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Sunday, December 29, 2013

I Quit...

That is the point I was at on Monday. All weekend it consisted of me next to the toilet and crying. 4 weeks of consistent puking... handled like a boss. But two weeks of putting on plays, planning parties, teaching, and just life along with being sick was my breaking point. It was poor Mr. Thompson's breaking point too. I kept thinking I would much rather have been in college and be pregnant.  You chose your schedule, you have breaks, and if your too sick just don't go! And it ends. It ends for a glorious three weeks.  The only reason I survived those last two weeks was because of those glorious children. I truly have the best students.  
So we had an appointment on Monday. Before we went in, the Mr. told me to start crying in the office and beg them for nausea medication. He threatened that he would start crying and begging them for medication if I didn't!  Well a few blood tests, heart beats, and tears later I ended up with the most amazing nausea medication in the world that has brought back my sanity. Mr. Thompson describes it as "night and day difference."  
So here we are. About 14 weeks and going strong.  Mr. Thompson's new favorite past time is looking up development facts about our baby
How far along: 14 weeks
Total weight gain: Miraculously I have only gained like 3 pounds - I think... Trent won't let me buy a scale so I checked at my mom's house. I really don't know where I was before but I had a good idea. 
Maternity clothes? Oh yes... So much! Target, ASOS, and Motherhood Maternity are my new favorites
Stretch marks? Nope!
Sleep: Its fine. I wake up once in the night to use the restroom but other than that, it's great! I just need more of it!
Best moment this week: Hearing the heartbeat! My eyes were watering. The Mr. recorded it. He was BEAMING with pride!
Miss Anything? Food. I mainly miss fruit. But even with the nausea pills I still can't eat anything with acid in it. Not even a little!
Movement: I wish!!!
Food Cravings: I crave what I can't eat. Like green and red salsa from Tia Rosas. Aaahhhhh! Or ketchup on my fries?! Or strawberries dipped in my fruit dip! That is what I want!
Anything making you queasy or sick: Meat. Steak, chicken, all of it is disgusting.
Gender predictions: I'm positive it's a girl.
Labor Signs: Nope
Symptoms: Awful nausea and tiredness... The usual. 
Belly Button in or out? Uh? Normal! 
Wedding rings on or off? On!
Happy or Moody most of the time: Alright... This is hard to believe but my mood swings have not been awful at all. Even Trent commented on it. I'm just happy!
Looking forward to: Beating Chad, Kayla, and Trent at our card tournament. I'm a champion people.  And they are going down!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Pregnancy Symptoms

If you ever want to feel better about yourself, you can just read these pregnancy stories.  Seriously.  I have friends who tell me that all they craved their first trimester is salad and carrots.  You want to know my diet?  Oh here it is: fries, nerd ropes, blow pops, pizza, bread, panda express and everything that I avoided before my pregnancy.  Seriously, if the baby wants it - it gets it.  I throw up about 2-3 times a day.  And if I eat the "wrong" thing - it's more like 5 times a day.  But the weird thing is, I feel totally functional.  I think I just expected worse case scenario which is crawling into the school throwing up with every step.  So, knowing its only 2 or 3 times a day is completely bearable. I just have to eat what it tells me to and then gain a 60 pounds in the process.... yikes :/
 
But lets focus on the positive - like funny pregnancy stories!  So I started getting sick around 6 weeks pregnant.  The day the nausea hit big time was the day I was being observed by my principal (obviously this child has great timing).  So I prefaced the kids and said, "If I run out the classroom, you automatically pull out a book and silent read until I return."  The kids just nodded their heads with wide eyes. Well, I made it through the observation. Woot! Woot! But then lunch came.... and it went all down hill.  I had a little boy who had to finish four problems from his previous nights homework during lunch recess. We will call him David.  I sat their cringing the corner of my desk. 
"Listen David, you can just go to recess," I said in my forgiving teacher voice.
"Oh but Mrs. Thompson, I am almost done! I just have four more.  I will finish quickly."
I sighed and started rocking in my chair.  I was trying to keep it together but I was going to loose it.  I think I lasted 30 seconds. 
"David, just go." I stated
"But Mrs. Thompson--,"
"David, I FORGIVE YOU! You have my forgiveness. Now turn in your homework quick and go out side.  Your welcome!"
Because you know, he really needed to know he was forgiven and all.  He grudgingly turned in his homework {which is crazy - I gave him a "get out of jail free card"} and ran into the teacher's lounge.  But here is the problem.  There was someone in the bathroom.  So most people would - actually, I don't know what most people would do - all I know is that I lost it.  There was another teacher in the room with me.  She asked me if I was okay and this was my reply, "If that person does not come out of the bathroom in 30 seconds, I am going to throw down some cuss words real quick." Now you have to understand, I don't think I have ever cussed in my life.  So you can imagine the poor teacher's face when she heard that.  She slowly backed away and sympathized with my desire to use the restroom.
 
