Blessed

Sometimes I look at my life and I think "What in the world am I doing?! Am I ever going to get this right?!"

Other times, like tonight, I feel so happy and blessed with exactly how everything is going.
Which is weird a little...since this week is parent teacher conferences + I have a nasty cold which made me have to reschedule half of them and do sub plans + I'm taking this medicine which is making my body go kind of bizerk = crazyness.

 But tonight I turned on my Memphis song mostly because I love that man's voice, and also because I still get a little nervous about going across the country next year so far away from my family(s) and its a scary unknown so that song helps me. While I listened to it, I decided to look through all my facebook pictures. That sounds weird, but pictures and music... they get me everytime. (I also recently rewatched our wedding video. o man. love that. and it just reaffirms that the babies I give birth to will be so cute I just can't even wait to see them) 

 

So I was watching these photos of the last 2 years Clint and I have been dating/married and listening to the Memphis song about the adventure coming up for us and I felt so blessed. So blessed that although this is by far one of the scariest decisions we've had to make in our marriage, I get to go across the country and have an adventure with my best friend. And I'll cry a lot at first (someone recently reassured me that was ok) and it will be an adjustment, but I'll have Clint to cry to. And he is always willing to go get some ice cream or just talk to me to help me calm down. And I'll also probably laugh a lot cause Clint and I do some funny things together and I like that. He is seriously just perfect for me. We're opposites in a lot of ways, but we just fit together and complement the strengths and weaknesses of the other.

So here is to new adventures and taking life one day at a time and remembering that when life does or doesn't feel crazy, I have my best friend to cuddle up with every evening and that makes me the luckiest girl in the world.

Fall break

I love my job. For some reason that i'm not entirely sure of, some say it originated with hunting or harvesting, I have today and tomorrow off work for fall break! I have nothing planned except a little cleaning of the apartment and a lot of reading, snacking, and laying around still in my pjs :)

Now if you will please excuse me, I have some relaxing to do :)

Funnies

I promise I will be better at this because my kiddos are too funny to not document. So I have two for you today.

First, we were reading a cute book about a raccoon mom sending her baby off to school and she gives him a kiss on his hand to put on his cheek whenever he misses her. At the end of the book there is a picture of a little raccoon hand giving the sign language sign for I love you. So I explained:
Me: kiddos, some people can't hear so they use hand signs to communicate. This sign means I love you.
Chatty little girl: no Mrs. Prestwich, that is what spider man does to wrap people up.
Little boy next to her: well, maybe he's saying, hey I love you, but you're a bad guy so I have to wrap you up.

Yep, spider man, the sign language hero.

Next. I have a very talkative boy who is really so so sweet that he's probably one of my favorites... Except that he really can't close his little mouth. He's in for the first 3 minutes of recess almost everyday for this reason. And he always is telling me a new reason that he needed to talk.
"I just have so many friends"
"I got this watch from the carnival and I was talking at the carnival so it just reminds me to talk."
"This ring is cursed and whispers at me to talk"
.... the list goes on and on. We're at the point now that I don't even need to ask him, he'll just give me a new reason as soon as the rest of the class leaves for recess. I always try my best to look extremely understanding of all these hardships he has to face then give my teacher look without busting up laughing while I try to discipline him. Then one day, in the middle of a math lesson, when he hadn't even really been talking, he raises his hand and asks if he can speak to me privately. we went to the back of the room...
Me: yes?
Boy: I know the real reason I can't stop talking.
Me: I think you've been doing really great all morning.
Boy: no, I need to tell you this. You know Kathy (no her real name isn't Kathy) in our class?
Me: yes...
Boy: well... I think she's cute.
Me: honey, you don't even sit by her... How would that make you talk?
Boy: well, you see, I just think she is so pretty that even if I see her from all the way across the room, I just feel like talking, even if it's not to her.
Me: I see... i'm sorry this is Problem for you, but it still isn't ok to talk when you're not supposed to ok?
Boy: ok, but one more thing... Don't you think it's peculiar (yes, he did use that word. He's bright. Talkative, but bright) that we have the same last name?
(they do have the same last name. I didn't have the heart to tell him that Jones is a pretty common last name...)
Me: I suppose that is a little peculiar..
Boy: ya, I've been thinking about that a lot lately...

And just like that he turned and got to work on his math. Sometimes you just have to get that overwhelming feeling of love off your chest in second grade I guess :)

Love my class