I know I haven't seen you in 7 days. It's because I've been doing this:
However, I haven't forgotten. Tomorrow you will have this:
Love,
Your Favorite Yearbook Queen
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Long time coming
In my last post I showed you the room for the baby I was expecting... that was 10 months ago. On Friday that baby boy will be 9 months old. My how the time flies! I have loved every minute of watching my little boy grow from a tiny baby to happy, bubbly, loud 9-month old.
It dawned on me today as I was holding my newest nephew, Ethan Shane, just how quickly they grow up. Then I went and picked up my 2nd born 6 year old from school. Have I mentioned that she is purposely lying about the answers to questions you ask her to see if you can catch her? Without skipping a beat she tells me false answers to questions I already know that she knows the answers to. What is that about? Man. They really do grow up... and outsmart you. Still later I was helping my 2nd grader study for a test on Martin Luther King. I remarked to her that he died in the same year that my parents had been married. After the initial shock about the fact that her grandmother was alive at the same time as MLK Jr. wore off she asked if they had been friends and then thought a second and said, "No. I guess they wouldn't have because they were segregated." Segregated? That's a big word to use in a conversation with a 7-yea-old. After thinking some more she then remarked on the fact that he had died in the same year her grandparents were married by saying, "It was the beginning of one life and the end of another." When did she grow up? Who is little person sitting in front of me and when exactly did she change into someone I can hold a regular conversation with?
After the lying, the studying, the crying, the protesting, the upset tummies, the poopy diapers, the homework, the spilled milk, the uneaten dinners (and this was all today) I think I want another one. ;)
It dawned on me today as I was holding my newest nephew, Ethan Shane, just how quickly they grow up. Then I went and picked up my 2nd born 6 year old from school. Have I mentioned that she is purposely lying about the answers to questions you ask her to see if you can catch her? Without skipping a beat she tells me false answers to questions I already know that she knows the answers to. What is that about? Man. They really do grow up... and outsmart you. Still later I was helping my 2nd grader study for a test on Martin Luther King. I remarked to her that he died in the same year that my parents had been married. After the initial shock about the fact that her grandmother was alive at the same time as MLK Jr. wore off she asked if they had been friends and then thought a second and said, "No. I guess they wouldn't have because they were segregated." Segregated? That's a big word to use in a conversation with a 7-yea-old. After thinking some more she then remarked on the fact that he had died in the same year her grandparents were married by saying, "It was the beginning of one life and the end of another." When did she grow up? Who is little person sitting in front of me and when exactly did she change into someone I can hold a regular conversation with?
After the lying, the studying, the crying, the protesting, the upset tummies, the poopy diapers, the homework, the spilled milk, the uneaten dinners (and this was all today) I think I want another one. ;)
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Baby E's Room
I have for the most part finished Baby E's nursery. I did just find a great little dresser I will refurbish and add... after he is born, but for now this should be it!
Newish Cabinet
Two summers ago I bought a cabinet at a garage sale for $15. I painted it black and it sat in my foyer for 2 years.
Before the great "Spray Paint Ban of 11" I had plans to paint it over spring break.
However, I did sand it down to this:
And then I enlisted the help of my dear friend Tammie to paint it while I watched from the side and added my moral support!
(see this is NOT me painting... apparently my condition is soo sensitive for open air spray paint)
Here is the finished product! I am very happy with how it turned out!
THANKS SO MUCH TAMMIE!
Monday, April 4, 2011
What I did on Spring Break: Day 1
It's the first day of Spring Break and I was already planning so many projects. I got started on a few today.
My dining room chairs went from this:
To this:
There will be more Dining Room updates throughout the week, so stay tuned.
Then I decided to re-purpose the door handles to all 22 rooms in my house. That gets expensive... unless you like spray paint. And I do love spray paint.
So I primed with this:
And then painted 2 coats with this:
(Side Note: The sprayer on top is my NEW BEST FRIEND!
And my handles went from this:
To this:
I heart the change!!!
Then I had a little extra time on my hands so I made this beautiful spring wreath for my front door. It's perfect!
(until the "It's A BOY" sign gets hung up in 3 weeks!)
I liked the spring flowers so much I decided to save my backyard from a FEW of the coming dogwood flakes and brought some inside the house. This was an idea sparked by ANGEL... the true craft woman.
After that I cleaned the walls and door frames in my house. Oh and all the spindles on the stairs where little grimey precious hands hold on. Then I took a nap, went to Brusters and came home to blog. There will be another update tomorrow!
Off to make dinner... it's Mexican Monday!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
It has been a while...
but I've been off for two days for snow... so let me post!
Since July we have missed:
The LAST of the Gwinnett Braves Games for 2010
The first day of School!