And then a miracle happened.  The doors flew open about 10 seconds after I had said my threatening statement.   I ran inside and shut the door. Afterwards, I walked out the bathroom and two teachers were staring there... looking at me strangely but not knowing what to say.  Finally one asked, "Are you pregnant."  Tears. Tears just start coming to my eyes as I ask, "How did you know?" 
 
Oh teaching and being pregnant will be an adventure.  But I just CAN NOT wait to tell my students.  Seriously.  I am dying to tell them.  Just three more weeks and I can tell them. 

Psych! 6 weeks along....

We had our first doctor's appointment this week November 13, 2013.  I have been waiting for this appointment for a looong time.  I haven't really experienced any symptoms and so I have been extremely nervous about having a miscarriage.  I said a lot of prayers and asked Heavenly Father to make me nauseas.  I know... I can't believe I asked for that either.  But he definitely answered my prayers that week.  So I go in for my first doctors appointment and I am nine weeks along.  I was extremely happy because I figured I would only have symptoms for about 3 more week which is perfect because teaching and being nauseas is, well, awful.  So we go in there and they do that incredibly uncomfortable ultra sound.  But I didn't care.  I just wanted to see a little baby on the screen with a heartbeat.  I seriously was holding my breath.  After a few minutes of it being quiet in the room, I said, "So, is there a baby somewhere up there?"  {I am a little awkward.}  She told me that we were, in fact, looking at the baby right now.  I perked up and asked,  "Where?" about five times in a row {I am slightly impatient}.  Then we saw the most beautiful grain of rice on the screen. It's heart was beating impeccably fast and I just squeezed Trent's hand.  That is OUR baby.  That grain of rice has a heart beat! It's so strong.  For that baby to survive in my stressed out, constantly going at a 100 mph body it must be a beast.
 
Then, the ultrasound tech said, "Hmm.... well, your not as far as we thought you were."  She then proceeded to tell me that I was 6 weeks along.  6 WEEKS.  Can you believe it?  6 more weeks until I finish my first trimester.  6 more weeks of nausea and wanting to start crying every time a student draws me a picture of a flower.  So... 6 weeks down and 6 more to go! Bring it on baby... 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Baby Thompson Coming Soon

WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! Oh! I am so excited!  I am writing this at 7 weeks along.  We found out on Wednesday October 30th that we are expecting a little gem on June 22, 2014.
 
Let's start from the very beginning.  I really really did not want to have a baby during the middle of a school year.  Two or three weeks with my baby and then going back to work sounded like pure torture.  How in the world could I leave my two week old baby?  So I put a lot of pressure on getting pregnant thought it would be nice to become pregnant at a certain date so I could have the baby during the summer and not have to worry about going back two weeks later to finish the school year. So about two days before I was to start my period, I had a horrible cold.  I wanted to drown myself in medicine so that I could recover before school on Monday.  Yet, I knew that you shouldn't take ibuprofen or other types of medicine so I was hesitant.  I woke up the next morning, Saturday, and begged Trent to come with me to the store to get a test.  He immediately agreed and we headed off.  I bought the test, took it right away, and it said negative.  I was crushed.  Seriously, I cried that entire day.  I called my mom and cried, I cried to Trent, I just cried.   Fast forward two days.  I am over it...sorta.  But I thought, well maybe I just took it too early.  So the day of my period I took another pregnancy test.  It was negative also.  I didn't cry because I was expecting it.  I was just putting myself through torture. Okay ladies, keep count.  We are at two negative tests right now.
 
A week goes by and I still haven't started my period.  So, obviously, I become hopeful again.  Well, we are cruising through Wal-Mart and we just happen to be by the pregnancy tests.  So I convince a very unwilling husband that it is imperative that we buy another package of pregnancy tests because I am so late.  Finally, after mounds of persuasion he agrees. The next day I take the pregnancy test.  I am a little more hopeful than usual considering the circumstances.  However, it was really not meant to be because it again said negative.  I take a sigh, call myself a few unkind words for being so hopeful, and move on.  Well three days after that I still have not started and cannot stand having an unused pregnancy test in my house.  Therefore, I take ANOTHER pregnancy test.  I know. It is embarrassing and pathetic at this point.  And what do you think it said... negative. The total count of pregnancy tests at this point is 4.
 
About a week and a half later, I am starting to feel queasy.  Not nausea, but just a little queasy.  I am also a little tender and I have started going to bed at 7:30 due to exhaustion.  All signs that I thought meant that I was about to get a visit.  But nothing came.  I called my wise mother and asked her what she thought I should do.  I am now three weeks late and completely confused.  She suggested that I call the doctor because she suspected I had a cyst.  She had experienced one before so it wouldn't be impossible for me to have one. Now, I am in full fledged panic mode.  So I call a women's clinic and I ask for the soonest appointment which was about 4 days later.  The longest 4 days of my life.
 
