Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Most of you know I teach 8th Grade English. The reaction I get from this is one of two things. I either here, "OMG, how can you deal with horny 13 year olds all day long?" Or, "wow, that sounds fun." Obviously, most people think I'm crazy and give me the OMG statement. I love my job, I love my kids, I love their personalities, and I love that I have the opportunity in this horrible economy to have a good job. Let me give you a little insight into my day.

Today, I used the student bathroom between classes because it is closer to my classroom and I didn't have time to walk to the lounge. We have a very nice school so the bathroom isn't nasty like you might think. Anyway, I'm in the stall and a girl walks in (girl just happens to be one of my students which is weird because there are 1100 kids at this school an 9 English teachers). Anyway, I hear her talking to herself. Here is what she said. "Please don't let me be late, please don't let me be late, please poop, please come out. Come on, come on!"

Yeah, I had an "OMG, why do I do this" moment when I heard that! But I seriously almost laughed out loud!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Little Things

Sometimes, the littlest things in life can mean so much. Here is my list of "Simple Pleasures."

1. Bailey has recently started referring to me ONLY as mommy instead of mama.

2. Showering alone (not that I don't enjoy every minute with her, but every time Bailey hears the shower running she RUNS upstairs to shower with me. Sometimes, it's nice to just have a relaxing shower alone).

3. Trying out new shampoo/conditioner, I almost NEVER buy the same things. I love to try new things. This week, I bought almond and shea butter and I LOVE it.

4. Saturday mornings!

5. Diet pepsi, I love opening a can of diet pepsi :)

6. The smell of my baby girl after a bath and lotion. MMMMM, who doesn't love baby smell?

7. The look on a student's face when I know that I have made a difference. I live for those moments when I am reminded why I do what I do.

8. Shaving my legs with shaving cream instead of soap.

9. Facebook, is awesome! I can't get enough of it, lol. It's my break from the world.

10. Waking up to a day when I don't stress about money.

*These are in no particular order but I'm sure you can guess the ones that are most important.*

Have a GREAT weekend!

Monday, March 22, 2010


I never realized what love was, REALLY was, until I had Bailey. Yes, I loved. I loved my husband, I loved my parents, I loved God. And, I know people say (and I know it is true) that God should be loved above all but I honestly didn't know how to do that until Bailey was born. I want this post to be meaningful. I have a lot on my mind, but I also want to make it to the point so that you don't get bored reading it.

When Bailey was born I had horrible post-pardum depression. I loved her but not the way I knew I should. It was more of a "going-through-the-motions" type of love. I knew that she was my baby whom I had spent MANY MANY nights praying and pleading for. I knew that I wanted her and she was perfect in every way. But, my heart was sad. I didn't really know why and I kept telling the doctor and they just kept saying, "let us know if it doesn't get better." So, it didn't get better and I stopped asking. Finally, about a year later, I did do something about it. I went to the doctor and shyly told her (this was a new doctor) what I had been going through since my baby was born. She prescribed a very low dose medicine and things have been much better since then.

It was a couple days later when I really understood love, in it's full form. It was as if I had given birth to her all over again (without all the physical pain) and I, for the first time, felt like I really loved her. Like mommies are supposed to feel about their babies. Since that day, I have never had to think, would I spare her life for my own. It has been no question. I will protect her under whatever circumstance may come. I will do whatever I can to make sure she is safe, taken care of, loved, and happy! This feeling is wonderful.

Lately, though, I've been feeling really down (not about my child) but about my life in general. I feel so stressed about finances (as usual) and I feel lonely in my sadness. But, the last few days I really feel like God is opening my eyes saying, "Melody, just as you would protect Bailey no matter what, I will protect you." For the first time, I'm actually starting to feel some comfort in the fact that God might actually take care of me. Take care of us, and help me not to feel like things will never get better. I keep thinking, as much as I love my child, God must love me so much more! I cannot even fathom a love like that! I am starting to feel like things are going to be ok.

ROMANS 8:38-39
No power on earth or heaven can separate us from God's love. Not our sin, not any authority, not any spiritual force. God's love is unshakable and can always be relied upon.

