Ten, ten, ten!

I’m not good with the weekly posts, but sometimes I think they’re fun. Like today. I think I’m going with the Tuesday 10 again.

1. It’s Bama week. Battered Aggie Syndrome is setting in a little, but ultimately, I think (cautiously optimistically) we’ve got this.

Rice

2. I’m re-branding (just on the blog, not really branding; come on, people) Baby Gray on his birthday. He’ll be three. New name revealed in two weeks! Also, I’m lovin’ the planning sans Pinterest this year. I think I’m going to go Pinterest-free for a while (except to embed stuff). It stretches me!

Shades

3. Baby Gray’s mutton bustin’ photos are still trapped in my camera’s SD card. I haven’t tried very hard to rescue them (I’m so bad about photos on my big camera), but I’m ready for them soon. Hopefully I’ll be successful at retrieving them (and promptly purchasing a new SD card so this doesn’t happen again).

4. I’m lovin’ our school groove. I get stuff done, Baby Gray has a great time; it’s a win-win! I think I’m going to run out of lunch ideas quickly, though. (What do you pack for your kiddos?)

5. I love selling stuff! Not quite as much as I love buying stuff, but I do. I love to sell stuff. It’s free money! Who doesn’t like free money? And who doesn’t have junk they don’t need?

6. I’m ready for soup! Come on, fall! (Like it really gets cool enough in our “fall” for soup.)

7. I think I’m addicted to sales on Instagram. Drop in your PayPal email, forget you bought it, and BAM! something awesome shows up at your door for your future self. Sometimes I really, really forget I bought something, then I check the package carefully for anthrax or bombs before opening. (Apparently I’m a high-profile target.)

8. Some of the staff ladies from Rev went to an event last night that was 70s themed. I managed to get all a full outfit out of things I already had (all my costume and entertaining stuff is packed, so I had a slight disadvantage). I didn’t spend a dime! I was pretty proud of my hippie self!

9. It’s fun when you’re friends with your realtor. You can be a crazy person sans judgment.

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10. Only FOUR days remain until the Bama game! I still can’t believe we didn’t go to Tuscaloosa last year.

Get pumped up!

A Little Bit of This

Late last week, I finished up yet another young adult book (I’m mostly a quick, light reader) hurriedly so I could start Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). I’d heard great things about it, and I couldn’t wait to get reading.

I’m about half-way through, and I feel like I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Does it get funnier? Is there more to it? Should I have known more about Mindy’s background before I started it? Do I have a bad sense of humor?

I hate when I don’t get the hype.

Speaking of hype: it’s Bama Week! Whoop! I promise I’ll try to be the least amount of obnoxious possible–right after I subject you to this video:

By the way, that’s an affiliate link up there. Over and out. 

Sports Shake Up

Football season kicked off (pun intended) last weekend, so naturally, there’s some Aggie gear goin’ on on this lovely Fashion Friday–not that Baby Gray knows an off season. (Praises, praises for a night game this week.)

Gig Em
Game Gear
Helmet

Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a hat that’s several sizes too small?

Hat
Baseball

Please note the sports paraphernalia mix-and-match. I love it!

Here’s the Story

We’re doing things a little differently around here today. Baby Gray’s takin’ over!

I loved all his stories and explanations from throughout the day. He has gone on and on about it all since I picked him up. 
First Day
We ended the day with a special treat and lots of playing. I think he’s ready to do it again Monday! 

When Worlds Collide

This morning, I switch roles in the classroom. I make the change from teacher to mom. Last week gave me a tiny taste of it, but I know that as Baby Gray spends more time there, it will take more and more adjusting.

I always knew I wanted to be a teacher (not necessarily forever); I always knew I wanted to be a mother (I’ll keep that one ’til my dying day). As those roles crash into each other this morning, I find myself at one of the most meaningful crossroads I’ve been in since this whole motherhood gig started. It’s my turn to relinquish control, which is super hard for me–as both teacher and mother. It’s my turn to trust that God’s got this. My role as a classroom parent is a supporting role, to the school and his teacher. Already I’ve found myself reflecting on parents I had in the past that did an amazing job supporting me in my classroom. That’s the type of parent I want to be.

I feel confident we have placed him in a program that will challenge him and help mold him into the type of person we want him to be, but I am also so feeling the tiniest bit of relief that it’s only two days a week and I will still be able to spend time with him. He’s going to be totally fine–it’s me who will need to do the adjusting!