Fast forward through the longest pregnancy story ever to Wednesday. I walk into the doctor's office with Trent. We are immediately taken back into the room.  The nurse pulls me aside and weighs me (hate that part), checks my pulse, blood pressure, and everything else.  After I explained my reason for being here, she asked me if I wanted a pregnancy test done.  I agreed and then sat in a waiting room for about 50 minutes.  Trent and I actually just fell asleep.  When the doctor came in, I repeated my story and said, "The nurse took a pregnancy test, but she never came back in."  He looked surprised and said, "Oh she did? Let me go check."  We waited for about a minute and when he came back in he said, "I love days like these."  And he handed me a POSTIVE pregnancy test.  You think I would have just started screaming for joy - finally a positive pregnancy test.  But instead, I started telling the doctor that this wasn't my pregnancy test.  After going back and forth for a few minutes, he finally convinced me that it was, in fact, my positive pregnancy test.  I just started bawling and Trent started to tear up. His face was priceless.  He just looked at me in the most sweetest, sincere way.  It was definitely a very special moment finding out together.
 
So, the fifth time is the charm apparently.  Five pregnancy tests later and we finally find out that we are pregnant.  Except sometimes I don't really believe I'm pregnant. I almost bought a store pregnancy test to see if it would show up positive. But I figured 5 pregnancy tests is enough for one month ;).  Our next appointment is on  November 13th and we will be able to hear the heartbeat!
 
 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

Things are changing for the Thompson home.  The roles have switched and I am the provider while Trent is getting his education.  Something that I support full-heartedly.  This is all a huge change and change is still coming! It makes me think of my favorite things that are happening right now.  I always find myself saying, "When I graduate..."  "When Trent graduates..."  "When we get a house..."  "When... When... When..."  It's what I have said since I was twelve.  Always looking for the next thing. Driving, dating, and dances were always in my eye sight and mind.  And now I wish I would have spent more time with my siblings and slowed down.  I can't even tell you what I enjoyed when I was younger.  Boys? Dating?  I think that's it.  I know I did other things, but I couldn't tell you what.  So here is a post to my favorite things of now.  There is always something to look forward too, but there are so many great things that are happening now that I don't want to forget.
 
1. I love that I have a husband who doesn't believe in "his" jobs and "her" jobs.  This morning while I slept during the power outage, Trent folded the laundry, picked up the house, and did the dishes. I didn't have work today and could have easily done it.  Instead, he saw a need and simply did it.  I love that.
 
2. Our ward.  This ward is simply the best.  Seriously, all of us are poor.  All of us are trying to get through school, work, and some of us are raising children in the process.  But I have received 6 dinner invites in the last 3 weeks. I have had 2 dinner brought to my door in the last two weeks and every other day a treat is left at my door.  I feel like I have a sign on my head that says, "I am drowning... HELP ME!"  At first, I was embarrassed, but now I realize they are just listening to the Spirit and I am grateful for the overwhelming amount of love.
 
3.  Holding hands with Trent as we sleep.  I don't even know how this started, but Trent and I hold hands every time we fall asleep.  I noticed it today when we took a nap.  I don't even remember when it started, but I love it.
 
4. Taking naps whenever we please and just sleeping in general.
 
5. Teaching - I imagine it is somewhat like raising children.  I just want the best for them.  And sometimes I want to take their agency away and make the right choices for them.  Watching them fail and struggle is heartbreaking, but watching their triumphs is breathtaking.
 
6.  Friends - today our power was out and we were SO cold and bored.  I slept. Trent cleaned. Then we just entertained ourselves by doing silly things.  Finally, we decided we would go bug the Merrells down the way.  We walked in and they were wrapped in blankets playing Phase 10.  Of course we joined them. It was seriously so fun.  We just laughed the entire time.  And I won.
 
7. Trent being there any time I need him.  Yesterday was a rough day, I just sat and cried at my desk after school.  I called Trent hysterical around 2:30 and he was there moments later.  Although I look forward to him having a career, I love that he can be there for me at a moments notice.  Even if it is for something silly like a bad day.
 
8.  Tender mercies of the Lord.  I don't deserve them to be completely blunt and honest.  I have not been the best daughter lately.  But I am continually grateful for them. 
 
9.  Leaving when we want and going where we want.  For Thanksgiving, we stayed in Rexburg. And we just hopped into our car and we were gone for two hours exploring.  Strangely, we ended up at a cemetery. Slightly strange, I know.  But I am fascinated with cemeteries so I made Trent stop and I walked around it and tried to read all the head stones.  Life is so short. But the relationships we create here will last an eternity. 
 
10.   The past two and a half years strengthening our marriage.  Sometimes I swear we are one mind.  Sometimes I swear I don't know the man! But I swear, we could get through anything together {that's NOT a challenge Heavenly Father}! 
 
