vet is a good 20 minutes away, so add in the time it took to drive there and back, and that made for about an hour and a half on the road. Did I mention I was fighting off some sort of stomach bug? You can picture it now: Imogen riding shotgun in the Pet Taxi, with me hunched over, slurping on my Diet Ginger Ale, and scarfing down some Saltines. However, it was my fault for putting their needs off for months on end,  and I’m so very grateful our vet is open on Saturdays. Weekdays are way too busy to try fitting in trips to our dear Dr. Jones. 
Imogen riding shotgun

 So off we went, down I-95 to I-64, headed to the West End of Henrico to the Quioccasin Veterinary Hospital. Imogen was going in for a disgusting bit of matted hair that had made a nice home for itself in the middle of her back. We had tried cutting it out ourselves, but were afraid of what might be underneath (eeek!). Turns out poor Imogen is a little overweight, and as Dr. Jones informed me, cannot reach that part of her back to clean. She could not say what caused such a mess, but pulled out her trimmers and buzzed it right off. Only dry, flaky skin revealed itself. Shew! Dr. Jones recommended switching Imogen to a salmon-based diet to help with the dandruff, as well as brushing her every so often to help out with the parts she couldn’t reach. I felt guilty about Immy’s weight and lack of brushing; blaming it on the fact that Dean and Victoria got most of our attention. I reminded myself of some of the parents I deal with as a teacher who have endless excuses for their child’s poor behavior or missing work. Uh oh…

At 9:15 a.m., we were back on the road to home. Fortunately, Imogen made it out with only a bald spot from where her matted hair had been. I ran by Wal-Mart, then dropped off the groceries, picked up Dean, and headed back down I-95 to I-64. Thank goodness I could leave the baby home with her daddy! This story would probably be way more eventful had the 8-month-old been tagging along.

You can picture it this time: Dean pacing in the back of the Explorer, whimpering, as he often does when he gets excited, and me hunched over, still sipping on my Diet Ginger Ale, and munching on Saltines. Dean is a lot harder to handle than Immy, considering he is much heavier, stronger, and determined to say hello to every living thing he encounters. Dean was overdue for two of his shots, and also needed a nail trimming.

When we first arrived, they weighed him. In November, at Dean’s last appointment, he weighed 68 lbs. On Saturday he weighed in at 78 lbs. Dr. Jones walked into the room, mouth wide-open and gaping, and exclaimed, “TEN POUNDS! WHAT HAPPENED?!”. Again, I felt like I was on the other side of the parent-teacher conference table in my classroom. Dr. Jones (the concerned and frustrated teacher) and me (the clueless parent), feeling embarrassed and guilty for the current state my child (Dean) was in. I honestly didn’t know how he had gained ten pounds, but I had my speculations. Could it be my latest, accidental purchase of his food in the puppy version, which has a much larger fat content? Perhaps it's the fact that he hasn’t been on a walk in a month, since the weather has been up and down and we’ve been busy trying to get our house on the market. Or maybe, it’s because we delight in spending our time and energy with Victoria, after working all day, and once she’s in bed, we all collapse on the couch. Dean included. Excuses, excuses. Oh! And we give Dean a Kong with a spoonful of peanut butter every morning (mostly due to our guilt of leaving him all day). That probably doesn’t help his weight, either.

However, I told Dr. Jones I hadn’t even noticed he had gained 10 lbs. (again, sounds like the parents I work with who haven’t even noticed their child hasn’t done homework all week…), but that we would make sure to do whatever she recommended to get him in shape. So far, so good (it’s been two days). Sunday we made a trip to PetSmart to get him on the appropriate food for his size. We’ve also taken him for walks the past two days. We have high hopes for change, and for Dean and Immy’s sake, I hope we stick to it.

Being a mommy is tough! And I want to have how many more kids? Three? Four? Five? Yikes….

To my loyals and newcomers as well, thanks for visiting!

Love,

Thursday, March 7, 2013