Thursday, June 23, 2011

My Heart

On Monday, I have seven writers coming to my house. We are going to read, write, and think together. Laugh together and maybe even cry together. And then the next day, they're going to come back and we're going to do it all over again. For five days straight.

The writers are fourth graders. And their parents keep saying, "Thank you so much for having this writing camp!" "Thank you for opening up your home to teach our children!" "Thank you!" "Thank you!" "Thank you!"

And I just smile because, as many times as I tell them, they still don't understand. THEY are the ones I want to thank. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do the work of a teacher. To do the work that makes my heart swell and beat really fast.

And thank you, God, for giving me these precious years at home teaching my handsome Landon, beautiful Reagan, and cute Connor. Thank you also knowing my passion for teaching kiddos that don't call me "Mommy", but "Mrs.Trevett", and for this undeserved gift of getting to pour into these fourth graders for a full week and watching them grow as writers. Oh, and did I mention most of them are former students who already have my heart? Just the icing on the cake!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The one

The one in the dress is in dance camp this week. And she is loving it.

The one wearing the cutest jon-jon on the planet said a word this week. We think. He looked at a baseball and said, "Baaaaaooooouuuuuul." He hasn't said it again but we're hopeful.

The one in the Gamecock t-shirt lost a tooth yesterday and now there's a gigantic hole in his mouth. Cutest 6-year-old ever.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

I love my dad.

He loves my kids. He loves my brother and me. He is the most giving person I've ever known. He has a heart for widows. He is compassionate. He verbally affirms me every single day. He is strong and courageous. He is God fearing and humble. He is wise and a natural leader. Thank you, Dad, for choosing to love Kevin and me every day. Happy Father's Day! I love you more than you even know.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Happy Friday!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Beach Goodness

We just returned from a week long vacation to the beach. In Spartanburg (where I grew up) everybody knows that "the beach" means Myrtle Beach. Duh. But in Columbia when I say, "I'm going to the beach" people say, "Which beach?" Weird. I don't get it. Are there other beaches besides Myrtle? I'm unaware.

There were a ton of favorite parts of our week. And there was one worst part of our week. At 2:30am, Nathan and I heard a huge thud, ran downstairs, and found our 6-year-old on the ground crying in pain but also sound asleep. He had fallen off the top bunk bed onto the tiled floor. We went to Urgent Care first thing the next morning, sure he had broken something. But it was only a bone bruise near his shoulder, thankfully! The doctor encouraged Landon to wear a sling and Landon thought that was really cool. For about 15 minutes. Then he told the sling to hit the road. He's feeling loads better now although his arm is still very tender.

Favorite parts of our week included playing in the ocean (except for Connor...he hates water), playing in the pool (except for Connor...he hates water), going to the water park (except for Connor....notice a pattern?), playing putt-putt, feeding the ducks, and going to Pirates Voyage (the old Dixie Stampede).

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Greek Yogurt is what I'm talking about

Rumor has it tons of people are crazy sad that I've been neglecting my little blog. And by "tons of people" I mean this one girl named Julia that I've never met but who thinks I'm pretty awesome and is addicted to my blog. So, Jules, here goes.

The main reason I've been so slack is because I've discovered Greek yogurt. 100% nonfat Greek yogurt. So, instead of blogging, lately I've been topping stuff with Greek yogurt and then singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

Wanna hear just one of many ways to bathe in it? Take a sweet potato. Jab it with holes. Wrap it in a damp paper towel. Microwave it for 4 minutes. Cut it open. Sprinkle it with pepper. Then throw some 100% nonfat Greek yogurt on it. It'll change your life.

Rachael Ray told me a sweet potato is the most nutritious thing in the produce section and I believe her big time. My biceps are huge now, you could wash clothes on my abs, and my iron count is through the roof.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Crazy Old May.

Quick update on Team Trevett. May kicked our fannies. Our family is really into cramming as much as possible into May. We crammed in Mother's Day, my brother's birthday, Reagan's birthday, my dad's birthday, our anniversary, a dance recital, the children's choir musical, and every single end-of-year preschool and kindergarten activity possible.

Mother's Day and my brother's birthday fell on the same day this year so that was hard. But we were able to talk to him on the phone for a few minutes that day so that was a blessing. Thanks for your continued prayers for my brother and our family. We feel them.

Last weekend we visited my family to celebrate my dad's SIXTIETH birthday. The kids had a blast as usual. In fact, the day after we returned, Reagan announced she wished she could live at Gammy and Papa's house instead of our house. Awesome. Then Landon reassured her that if Mommy and Daddy both die, she'll get her wish. My self-esteem went up a lot that day.

Last week, Reagan and Landon sang their little hearts out at church during the children's musical. The morning of the musical, Reagan woke up with excitement and announced, "I LOVE STAGES!"

On Friday, I took Reagan to the doctor for her 4-year-old check up. She weighs 32 lbs. which is the 24th percentile and she is 30-something inches tall which is 49%. She passed her vision and hearing test and her iron count rocked.

Connor is 21 months old and I'm not pregnant. I've never had a child this old and not been pregnant at the same time. It's weird. This morning I put on maternity pants out of habit. Or maybe it was because I ate three cheeseburgers yesterday. True story.

Tomorrow is Landon's last day being a kindergartner. He's had a great year. He's grown as a reader, gotten 3 loose teeth, made great friends, gotten even more handsome (didn't think it was possible), and decided he never wants to get married because he wants some peace and quiet in a house of his own.

May. Check.

June, Bring. It. On.