 

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Life of a Child

I loved my college days at BYU-Idaho.  Would I go back tomorrow and do it again. Of course not.  I am so grateful that I have graduated school and have an actual career.  But the life lessons they incorporate at that school is priceless.  Something I have been thinking about is the impact we have on a child.  In this case, especially as a teacher.  I love the quote a professor, Linda Hawkes, gave me.  She said, "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."  My patience has been extremely thin lately.  It's not their fault.  It's mine.  They are so innocent, trusting, accepting, and forgiving.  And I am a perfectionist who wants each child to succeed and will make it happen at all costs. It's a strength and a vice... trust me.  Today was just one of those days. 
 
In the past two weeks, I have had 4 nightmares about school.  2 of the 4 have been about the students moving on to 5th grade.  I wake up every night with tears on my pillow.  It kills me to know my time with them is so limited.  I see their success and I just pray that every teacher will build upon those successes and not let them slip.  The other two have been about the students deciding that they hate me as a teacher because I am so mean and choosing a different teacher. Again, I wake up having cried in my sleep. But honestly, after a day like today, I would not be surprised if that happened.
 
Today after school I sat in my chair, exhausted.  I reflected on my day. I do this every day.  I think about every word I said to each student.  I cringed as I realized I was definitely not as patient, understanding, and loving as I should have been. I was quick to point out faults and areas of improvement and slow to recognize their small successes. 
 
Our time together is about 100 days or less. Then they will move on to another teacher and I will just be apart of their elementary school memories.  With such a short amount of time, how can I be anything but patient.  I think back to my teachers.  All I wanted from them is acceptance.  To be told I was good enough.  I didn't need them to point out my faults.  I got enough of that from my friends and others.  Regardless if it is your own child, a neighbor, primary kid, etc., YOU have the ability to affect their life.  I love the quote from Elder Holland that says, "Be kind... imperfect people are all that God has ever had to work with.  That must be terribly frustrating to Him, but he deals with it.  So should we." 
 
Here is to a little more patience, a little more love, and a little more understanding.  I love those children with all that my heart can handle.  And for the few short months I have to spend with them, I am going to make the most of it.
 
 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

100% Chance of Sprinkles and Showers

I love celebrating babies! And this weekend, Sam and Kayla Merrell decided to throw baby parties for each other.  Needless to say, it was a crazy weekend.  I was an awful assistant in both cases.  Total failure in the "help throw your friend a baby shower" department.  However, both ladies did an excellent job.  Something that creative Kayla came up with was a "Sprinkle."  Sam is due any day with her second baby and it is another boy.  Therefore, she didn't feel like she needed a ton of things and didn't necessarily want an entire shower.  So, Kayla was like fine than we will do a Sprinkle, which is just a smaller shower.  There were about 6 of us girls and we had pazookies (half-cooked cookie dough with vanilla ice cream), vegetable trays and just enjoyed each others company.  It was splendid. 
 
Then, the next night we had a shower for Kayla.  Husbands were invited also and we played some fun games and ate delicious chili, cornbread, salad, and cake.  One game we played was called "The Price is Right."  The boys really got into this game.  We played boys against girls but you could play against couples or individually too!  It was fun to see what they boys thought on the prices.  In fact, they did pretty good! Out of 9 items, they won 3.  Impressive, right? Sam and I bought all the items on the list and then we gave them to Kayla, the mom-to-be. Therefore, there was no confusion on what they looked like or how big the container was.  They were all present for the contestants to see!  Here is the freebie:
 
 
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November Resolution

What do I do in my spare time? Lesson plans of course.  Seriously, I LOVE teaching, but it is definitely draining.  But there is more good than bad.  It helps that I have the best students in the entire world.  The other day a few students were lingering after school (that's right - for some reason my students would stay for an hour after school with me if I would let them) and one student was working on their story.  He turned to me and said, "Mrs. Thompson, I'll give you 5 bucks if you don't make me write this story."  I just started laughing and said, "I am offended! You think I could be bought like that?"  He replied with, "I will make it 10 if you throw in the book report due tomorrow." I couldn't help but smile.  Lately I have been having dreams about my students leaving and moving on to 5th grade.  In every dream, I just bawl.  The same dream has happened 3 times in two weeks.  Obviously, it's a huge fear of mine.  I tease them that I will just have to become a 5th grade teacher and keep moving up each grade with them.  I may or may not be considering it.
 
I am an awful blogger but I love blogs.  I love to checking Abbie Martinsen's blog and reading all of her updates.  Then, I click on all the other blogs she is linked up with (well at least the ones I know).  I love Kayla Merrell's blog and reading about baby Liam.  Although, I know all the information, I love her sense of humor and reading it again.  What I love about family and personal blogs is that they are so real. They are good days and bad days and days that are just "blah."  They are heartaches and triumphs and everything in between. I just love personal people.  They remind me that we are all trying to do the best that we can.  So, mark my words, I WILL take time for myself and blog more. 
 