Friday, March 19, 2010

That's kinda yucky

Bailey LOVES to take medicine. It doesn't matter what it is. The other day when she was playing outside, she ran into a tree branch and cut her eye. I gave her some tylenol (which she asked for by name). She doesn't take medicine very often but she loves it so much that she knows what it's called when she does need it. Well, I've noticed that since the weather is getting nicer she is starting to get stuffy. We've been playing outside a lot this week since Zach and I have been on spring break. Anyway, before bed last night I said, "Bailey, would you like some medicine for your nose before we go to bed?" (It was not tylenol it was Zyr.tec)
"Yes, pwease."
"Here you go."
"Thanks you mama"

Then, she started coughing and making a horrible face.
"This is tinda yucky" she said.
I couldn't help laughing. I wasn't laughing that she was choking on her medicine but the fact that she said that was completely hysterical to me.
This morning I gave her just a tiny bit more because she was still stuffy. She took it just fine, as usual. But then she said "This is the yucky one!" It was so cute! I just love her so much!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Why reading is important!

Monday is DH's birthday. He's turning 30 and I really wanted to do something special! Granted, you only turn 22 once, and 23 once, and so on but 30 is a big deal (in my 20-something opinion). So, I planned a semi-surprise party. I say semi because he is quite Type-A and I didn't want him freaking out when people started showing up. I figured he would be so concerned with cleaning up after everyone that he wouldn't enjoy himself. So, he is aware now, that he is having a party tonight.

Wednesday, I went to order his cake. I wanted something he would LOVE but something NOT girly as well! So, I placed my order and stressed to the woman that his name is ZacH NOT ZacK! I was nice about it but EVERY cake he has ever gotten (since we've been together) has either said Zac or Zack. It's kind of annoying when your own family throws a wedding or baby shower for you and your name is spelled wrong!

I picked up the cake today. It looks great. But... guess what it says Happy Birthday ZACK! REALLY?????? So, I said to the woman, his name is spelled wrong. She was the same woman who had taken my order. She wasn't the person who wrote on the cake. She looked at the order slip and it had an H. So, I think the person who wrote on the cake needs to learn how to read! EERR!
However, the nice woman who took my order fixed it for me. Still, it doesn't look as good as it would have if it would have been done correctly the first time!

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Every night Bailey asks to hear this story which I made up especially for her.

One day, Princess Bailey went to her garden. She was going to pick flowers for her princess party. She picked a yellow one, a pink one, a blue one, and a purple one. She was very happy with her beautiful flowers. On the way back to the castle, she ran into Whiskers, the cat. Meow, said Whiskers. "Where are you going?"
"I'm having a princess party, said Bailey."
"Meow, I love balloons. Parties always have balloons."
"Yes," said Bailey. "Would you like to come to the party?"
"Meow, Thank you!" Said Whiskers.

So, Princess Bailey and Whiskers the cat started walking back to the castle.
On the way, they ran into Fuzzy Tail the rabbit.
"hop, hop" Said Fuzzy tail. "Where are you going?"
"We are going to my princess party." Said Princess Bailey.
"hop, hop, I love cake. Parties always have cake!" Said Fuzzy Tail.
"Yes," Said Princess Bailey. "Why don't you come to my party with us?"

So, Princess Bailey, Whiskers the cat, and Fuzzy Tail the rabbit walked on toward the castle. On the way, they ran into Gigi the goat.
"Baah, baah," said Gigi. "Where are you going?"
"We are going to my princess party." Said Princess Bailey.
"Baah, baah, I love parties." Said Gigi.
"Why don't you come to my princess party?" Said Princess Bailey.

So, Princess Bailey, Whiskers the cat, Fuzzy Tail the rabbit, and Gigi the goat all walked to the castle. But, as soon as they walked in, the maid was NOT happy!
"What are all of these animals doing in here? I will NOT have animals messing up my kitchen."
Before Princess Bailey could do anything, the maid grabbed her broom and with one swift sweep, out went Whiskers and out went Fuzzy Tail. The maid swished them right back out the door. She turned to swish out Gigi, but just as soon as she tried, Gigi ate the end off of the broom.
Princess Bailey started to laugh. She laughed so hard that the maid started to laugh too. Princess Bailey explained to the maid that Whiskers, Fuzzy Tail, and Gigi are her friends and she invited them to her princess party. So, the maid apologized to the animals and let all of them come in and enjoy the party.

Everyone had a GREAT time!

*Please do not copy this without my permission* THANK YOU :)


Dear Bailey, mommy loves you So much! And, I will continue to tell you this story every night for as long as you let me. Night night, sweet baby!

Love, Mommy

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Wednesday, March 3, 2010