Brown Eggs,Pink Azaleas and Purple Wisteria

Sea BreezesNo, it's not Easter yet, but almost! Do you love my brown fresh country eggs? My friend, Steve, one of our Spanish teachers, has a flock of hens who are now laying....eggs...and lots of them. He knows we love fresh, hormone free eggs, and so when he has a surplus, which is often, we get the surplus. Yum, are they good. They are very rich and creamy. He even has a hen who lays green eggs. Really. So, we have enough eggs for the week. I told Steve to "thank his girls for me." His rooster is, well, a bird of a different feather. Steve swears that rooster doesn't get up until they do. He doesn't hear him crow until the lights in their kitchen come on. My kind of rooster.Eggs say spring and so do azaleas and wisteria, both of which are busy showing their stuff in our yard. Spring is almost my favorite season. My very favorite season, is, of course, summer. All teachers love summer. But spring has sprung and I am loving the color here in coastal Georgia. My old friend, the friendship is old, Cindy Jones, from Dyersburg, was in town this past week with her church group of kids, and she called me. The kids did a concert over on St. Simons Island. I got to meet her in Brunswick for coffee before they set out for Hilton Head, and I went to school. It was great hugging and catching up. We promised to talk again soon. Cindy, thanks so much for the visit. My nose is sniffing spring, and my fingers are getting itchy for digging in the dirt. I am heading to the nursery tomorrow to see what abounds for this gardener. Our vegetable garden soil is begging to be toiled, and I am drooling over seed catalogues. What is wrong with me? I come to life in the spring, as I am an outdoor, yard, pool, porch freak. Color, eggs, bunnies, blooming things. Count me in. Spring has sprung on the coast of Georgia. Enjoy some of the color in our yard.

Our Water Babies

Sea BreezesKatie and I took her (my) babies to the pool this weekend. It took us two hours, including travel time, to get to the pool, including two stops for swim diapers (I was supposed to do that beforehand..oops). I lie, it probably took us three to four hours to ready and get there. Babies had to be nursed, eat breakfasts, change diapers, nap, change diapers, changed, bags packed, put in carseats, go back for what we forgot...the list goes on. We FINALLY arrived at the pool. Twenty minutes later, maybe it was 30, after we had put babies in swim diapers and swimsuits, we were in the pool. Twenty minutes later, we were back out of the pool. Thirty minutes later we were showered, diapered, dressed and back into the car. But the part I want to focus on is the in the pool part. The pictures are foggy because the pool was indoor, heated to a warm 84 degrees and the camera lens fogged. Of course, I did not think to wipe the lens, as my smart alec husband asked later why I did not simply think to do that. Read the above again and you will know why that did not occur to me at the time. Back to the pool part. Both babies are natural swimmers. How do I know? I just know. They move in the water like fish, don't mind getting faces wet or going under. Kennedy can already do a flutter kick from the hip with a nice "pretty leg" and pointed toe. Her mother showed her how to begin her freestyle stroke and even showed her the stroke recovery phase. Let's face it, with a mother who grew up on a pool deck, was swimming at one, jumping off the board at two, a competitive swimmer, lifeguard and swimming teacher, a grandmother who would rather swim than eat, who can't remember not being able to swim and also teaches swimming, the babies don't stand a chance of not loving water.They had a blast. Little Whit kicked his arms and legs and splashed and splashed. Katie discovered two babies need four arms in the water. She only has two.Both babies worked with the kick board too. They are precious little fish. Kennedy jumped right off the side. popped under and back up with a smile on her face. Water babies, they are indeed. Watching my daughter all weekend, I realized that she is amazing. I don't know how she does what she does, but she does it with grace, elegance and a smile on her face. I get tired just watching her meet the demands of two little ones. We had a lovely weekend. Does anyone know where I can buy a size nine months and a size two toddler speedo?

I Love My Job!

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Sea BreezesI love my job. Some days I could strangle my knucklehead kids, but most days I can say that I love my job. Here are some reasons I love my job.
1.I can use my education.
2.No day is the same.
3.I only work 190 days a year.
4.I get paid all year.
5.I don't sit at a desk.
6.I have great insurance.

7.I work with amazing people.
8.I get to make a difference in the lives of kids.
9.I get paid to talk.
10.I can be creative.
11.I work with state of the art technology.
12.My work is fun.
13.I get a lot of vacation.
So, what is not to like? This week has been busy. The above picture shows a student and me making pod casts in our classroom. We are so excited to be trying out this new technology. The kids loved it and did a great job. The other picture was taken the other night when I spoke at the Board of Education meeting. Teaching is a busy job. When I get tired of my job, Katie reminds me of why it is such a good job. Thanks Katie. To you, I dedicate this post. I hope you love your job. Let me hear from you all.