What Do You Think?

Back in the Saddle Again

I got a call yesterday from the Admissions office. They needed someone to do an interview while the managers in the office were away at a retreat. I went into the office to see if my old bosses could refresh my memory. Do you know what they said? "You know what to do."

Their words didn't help me much-- it's been eight years since my last interview!

The goal of our college interviews is to make students comfortable-- to make them feel like they're having a conversation with the counselor more than an interview. So a list of questions wouldn't help me; I needed to be reminded on how to transition from, for example, academics to leadership without the student really knowing that I was gaining knowledge about these areas.

I faked my way through it; I was definitely rusty. The interivew didn't last as long as it should have, but it's done. His parents asked some typical questions, and unbelievably, I could still quote any fact from eight years ago-- but I assumed they needed updated information :)

It felt good though. It felt good to be back in the saddle. I really do love it.

The Farm, Part II

The Farm

We spent some time at the Orebaugh farm today. I'll post more pictures later, but this is my favorite so far!

Molly's youngest son, Ethan

A Little Dirt

-- never hurt anyone.

Another Reason for Moving

We love living close to old friends. Tonight we had a last-minute dinner with Tim and Mel and their three kids. For the last seven years we've had to plan a huge weekend to get together with friends; now we just hop in the car and go see them for a few hours. How fun!

Guess How Much I Love You

I love that childrens' book. I often tell Jonah before bed that I love him "all the way to the moon," and then he replies, "and back."

He went to bed around 7:45 p.m. last night. At 10:30 p.m. I walked up the stairs to check on the kids. I suddenly heard faint, panicked screams and knew it was Jonah. I ran to his room and discovered him trapped in his closet. Our best estimate is that he'd been stuck for almost two hours.

He was quite disturbed-- he'd been sobbing. He jumped in my arms, crying and squeezing my neck.

I wept. My heart hurt. I held him tightly. I couldn't help wondering what he was thinking about the whole time.

He recovered rather quickly. He made a few comments about being stuck in the closet, but really, he was just tired and wanted to sleep.

We didn't talk about it today. I just gave him a lot of love.

Last night I was reminded just how much I love him...

all the way to the moon and back.

Fun Day

Our friends, Mark and Carrie, moved from Alma about a year before we moved-- now they live an hour away. We spent Saturday enjoying the festivities in their hometown.





Thanks, Mark, Carrie, Lauren, and Holden!

Future Student

Yesterday

The Dying Comma

"A little horse must think it queer/ To stop without a farmhouse near."

It was my favorite test question in college. My professor asked us to diagram this sentence from a Robert Frost poem. I excitedly scribbled on my paper with a smirk on my face. I could diagram sentences all day.

I was one of those English majors that embarrassed myself in Imaginative Writing (just ask Becky Ness) and struggled through Modern Fiction (although, I dare say, I'd do a lot better in this class today). But there was one class where I felt like the star pupil-- one class where I was disappointed if I received anything less than a 98% on a test. It was the reason I wanted to be an English teacher: Linguistics and Grammar.

I read a Newsweek column this morning entitled "The Sad Fate of the Comma." It started me thinking about my writing. The author states, "But the comma's sad fate is, I think, a metaphor for something larger: how we deal with the frantic, can't-wait-a-minute nature of modern life...The comma is a small victim of our hustle-bustle."

I'm guilty of this. I succumb to the pressures of quick emails or quick blogs. I forgive myself for writing in the passive voice, misplacing a comma, or overusing the elipses because I have too many things to do and not enough time to do it all.

The comma is sacrificed. My commas are sacrificed.

What is this world coming to?

Because she's just too cute...

He's Back

I haven't spent much time on the computer recently so let me redirect you to my brother's blog for some light, easy reading.

The Birthday Gang

We celebrated Lydia's first birthay this weekend in Columbus at the annual Smith Family Summer Birthday Bash. My uncle, my mom, my cousin, and Lydia all have birthdays within days of one another. I'm stealing this picture from my cousin's blog since I STILL can't find my camera cord! Thanks, Wendy!

