I Kick You.

So, yesterday I got kicked. That's right, kicked. By a student. Here's how it went (names have been changed to protect the guilty):

A student came up to me with scratches on her arm. She said "Michael" scratched her. I asked him if this was true. He said, "They were just making me so mad!" I told him this behavior was unacceptable, and that he needed to go to the end of the line. At this, he screamed "I hate you!" (I'm assuming at me) and grabbed a chair and threw it across the room. Luckily, all my other kids were on the other side of the room. So I said, "Michael, you need to come with me." We went out into the hallway, where he promptly kicked me in the shin. Luckily, the principal was walking by and took him to the office.

This is what a child who is Emotionally Disturbed does. I wasn't surprised, because the SpEd teacher told me to expect this kind of behavior. However, he should not even be in a regular class if he has this disorder. But the parents refuse to let him be in an ED class. At what point does the safety of the other students factor in?

Anyways, today was a much better day for him. I will be more on the defense from now on though.

Kids Do the Darndest Things 1

I have been getting onto the kids a lot lately for bugging me about every little thing that happens in the classroom. Here is my favorite example:

A student comes up to me while I am working with a group and says "I found this on the floor," while holding up a tiny pebble.

"I found this on the floor"?! What do you want, a cookie? Throw it in the trash! I could care less! I don't need a news report every time you find garbage on the floor. In fact, I want nothing to do with it!

Anyways, it made me laugh. I think I should just start posting this kind of stuff. I think it's pretty entertaining.

Presents for Tori

Sorry all my posts end up being about sewing or cooking, but that's where it's at lately. Here is a boppy cover, a diaper clutch, and nursing cover for my good friend, Tori (who makes amazing cakes, btw).
I found the boppy cover pattern here.

Yellow Makes Everything Better

We did a quick weekend project today. Check it out.

Balloons!! And Cobbler.

Sunday was a great day. The morning started out with a balloon sighting. Directly over the house! It made me really excited for Balloon Fiesta in October! We decided to celebrate our balloon sighting with a little peach cobbler. Yeah, we made it ourselves. If you lick your screen, you may be able to taste it...







Gross! Did you actually lick your screen?!

Another Nursing Cover

Here is my second nursing cover and diaper case combo. It was for my cousin who is having a girl. It turned out more professional looking, mainly because I used a wider stitch. I have been a little obsessed about looking at stitching on all my clothing, curtains, etc. I made a couple of adjustments. I shortened the straps because they were just way too long on the last one. I also shortened the boning for the "peek-a-boo" portion of the cover. I think it will work nicely.

My other cousin works in a daycare and wants me to make a couple for her to keep in her classroom so that nursing mothers can use them. I might. Maybe it could be a form of advertising!





I think I've gotten pretty good at doing the corners. :)




I got a blingy button for this one.


I didn't have enough fabric, so I made the inside using a different fabric.

Wisdom Teeth

Ugh. So yesterday, I got my wisdom teeth out and I was SUPER scared. I wasn't allowed to eat from midnight until my appointment at 11:00 am. If you know me very well at all, then you know this was a big deal for me. I NEVER skip breakfast, and if I do, it's a bad deal. So anyways, I got there and was super hungry and nervous. I was on the verge of tears in the waiting room. Doug did his best to console me, but it wasn't happening. I was most scared about being put to sleep. I really didn't want to give in and let them cut me open. I didn't want to be at the mercy of someone else and give up control. But I had to.
They took me back into the room, and Doug wasn't allowed to come. I was in there for a little bit before the doctor came in, and I cried a little bit. Yeah, I know I'm a baby. Then they came in and asked me some questions. After that came the laughing gas. I just kept waiting for my fists to unclench. They didn't. I just started to feel kind of dizzy and weird. Then the doctor put in the I.V. and put the medicine in it. He said "This will probably feel itchy; that's normal."

Then I woke up. Doug was in there and I was trying to talk to him but had gauze in my mouth. He probably liked that I couldn't talk so much; I am a bit of a chatterbox! All in all, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't feel a thing when I woke up. I have had very little pain. Like I do quite often, I just made a mountain out of a molehill. Now that it's over, I feel like I really accomplished something. Like I'm braver. But only a little.