Some pretty great T-ball games
Some pretty awful UGA games
A week at the beach with Grammie and Poppa
The last Christmas as a family of four!
A whole lot of snow in Atlanta GA
The Mexican Family Reunion (don't ask)
Payton turning FIVE
Lost a dear, sweet, wonderful, irreplaceable puppy.
and the nervous-fear-of-having-three kids anticipation of the newest member of the Danley family!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Love this
Consider two scenarios:
If you live a sedentary life, gorge yourself on high-fat foods, and puff two packs every day; your doctor will likely lecture you about your lifestyle and assign you some homework – diet, exercise, and no more tobacco. If you ignore the lecture and neglect your homework, next time you visit your doctor chances are you won’t score well on tests of blood pressure, body fat index, or lung capacity.
No halfway intelligent person, giving the situation a moment of thought, would blame your doctor for your ill health. Your doctor merely has the skills, means, and job to make your ill health visible.
Now consider a 16 year-old kid from an inner city where crime is a given, fathers are an endangered species, and cocaine is a food group. Born into poverty, this kid never saw a book until first grade. His elementary school years were marred by spotty attendance because of chronic illness – lung infections from the mold and rodent excrement in his housing project. When he did attend he struggled to concentrate, having had no breakfast and often no dinner the night before. Now he skips school more often than not, and when he does attend it's only to peddle drugs for his gang, or get high himself; like he did the day of the standardized test. Having missed most instruction and being too lit to read the test, he failed.
The teacher didn’t create the poverty this kid was born into, nor run off the kid’s father, nor encourage the kid to join a gang or use drugs. The teacher didn’t chase the kid away from school four days a week. It took 16 years of neglect and misfortune to create the mess who walked into that teacher's classroom. Out of 16 years, the teacher's cumulative influence totaled maybe 24 hours.
What halfway intelligent person, giving the situation a moment of thought, would blame the teacher for that kid's test score?
Apparently quite a few, since people nationwide cling to the notion that thousands of teachers – all college educated, licensed, and having years of experience – suddenly need to be fired. Count U.S. Secretary of Education Arne Duncan among the “fire the teachers” zealots. When a Rhode Island school board fired the entire staff of Central Falls High School, Duncan praised the move. “Education officials are showing courage and doing the right thing for kids” Duncan said. Others might say that school board showed political posturing; rallying their anti-teacher support base for the next election.
Placing blame for the achievement gap on social conditions, rather than on teachers, is a slap in the face of political correctness. The mere suggestion that factors outside the school setting influence achievement only brings more blaming, shaming, and even name-calling from anti-teacher factions.
If you live a sedentary life, gorge yourself on high-fat foods, and puff two packs every day; your doctor will likely lecture you about your lifestyle and assign you some homework – diet, exercise, and no more tobacco. If you ignore the lecture and neglect your homework, next time you visit your doctor chances are you won’t score well on tests of blood pressure, body fat index, or lung capacity.
No halfway intelligent person, giving the situation a moment of thought, would blame your doctor for your ill health. Your doctor merely has the skills, means, and job to make your ill health visible.
Now consider a 16 year-old kid from an inner city where crime is a given, fathers are an endangered species, and cocaine is a food group. Born into poverty, this kid never saw a book until first grade. His elementary school years were marred by spotty attendance because of chronic illness – lung infections from the mold and rodent excrement in his housing project. When he did attend he struggled to concentrate, having had no breakfast and often no dinner the night before. Now he skips school more often than not, and when he does attend it's only to peddle drugs for his gang, or get high himself; like he did the day of the standardized test. Having missed most instruction and being too lit to read the test, he failed.
The teacher didn’t create the poverty this kid was born into, nor run off the kid’s father, nor encourage the kid to join a gang or use drugs. The teacher didn’t chase the kid away from school four days a week. It took 16 years of neglect and misfortune to create the mess who walked into that teacher's classroom. Out of 16 years, the teacher's cumulative influence totaled maybe 24 hours.
What halfway intelligent person, giving the situation a moment of thought, would blame the teacher for that kid's test score?
Apparently quite a few, since people nationwide cling to the notion that thousands of teachers – all college educated, licensed, and having years of experience – suddenly need to be fired. Count U.S. Secretary of Education Arne Duncan among the “fire the teachers” zealots. When a Rhode Island school board fired the entire staff of Central Falls High School, Duncan praised the move. “Education officials are showing courage and doing the right thing for kids” Duncan said. Others might say that school board showed political posturing; rallying their anti-teacher support base for the next election.
Placing blame for the achievement gap on social conditions, rather than on teachers, is a slap in the face of political correctness. The mere suggestion that factors outside the school setting influence achievement only brings more blaming, shaming, and even name-calling from anti-teacher factions.
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