Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I'm really inspired by Meg's blog. She has this amazing sense of style, color, and she's real. Sometimes she's thrilled with her kids, sometimes she wants to wring their necks, and she is honest about it. I love that. I feel sometimes that blogs are so carefully crafted to show only one side of life--the perfectly decorated, color-coordinated, crafty, delicious, happy side of life. I love to be inspired by those things, but if you spend too much time blog-hopping, you might develop a bit of inferiority complex. Which is what I was afraid of when I attempted Meg's rainbow cake. I was ready for abject failure, I have to admit...but, I did it!!
Posted by Jennifer@sissyandsassy at 8:57 AM
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sadly, I haven't been here in almost a year. I'm a teacher--if you look closely, you'll realize I only post between the months of June and August--go figure. I'm hoping, once again, to be here more often. A quick update on the two crazy people for whom this little corner of cyberspace is named:
Sissy turned nine this past April, and we had a luau/pool party/shrieking girl extravaganza. I had one or two moments of creativity, but cheated and bought almost everything from Dollar Tree. Sissy is as sweet, nutty, and moody as ever. She's looking forward to swimming all summer long.
Posted by Jennifer@sissyandsassy at 8:24 AM
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Sissy is in the midst of a love affair with this person:
Anyway, she's also still a little girl at heart:
Anyway, she's also still a little girl at heart:
From what I can tell, eight's gonna be all over the place.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I want a game closet in my house like this. I love the whole retro vibe of this movie, and love the idea of kids playing board games and abandoning video games altogether. I'm just having a fit of 70's nostalgia, I guess...all I know is that if you haven't seen The Royal Tenenbaums, you should. You really should. If only for Alec Baldwin's narration.
Posted by Jennifer@sissyandsassy at 9:03 PM
Monday, August 23, 2010
Today was the first day of school for us. I teach at the school Sassy attends, so we got to face the day toge ther--which was nice. She's in third grade which completely boggles my mind, but there it is:
Sassy doesn't start pre-school until next week, so she is staying with family until her year starts. I've always taught at my girls' school, so I'm spoiled in terms of having access to them whenever I want/need them for something. Sassy's new pre-school is close by, but I won't be the one to drop her off at school, or pick her up, either, and I'm really struggling with that.
As a teacher, I shamefully confess to judging the parents (really, the mothers--'cause that's what we women do) of my students who can't come to parties, ceremonies, etc. because of work or other issues. I also pass judgment on the quality of my students' lunches, their hair, and their parents' ability to make sure forms, permission slips, and the like get to school in a timely manner. In my total lack of humility and love for my fellow man I pat myself on the back for dotting all those i's, crossing all those t's, and looking to the world like a responsible, on-top-of-it mother.
This afternoon after school, my husband was mowing the backyard, and I was getting dinner together. Sissy was in her room, and last I'd checked, three year-old Sassy was in the living room watching TV. The doorbell rang, and I went to the front door, irritated and convinced it must be someone selling something. There stood my neighbor from down the street, holding Sassy's hand. She had gone out the open garage door (my husband left it open when he took out the lawn equipment) and wandered, barefoot and stringy-haired, 6 or 8 houses down to the cul-de-sac at the end of our street. My neighbor just happened to be outside with her kids and recognized Sassy. Since she has some speech issues, nobody would have been able to understand her if they'd asked her name, and I'm not altogether sure she could pick her house out of all the houses on our street.
If she'd wandered the other direction, she would most likely have been hit by a car, as we live just off the very busy main street into our neighborhood.
My neighbor was very kind, and didn't seem to judge me as harshly as I judge others' parenting skills. In her position, I'm sure I would have dropped off the errant child and thought to myself "Hmph...she should really keep a better eye on her kids." What a fool I am to think that my children are somehow immune to accidents or worse, simply because I manage to look like a "good" parent.
One of my favorite pastors once remarked "Being able to discern others' shortcomings is not a spiritual gift," but we often act like it is. Or I do, anyway. Maybe today has taught me to be a little more compassionate, a little more humble, and surely more thankful for the two precious girls with which God has entrusted me. In the meantime, this:
Friday, August 20, 2010
I love "back to school" time. My life as a child was pretty unpredictable, but school provided a stability and structure that made me so happy and secure. The school library was my special sanctuary, where I pored over Old Yeller, all the Ramona books, and several Judy Blume books I'd have a stroke if my third-grade daughter read today.
As a teacher, I still love this time of year. While I might fuss about meeting after meeting, neverending inservices, and massive amounts of prep work, the truth is, I love starting over every year. I love the promise of new experiences, the hopeful feeling that comes with investigating and trying out new teaching techniques. I love that each year is a chance to do better, to *be* better at this wonderful profession in which God has placed me. But, most of all, I love those rows of sweet, expectant faces waiting to be loved, understood, and taught.
I love that God made me a teacher.