 
 
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Saturday, September 7, 2013

A Dream Come True, Thank You, and Pictures of the Classroom

It's true.  I am finally a classroom teacher.  It's wonderful, stressful, challenging, tiring, rewarding and everything in between.  Yesterday (Friday) I came home from work at about 6:00 and Trent and I headed to Costa Vida for date night.  After date night, we went back to the house to play board games. But first, I suggest that we take a quick 30 min. nap.  It was about 7 o'clock - so not too late.  Later, I heard someone moving around the room and I shot out of bed.  It was Trent.  He said that it was midnight and he was just going to bed.  Apparently, he had tried to wake me up at 8 and I growled at him so he just let me sleep.  So basically I went into a small coma.  I was only up for about 5 minutes and I fell back asleep until 8:30 the next day.  Do the math, folks.  That is over 13 hours of sleep.  Seriously, I was exhausted.  I wake up at 5 every morning, I keep up with 19 kids all day long and then I stay until 7 {maybe later} every night.  Then I do more work at home until midnight and I start my routine over again.  It is grueling. But I LOVE it. I know that sounds crazy, but I would do anything for those children. But something I am working on is time management and learning to listen when my body says, "STOP!"
 
Also, decorating my classroom was like a stressful, but also a dream come true.  I feel like the pictures below do not do it justice {Trent - let's get a better camera}.  Seriously.  You should have seen the kid's faces when they saw it the first day of school.  "Wow!" "Cool!" "Awesome!" "Yes!" were all common phrases.  Success people! But that success would have not been possible without a few people.
 
Ambrey: You are such an amazing friend.  Seriously - what would I do without you!? You spent so much time with me getting my classroom ready the first week before you went to Utah.  You ran errands with me and it was nice having a fellow perfectionist in the classroom because you understood my OCD tendencies.  Thank you. I owe you TONS. P.S. - I am sorry I am so good at phone tag ;)
 
Kayla and Chad:  Is there anyone better than the Merrells?  I suggest not.  Kayla, how could I ever thank you enough?  You are pregnant! A child is growing inside of you and you are running to Idaho Falls {twice}, helping me hang things from the ceiling, cutting hundreds of letters, organizing, painting, and reassuring me after every decision and project.  I could not have done it without you.  You have seen me as the tired zombie, fed our little family, and have just portrayed the true love of Christ.  And Chad - when we die and go to heaven - I am going to prove to you that SO many people have complimented me on the stadium lights. Because it has happened at least 6 times!  Dead serious.
 
Gail Merrell:  Over 300 books... I still can't believe how many books I have collected in the last week.  Thank you so much! I can't imagine how long it took you to sort and pack all those books. I just want you to know that I appreciate it!  I wish I could have recorded the children's faces when they saw the books.  Thank you! Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it!
 
Mommy and Daddy:  You know how much I love you. I hate being so far away from you.  Thank you for driving the 16 hours to give me those books.  Only a deep love for a child could possess two individuals to drive so far, only to stay for one day and then drive so far back.  I hope that I can become as patient, selfless, and long suffering as you two {and you know that last part is true}.
 
Trent: You are my rock.  You are my everything.  What husband takes his free time to decorate his wife's classroom, build her a hutch, and basically spend all his free time revolving around her.  You are the most selfless individual I have met. I love you.
 
There are so many other people I should say thank you to!  Sam - for bringing me fabulous treats that helped me get through my preparation week, Talia for training me to become an excellent teacher. Seriously - I just want to be like her.  Kelli for our first teacher support groups ;).  There is SO much that goes into teaching.  So much preparation, love, challenges, and fun.  Here is to a successful year!
 
So my classroom theme is about teamwork - that is why it is a sports theme.  We talk about how in this class, we are all working together to try and help each other succeed.  Let me tell you, the kids have ATE this up! They absolutely love it! The first week, I taught them how to teach.  We talked about not giving the answers to our peers but showing them how to come up with the right answer.  It is definitely a work in progress but they are doing so well.  It's amazing.  I love this teamwork theme.  We have a big poster that says, "T.E.A.M. Together Everyone Achieves More."  Having that as our motto has made a huge difference in our classroom environment. Now for the pictures:
 
I was SO nervous.  Seriously, I thought I was going to pass out.  Nothing you do during college can prepare you for that moment.
 
 You see that white board underneath that sign - yeah. I did that. Well Ambrey did that.  That was a chalkboard people and we turned it into a white board. Hold the applause.


Those are their book bags on that stylish 70's bright orange backpack rack.  I actually just moved our locker room down below the backpacks so that I could put up Mountain Language above the backpacks.

Please, stay awhile.  You are always welcomed here.

