What the Hey?

Everyone else is doing it! Guess I will, too. When my sister Valerie started her blog, I thought it was a really cool idea of being able to keep up with her and especially my new nephew. Even though Naomi is two now, she's still changing every day, and I was feeling left out of the blogging family with both sisters having a blog. I'll be honest and say that my posts probably won't be very frequent. After talking with my sisters, who both have newborns, I forgot how much I miss holding and kissing little babies. However, I definitely don't miss the endless questions of "Am I doing this right, or am I totally screwing up my child?"

Now that Noami is two, I can definitely say, so far I haven't screwed up my child. I get compliments every day of how well behaved she is. I would love to take the credit for all of it, but unfortunaley I have to give most of the credit to my parents. Not because they are disciplining my daugher, but because they disciplined me. Everything I am doing with Naomi is what was done with me.

She is the funniest girl ever. She decided that she has two babies now, baby Joshua James Nelson and baby Jedidiah (which, by the way, she sings). Even though she hasn't gotten to meet either one, yet, she still considers them hers. Today, when I picked her up from school (daycare), her teacher said that she had come up with a new potty dance. Turns out the new move was actually her new dance move which I had discovered the other night. But, I'll be the first to admit that it looks more like a potty dance than a musical dance. Here's a picture of just one of the silly ways she likes to dress up in others clothes: Azeem's hat, Emmely's mittens, and Grandma's ear warmer around her neck.

Well, my plans to move out of my parents house came quickly to a halt when I took a financial class at my church. Turns out teachers make squat, especially in Spring Valley, and I won't be able to move out until Naomi goes to kindergarten. Speaking of kindergarten, I am, with unsurmountable joy, finishing up my second year of teaching kindergarten. I'm praying that God decided to give me my hardest year right off the bat so that I can prove that I can handle this profession. If not, I seriously question my previously decided spiritual gift, teaching. One of my best friends said, "If you survived brain surgery, you can survive anything!" She obviously has never been in a classroom with 24, at times 25, unruley 5-6 year olds. Perhaps God is just trying to tell me, "Duh, Caroline, I didn't mean KINDERGARTEN!!!" .....Who knows.