Backpack copy

Teacher mode is often my first instinct: I pick up on people’s verbiage with children, their reactions and so on (that’s not at all to say that I always do it right, just that I catch myself thinking about it). I love reading and learning about new ways to interact and get a concept across. It’s all about that light bulb going off; the click you see when they get it! While I love that Baby Gray is going to continue to learn and grow, I’m a bit sad that it’s somewhere else–even if just for two days a week!

At the same time, it’s exciting. On Sundays, I love when he comes back from Rev Kids and tells me all about what he’s learned that day, we’ll get to do that even more. He loves to tell us about the new things he’s got swirling around in that head of his. We’ve already got the evening planned tonight so we can hear all about his day over yogurt! 

He talked about school all day yesterday; I can’t wait to pick him up and hear all about it now that he’s actually been!

Anything You Can Do

Yesterday afternoon (as with most afternoons), I found myself wanting a little something sweet. I had a Frappucino on my mind, but no where in this tiny town to get one. Well, that, and I wasn’t going to leave the house.

I consulted my friend Google and came up with this recipe that looked like it might work (I did the mocha version). I was kind of skeptical, though, so I brewed a cup of coffee in the Keurig first, so I didn’t waste my time and energy on a full pot if it was bad.

Despite my impatience on letting the coffee cool down (resulting in more ice while left it a tad watery), it was good. I brewed a pot of coffee (my first ever that had anything to do with me)

Coffee Pot

to store to use later this week.  There will be more of these in my future.

Coffee

I’ll pick up some cream at the store so I can add homemade whip next time, too! YUM!

By the way, it makes two very full servings, so I’ll probably half it next time. 

Monday Morning Coming Down

In the past three years, holidays have mattered very little. Today, though, is an actual holiday from school for Baby Gray. So, I didn’t do grocery shopping or get things ready for the week. We took a holiday.

Monday Morning

It looks a touch like a conflicting cowboy, football player, baseball player, and farmer took a holiday, but it is what it is–Monday morning destruction! I love that I am able to give him time to play, learn, and laugh without an agenda.

Gametime! What?

The long-awaited weekend is here: the return of Aggie Football! Baby Gray has had “Augus firty-first at noon” engrained in his head for weeks! He’s worse than we are! As we gear up to don our maroon and white tomorrow, here is just a glimpse at what this kid’s been wearing lately.

Oh, the silliness!

Bow Head

Yes, he’s by the car. I really let him wear it (pick your battles, people; we were going to the dreaded Walmart, anyway).

Dressed Myself
Hat
Home with Daddy

Isn’t he the cutest?

Puppy Ears
Rubberband

I’ll close with one of my favorites:

Shades

Whatever you’re wearing this weekend! Have fun!
 

In the Dark

Running isn’t really therapy for me; no, it’s more or less the downfall of my OCD brain. I count steps, calculate percentages, compare paces, and more math functions I can’t even remember. Not because I want to, but because it just comes naturally for me. My brain processes numbers.

About this time last year (maybe a touch earlier in August), I had been on a running hiatus pretty much since the weeks of my half and my duathlon. With full journals and a renewed faith, I decided I needed a new outlet, a place to get away from all these thoughts, and I hit the pavement, intent to just run. To get from it what others do. To be in a place where I couldn’t write it or process it, just think it and pray about it and keep moving.

I got to a spot in the road that evening that I had run by tons of times during my training. It’s no spot in particular, but it’s the spot where my thoughts once got the best of me. I kept having terrible “what if” thoughts, and I broke down, literally weeping in the street. I took the quickest route home and decided maybe running with my thoughts wasn’t for me after all. It actually took quite a bit for me to get back out there in any capacity for fear it would happen again. I let myself do math on my runs again after that. I have made a conscious effort to pray for things in our neighborhood as I run or pray for things on my heart.

As I ran by that spot in the dark this morning, I was so grateful for where I’d been. So grateful that God has brought me so far. So grateful that even though that spot was once dark, He brought me into the light. I don’t have to have “what if” thoughts; He’s already covered them. I run by that spot nearly every time I run, so I’m not quite sure what was different this morning, but as I was praying for our neighborhood and the school, I was just hit with a huge sigh of relief. A huge thank you for not letting that happen again-type thing.

Morning

It’s the type of relief you can’t get on your own. The type that comes with a peace only God can bring. I hadn’t thought about that day much at all in the past year, but it was a peaceful thought this morning–a place of reconciliation.