Kayla hung the footballs and baseballs from the ceiling.  Later, I found thin plastic bases.  I am gong to put a hole punch through it and then hang it above the groups.


Get it - Lunch is "Served." Thank you Pinterest.

Excuse the mess.  I wasn't completely put together when I took this picture. But how cute is this banner?

 The kids LOVED this.  Also, I am getting pillows and bean bags for them to relax on while they read. Notice the 12 boxes of books! Thank you Gail!

 Every kid has a job and it is related to a something in baseball.  For example, the assistant coach is the teacher's assistant and the concessions manager is the lunch count.  They love it!  Also, they had to interview for their jobs.  Best. Day. Ever.

 Math Rotations, Fast Finishers, and Writing Section.  Whenever a child asks a question that I don't know the answer, they write it down and put it on the corkboard.  If they finish their work early, they come and grab any index card and research the answer and then report their answers on Friday.  They love it!


 They really are tough words!

 The stadium lights. I should have taken a picture of it far away.  It looks SO good with the rest of the classroom.



 
 

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Beat This Summer With You

Well.  It’s official.  I am back in Rexburg.  There is only one problem… I am husbandless. It’s funny because all week I could not wait to get out of that apartment.  Over the summer we lived in Salt Lake City in a studio apartment.  We had done it before and it was no big deal, but our last studio was bigger than this studio.  It was a little less than 300 square foot.  And ever since I have been done with student teaching (July 2nd), I have been sitting in that apartment like a hermit.  I was working on my teacher duties, but you can only do so much in a small apartment that’s hundreds of miles away from your classroom.   So this week I was going crazy.  But now that I am here without Trent, I just want to go back.  If you look past the itty bitty living space, we really had a great summer.  While we were traveling up here we talked about all the amazing things that happened over the summer.
·         My brother came over for dinner every Sunday – priceless.
·         Tim McGraw Concert
·         Brad Paisley Concert
·         Kelly Clarkson and Carly Rae Jepsen Concert/Cirque De Soleil/Fireworks – Stadium of Fire
·         Met Steve Young
·         Seeing friends from everywhere – Erin, Victoria, The Merrell Family
·         Duke Family and Thompson Family visited us
·         Dropping Dallas off at the MTC
·         We were able attend the Salt Lake Temple and do a session. BEAUTIFUL.
·         We were able to clean the Salt Lake Temple – AWESOME experience and Trent enjoyed learning all the secret passageways ;)
·         Witnessing our dear friends, Kim and Joel, be sealed for eternity.  Oh I about died – it was incredible.
·         Disneyland
·         California Adventures
·         Beach
·         Someone attempting to break into our apartment
·         Traveling around Palos Verdes where Trent grew up.  There is a mural with Trent’s artwork and name on it at his middle school.
·         Teaching Primary
·         Camping/Shooting – Stansbury Island
·         Promotions/Awards
·         Saying Goodbye
Seriously.  This summer has been amazing.  These past two years have been crazy.  It may have had a rough start, but everyday life with Trent just gets better.  Our marriage is like concrete, hard, stronger than ever.  Now, you may be like “Why would ‘saying goodbye’ be a fond memory?”  Well, it’s like a bitter sweet memory.  Now, we are only separated for 2 weeks {and I am going down this weekend to help ease our pain ;)}.  But it was super emotional saying goodbye.  I mean – we are going to see each other in 5 days!  But we just both cried and expressed our deepest love and concerns for each other.  Trent is crazy protective over me {I love it}.  So knowing he won’t be here to protect me is difficult for him. But it’s Rexburg – so I am not too worried. It was just sweet, heartfelt goodbye.
Trent – thank you.  It has been such an amazing summer with you. I have loved every minute of being your wife. I love how you notice all the small things.  Like when you come home and I tried to prepare dinner and attempt to organize our ridiculously small and crowded apartment. You noticed those things – and you thanked me for every little thing I had accomplished – dishes, laundry, making the bed.  You named them all and would thank me.  I love that about you.  And on those extremely frequent days when you came home and the house was messier than before and I was just being incredibly lazy you would say, “Oh good honey.  I am glad you took a break today.  I will make dinner tonight, don’t worry.”  Thank you.  Thank you for putting me through school – for working and going to school full time – and still finding time to do the dishes and other household chores.  Thank you for putting me first.  I have never felt a shortage of love or attention from you.  We make an amazing team.  You have always given me the wings to fly, and I have loved you for it.
 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Think Less - And Act More

