Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Coolest Kids in Town

Today is World Teacher's Day, so I thought it might be fitting to post about the 'Teaching'' part of my life. 

I call my students my kids.  They are not actually my kids, of course.  If that is too confusing for you, don't worry about reading on.  Also, I am not referring to any particular schools, students or class groups-  just in general.  Are we all cool with that? Good. Let's do this!

I'd like to share one of my 'passions' with you.  It's my job.  Yep, I'm one of the lucky ones who really does love my job, and let me tell you why. 

 I get to teach the coolest kids in town.  

My kids are inspirational.  They are completely hilarious.  They are quirky.  They are affectionate, in their own little ways.  They bring out the best in me.  They are challenging - but they are all the more awesome because of it.  

My kids face and overcome challenges every single day.  And I don't mean tying shoe-laces and memorising multiplication tables.  I'm talking about challenges like knowing exactly what you want to say, and not being able to say it.  Like looking people in the eye and saying 'hello' when you'd probably rather shoot yourself in the foot.  Like sitting still at a table and completing a puzzle when you'd rather be spinning on a merry-go-round at a million miles an hour, with no clothes on and squealing so loudly they can hear you in the next suburb.  Like taking a bite of cheese when you have had so many tubes and medical equipment come towards your face that you are too terrified to eat.  Like enduring hours of physical therapy to learn to make your legs walk while the other kids are out jumping on the trampoline.  Like wondering why all those silly people don't understand that saying "Thomas the Tank Engine has run out of coal" over and over actually translates to, "Oh for goodness sake, I'm starving hungry, is it lunch time yet?"  And that's just scraping the surface.  But they do it, day after day.  And I love them for it, I really do.

It is so rewarding to get to be able to help my kids along the way.  I feel like it is a privilege to be trusted to teach, care for and have responsibility for these amazing children.  Because my students are all so very diverse and have such different needs, I get to plan my sessions around their individual needs, strengths and interests.  I really enjoy having to 'think outside of the square'.  There is no such thing as 'normal' in my classroom.  And you never can predict what sort of day it's going to be.  Expect the Unexpected has become my un-official motto.  That's probably why my job is still so attractive to me.  I'm never bored. It's never mundane.  I'm constantly kept on my toes.  Don't get me wrong, some days are incredibly difficult; exhausting, frustrating even.  But then I think about the kids and how much of their lives are difficult, exhausting and frustrating.  And I really can't complain.  Well they don't, so why should I?

I love that my kids don't fuss about silly things.  I don't have to listen to annoying whining about slightly grazed knees and so-and-so who didn't want to hold what-his-name's hand.  My kids- they get on with it.  They are determined.  They tell it like it is.  They don't care if their friend is in a wheelchair, or talks a little funny, or has to sit in the exact same spot, on the exact same chair, with the lunchbox and drink bottle lined up in the exact same way every single time they eat lunch.  Yes, sometimes they dont like to share their train engines, or disagree on whether a toy dinosaur is a Bactrosaurus or a Gilmoreosaurus.  But they don't judge.  We can learn a lot from these guys. 

I have so many funny stories to tell.  Oh my goodness. I could write a book about all the hilarious phrases kids have come out with, the strange situations I have found myself in, and all the things I never imagined I would see, hear and do as a teacher.  
Here's one for you.  Little Boy was misbehaving.  Teacher Aide asked Little Boy to sit down and complete a task.  Little Boy (an angelic-looking, tiny, sprout of a 4 year-old) looks Teacher Aide (a big, broad, crew-cut, tattooed, grown-man) dead in the eye and says, 'Not today...Princess.' 
Tell me how anyone is supposed to keep from smiling.  

The families of these cool kids are also incredibly inspirational.  I will always remember the words of an amazing mother who came in late one day announcing the arrival of 'Winnie the Pooh'.  Her child had woken up early that morning and decided to spread the contents of her nappy and a jar of honey all over the kitchen.  When I asked the mum how she could walk in smiling after such a morning, she said to me, 'Well Caitlin, you either bend or you break.  I've just had to learn to become very flexible.' I will never forget that.  

There are days when things like paper-work, class-sizes, lack of funding etc get me down,  but it doesn't take much to remember that I'm in it for the kids, and that I'm so blessed to have found my passion, to have a job, and to have job in the exact area that I wanted.  

Gosh, I could go on and on.  But I won't, I'd be here all day.  Now you know a little about why I am passionate about teaching, and hanging out with the coolest kids in town.  

Try not to be too jealous.  