My Sweet Lydia?

Last week Lydia turned one year old. This week she's decided to bite Jonah when he frustrates her.

She bit his hand three times today.

What's happening to my sweet girl?

Thoughts on our New Life

I've been annoyed with the fact that I can't find my camera cord that uploads pictures to my computer. Many of you have asked about the kids' transition, the move, and life in our new town. Let me give you a few random thoughts:

- The Oreo Mint sundae isn't $1.32 anymore. I was a college student a long time ago.
- I love our new house although it's far from being settled. I especially have grown to love our view-- corn, weeds, and the Hess farm. It's so peaceful; of course, that also means lots of grasshoppers and spiders in our house!
-We've had a lot of excitment in our "neighborhood" recently. They've started to build two other houses on our street so once Autumn arrives we won't be the only house. Both families work on campus and have four year old children.
- We've enjoyed some time with my cousins, Eric and Brittany, and their son, Jack. It's nice to have family in town, but it's also weird. While driving home recently, we passed Eric and Jack on their bike. "Wait, that was Eric and Jack...wait....oh, they live here too." My initial split-second reaction was that I needed to go back and talk to them, but no, we'll see them all the time!
- Our house doesn't really feel settled. I think it's because: a) we ordered new couches and they're not here yet and b) we don't have grass/landscaping. Since we're used to spending the majority of our time in the yard or in the family room, it's no wonder that we feel a little out of sync at times. And we need window treatments. What happens if Finfrock returns to campus?!
- Mike is enjoying his new job. It appears this job is a perfect fit for his gifts and talents. I think he's energized by the change.
- Every day it appears that we're getting closer to creating our "new normal." I went to dinner with some girls on Friday night. It was good to make some connections with women I enjoyed. I have plans to see them this week, too, with their kids.
- We're working to discover the most frequently asked question for this town, "So what do you do for fun?" I'm always asking moms I meet. I think we'll head to the library and petting zoo tomorrow.

My Scream

I had been waiting all day. I anxiously drove the 25 minutes. My palms were sweaty. My heart was racing. I leapt out of the car, purse in hand, dashing toward the door with my list.

Oh no.

Heartbreak.
Sadness.
Disappointment.

I wanted to fall to my knees.

Hobby Lobby was closed.

It's a Different World

While playing with Jonah at the playground yesterday, I couldn't help but notice what the other moms were wearing. One mother was wearing her Harley Davidson shirt-- the other was wearing her Mustang t-shirt. I became self conscious in my pastel blue eyelet shirt. Contemplating the fact that I wasn't quite fitting in with the other "playground moms, " I turned my head to discover a 30-something man parking his 4-wheeler in his front yard across the street. Laughing, I looked to the left (this is no exaggeration) and saw a 50-something man meticulously drying off his red mustang; apparently, he had just been at the car wash. He shined that car for at least the next 20 minutes.

So I learned a few things from my trip to the playground yesterday: cars, motorcycles, and 4-wheelers are a big deal in this town.

Video Mama

I remember a time when my mother continuously played a game of Pac-Man for a couple of hours. I remember it because it was a Friday night, and we sat around the console television in our small family room with our eyes peeled, watching her in awe. Her hands were cramped, no doubt, and Troy and I decided we were having such a good time watching her play that we were willing to forgo our usual Friday night habit of Dukes of Hazzard and Knight Rider.

I was reminded of this night when, after much prodding, I sat down to play a complete game of Wubbzy's Amazing Adventure on www.nickjr.com. Jonah continually squealed in delight, especially when I advanced to another next level. At one point he even said, "You're good at this game, Mom."

My mom played Pac-Man for hours and we were enthralled. I played Wubbzy's Amazing Adventure for 10 minutes and had my son on the edge of his seat. Not bad.

Waterpark