I witnessed a miracle today.  Today was our last day as primary teachers.  I seriously have LOVED this calling.  At first I was a little hesitant but they seriously stole my heart.  As we started the lesson, we had a knock at the door.  It was the Primary president with a visitor.
“This is your class for today.” she said, “And what was your name?”
The little boy just took his fingers and rang then across his lips as if to say, “zzziiiiiiiipppppp!” But he didn’t say a word. 
“That’s okay!” I chimed in.  The president just shrugged her shoulders and walked out.  A few minutes later she came back inside.
 “His mother just informed me that his name is Chris” she confirmed. {For the purpose of being respectful I will use an alias name and call him Chris.}
“Alright, buddy – pal – my main man Chris.” I said.  I know – I am weird, but I was just trying to get the kid to smile!
We continued the lesson and talked about Zion’s Camp. We watched a video that illustrated the events and every so often I would stop and ask the children questions.  About halfway through the video, I stopped the video and asked the students, “What were the men eating on the trail?”
“Powwije.” Christ blurted out.  I tried to hide the excitement/confusion/surprise on my face.  My brain quickly registered that he had tried to say porridge. 
“Awesome, Chris! That is exactly it! It was mushy grey porridge!” I was trying to validate his statement to help him feel comfortable. 
Later in the lesson, I turned to Chris and said, “And who was giving the men those blessings?” He just pointed up.  I said, “Yes, your right just say who you are talking about.”  He quickly shook his head no. “Do you mean Heavenly Father?” I asked.  He nodded his head yes and I again told him he was right and that was an excellent answer.
The lesson continued on and it went smoothly.  At the end I closed by bearing my testimony. Our lesson today was on trials I ended with saying, “Ya know.  I am a 4th grade teacher.  As you know I just finished student teaching and I witnessed a lot of trials that 4th graders have to face.  I have seen kids struggle because their parents are getting a divorce.  I have seen children who have been abused, children who have had a speech impairment, and children who…… are deaf.”  Now let me back up and tell you my train of thought.  I said speech impairment because I thought Chris wasn’t speaking because of a speech impairment. I thought he had a lisp or something similar and was embarrassed to speak in front of people.  But I didn’t want to end my statement looking at him and saying, “SOME children have a speech impairment.” So in my mind, I was like crap – now what do I say.  The next word that popped into my mind was “deaf.”  After I said it thought, “Wow. You’re a genius.  If a student was deaf – he wouldn’t even be at your school so obviously that was the dumbest example ever.”  But I just continued on and said, “And some of you may be experiencing those trials now, but I just want you to know that although trials stink, Heavenly Father is preparing you. I told Katie Heavenly Father was preparing her to be a great missionary. That although she may be shy she would be able to connect with people and help them learn the gospel.  I told Spencer that his knowledge and love for Heavenly Father was contagious.  I went around to every child and praised them for being here, and reminded them of their greatness and potential.  Then it was Chris’s turn.  I told him that he was going to do awesome things in his lifetime.  He quickly shook his head “no.”  I told him he was wrong.  That he was in store for great things – but he had to believe in himself.  He had to believe that Heavenly Father would help him and to not let fear or insecurities dictate his life. I think he needed to hear that. I ended by telling them that Heavenly Father loved them.  And I told them that Brother Thompson and I loved them.  I reminded them they were never alone because they had a cheering section and love oozing out of our hearts for them. 

We closed by saying the prayer and then I busted out the candy.  Hey, it’s our last week – we deserve a celebration, right?! So I told the kids that in order to get their candy they would have to come up to me and show me their biggest smile they would wear as they faced the trials of the week – and they had to give me a hug.  Each child came up and gave me the best smile and the biggest hug.  Chris was the last one to come up.  He gave me a half smile.
“Chris! I want to see those pearly white teeth!”  I said in my funniest, weirdest voice. He broke a smile and then gave me a big hug. As I handed him the gummy worms, he looked at me a little funny.
“Did you know?” he said.  I could tell he was trying his best to speak normal.  But he sounded different – and I couldn’t figure out why.
“Know what?” I responded.
“Did you know I was deaf?”  I literally sat there stunned. The room was completely quiet. Everyone was looking at me. 
“No, I had no idea.”  Now I was the one stuttering. 
“I am deaf and I can’t speak well.”  He pointed to his throat and said something else but I didn’t understand the last part.
“Ah, Chris” I said, “come here!”  I gave him another hug and said, “I honestly had no idea.  Ya see, that stuff doesn’t matter to me.  It must be hard but I never want you to be embarrassed.   Heavenly Father loves you and so do I.  You have so much to offer.  Don’t let that dictate how you think of yourself.  Because honestly, I think you are great.”
I hope I don’t come off as “holier than thou” or anything remotely close to that.  Because, guys, I am not that great.  I am writing this because this is an experience/feeling I NEVER want to forget.  I always ask Heavenly Father to use me.  I want to be the instrument in His hands. This is the first time, in a long time, that I felt like an instrument in His hands.  I felt that love for the little boy.  I had known him for 40 minutes.  But I loved him.  And I loved him because Christ loved him.  He helped me feel that love for him and then express it in a way that he needed to hear it.  But Heavenly Father helped me feel and express those emotions.  He is the one who put the word “deaf” in my mind.  He knows that I usually speak before I think and would say anything that came into mind ;).  It was a miracle.  I know that little boy needed to hear those words. That boy thought I knew him personally.  But the truth was that I didn’t – Heavenly Father did. 
Afterwards, we left for sharing time and then he left at the end of church.  All those kids stole a piece of my heart today.  I swear about half the children in Utah have a piece of my heart. Today I witnessed a small, but meaningful miracle.  I hope that I do what I did today:
Think Less – And Act More
When I feel inspired to sit by someone, I start to think, “Oh that would be weird, you don’t know her.”  Or I feel impressed to call someone and then I think, “She probably hates you because you haven’t talked to her in months.”  It is those doubtful thoughts that keep me from being an instrument in the Lord’s hands.  I just need to act on it!  So I guess what I am trying to say is maybe if we just acted on our good thoughts, we would be able to witness more small but meaningful miracles.
Think Less – And Act More.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

My Addiction / Book Club

I love to read.  But I have this horrible problem.  When I read a book I become consumed by it.  Literally.  I will just stay in bed for as long as it takes to finish the book.  Everything else in the world becomes less important.  Cleaning? Psh.  Dinner? Fend for yourself.  Ask my mother.  I have read a book that was between 600-700 pages in two days. I did not eat, drink, sleep, or even move.  I just read constantly.  Because of my horrible addiction, I don’t read books too often.  Usually just one or two a month and on a Sunday when I can devote a good evening to starting – and finishing – an entire book.
I bet you can tell where this blog post is going – I want to share my book addiction with you.  Let me explain:
                Before Mother’s Day I was in Deseret Book Store trying to find my sweet mom a present.  Also, I was trying to get some inspiration for my talk, which was on mothers.  I found this adorable fourteen page booklet. Seriously, everyone needs to read it.  It is entitled, Are We Not All Mothers by Sheri Dew.  Sheri Dew is a woman who never married or had children.  It helped me understand that motherhood is not just about having babies, although that is an important part.  Read it. Today.
                Sorry, book tangent. Okay, I am in the store trying to find something for my mother.  I literally have been in the store for over an hour racking my brain, trying to think of a personal gift idea.  Then this thought came to me: What if I bought a book and highlighted it with a yellow marker and left sticky notes throughout the book about my thoughts, insights, etc.  Then I send it to my mom and she will use a different color highlighter and post-it notes and mark up the same book.  It would give us something to talk about and bond over.  And as we read books, we could just send them back and forth to each other.  It is like our own little book club?  It’s fun to find sticky notes and see what she thinks about a section.  We both have different insights and different statements touch us differently. 
                So here is my challenge for you:  1. Do this yourself with a friend or family member.  It could be someone far away that you want to keep in touch with or just a neighbor.  2.  JOIN ME!  How fun would it be if women all over were sending inspirational or just good books to each other.  Even if you are put with someone you don’t know.  It’s like your spirits are connecting because you are reading and sharing your insights with a fellow sister!  Interested?  Keep reading!
                Okay so here is my plan.  First of all, the most you have to commit is two months (so just August and September - I’ll explain why later).  And I am just going to try this little book club experiment until November.  You will need to find a book and read it sometime in the month of August.  So you have a month to find and read a book.  Then, at the end of August, your partner with will send you their book and you will send your partner the book that you read.  Make sense? So you will just swap books.  The book you receive will be filled with sticky notes, writing, highlighting – whatever! And you will read the book and mark it up too!  Then after you have finished it (which you will need to finish it sometime in September), you will send the book back to them and they will send the book you bought back to you.  So you will end up with the original book you bought and highlighted. But then you can re-read it and see the notes, talks, and messages your partner left in the book.  Then, you can either stop or do it one more time (for September and November).  If you decide to do it again, we will swap partners so we can meet a variety of exceptional women.  Does this all make sense?  If you are interested you can just e-mail me and I will send more information and you then you can decide. 
                Folks, I am a dreamer.  When I imagine this happening, I picture like a mini relief society meeting.  I imagine women talking about a book and relating it to our lives, sharing stories, and strengthening one another.  But it’s definitely a commitment.  Your partner is expecting a book that will enlighten and encourage her.  So if she doesn’t get a book – obviously it would be sad. 
                If you would like to know more tedious details and information – either e-mail me at duke.chelsea22@gmail.com or just leave your e-mail in the comments below! Whichever is best for you!  Also, this invitation is for EVERYONE and ANYONE! So you, yes you, are completely invited if you want to! And if you don’t join this book club, do it with a friend! Honestly, you will LOVE it!
 
 
The book on the left is what I sent my mother, the book on the right was from my "you have to read this today" book tangent.
 
I just love my mom!
 
 Seriously, this book completely changed my perspective on Mary and Martha.  This book is about the incident in Luke 10: 38-42. Ah-mazing. Loved it.

 
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