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Pikelet Day

I woke up this morning with a nasty case of Tonsillitis.  After a two-hour wait at the medical centre, the purchase of some antibiotics and some pretty awesome pain medication, I was feeling a little sorry for myself.  So, once the pretty awesome pain medication kicked in, I decided to make some pikelets with BoyWonder to:
a) lift my mood
b) keep the child entertained, and
c) share with TechnoHusband who was busy working on fixing the driveway.
While we were 'cooking' I had a few thoughts cross my mind.  Thoughts like...
- how good pikelets taste in proportion to how easy they are to make
- how it's just another reminder that some of the most simple things in life are also the best
- how much fun it is cooking with my little boy
- how I didn't even mind when he stirred the batter and it went everywhere
- how cute it was when he said 'ooo wow!' every time I spooned batter into the pan
- the way he imitated the sizzling sound as the pikelets hit the pan and bubbled away
- how heavy his 11kgs felt sitting on my hip the whole time and how I can't wait until he can stand on a chair to help in the kitchen
- how I can clearly remember making pikelets with my mum when I was little.  I can remember standing on the chair, helping her mix the batter, greasing the big square electric frypan, listening to mum say 'now be careful not to burn yourself' over and over, burning myself, watching intently as the tiny bubbles took form and grew bigger and more plentiful, how they popped and I would wonder if 'now' was the perfect time to flip, flipping and admiring the glorious golden-brown toasted goodness, and smothering one in jam and cream before it was cool enough, because some things are just too good to wait for. 

I think BoyWonder has inherited a genetic love obsession for pikelets.  Seriously,  just seeing one is enough to send his little heart racing, tiny beads of sweat to his nose, and a mouth opened so wide it could house a small family of mice.  If there were an Infant Pikelet Eating Contest, he would reign as Pikelet Master.  In fact, I would confidently challenge anyone's infant  (on his behalf) to a dual.  I think he can actually swallow them whole.  I gave him one fresh off the 'stack' and by time I reached back to get one for me, he had an empty mouth and hand outstretched ready for the next one.  It truly is a sight to be seen!  He also knows how to count now apparently.  If there are more pikelets on my plate than on his, he lets me know about it.

After sharing a plate full with TechnoHusband, it was time for some 'macho' input to the day, so the boys went out to dig and fill and cut stuff on the driveway.  I love watching our little boy spend time doing just what his Daddy does.  It warms my heart and gives me a buzz all over!  Hang on...or is it the pretty awesome pain medication? Nah! 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

A Day at Dayboro


We often drive through or past the quaint little town of Dayboro but rarely stop by,  so today we decided to have a little Saturday morning outing.  The weather was lovely and much too nice to stay indoors.  

A wander around town (which is two main streets really) revealed quite a few nice little hang-outs including a deli, a combined cafe and vintage store, a small restaurant, and some more I am tempted to go back and explore further.  
After a little look here....


...we headed to the bakery for TechnoHusband's obligatory pie and jam donut.


He has been coming here since he was a kid, and swears they are the BEST pies and jam donuts around.  Unfortunately I can neither confirm nor deny that statement as my coeliac disease prevents me from doing so.  However, it did not prevent me from tucking in to a delicious gluten-free apple and cinnamon muffin with my coffee at a very cool cafe/bookstore.  Food, coffee, books.  What more could a girl want? 

I'll tell you what more a girl could want.  Across the road from the the bakery is a MUST SEE.  It would have to be the highlight of my week.  It is the Arts and Crafts store at Hay Cottage.  It is SO cool! This cute cottage is loaded with handmade goodies by locals.  You name it, the cottage has it.  The most adorable knitted, crocheted, hand sewn and embroidered baby and kiddy toys, clothes and accessories.  Jams, pickles, preserves.  Jewellery, tea-towels, sweet frilly flowery aprons.  Paintings,decoupage, wood-carvings, carpentry.  And so much more! I couldn't help myself I just had to get these....
This gorgeous little girl's backpack and matching pouch.
This necklace - because I liked the glass beads and the colours
A bit different, I know.  It's a wheat bag, but I actually got this to use with some of the kiddies I teach who have trouble sitting still on a chair.  The weight of the wheat over their laps gives them some feedback and helps keep them 'grounded'.  This is the perfect shape and size, and the fact that it has a face is an added bonus!  I think I'll be phoning the cottage with orders from some keen parents too. The volunteer said the crafter can customise.  I'm thinking lions and tigers.
These are very little, very cute, teeny-tiny toddler aprons.  Don't you love the patterns?  Nieces and nephew- they are headed your way.  And YES - they DO have these in adult size, and just as cute!!
There are no words. Other than that I bought this for a friend's baby, until little man saw it.  His eyes lit up. His chubby little fingers wrapped around it.  He look over to us with absolute joy written all over his face, and said his very first ever two-word sentence.  It went like this:
'Dadda, pup-pyyy!'
I cried.  And now I will need to go back to get another one. 
 
 
Unlike the puppy, this elephant was intended for my munchkin - and was also quickly adopted...   
...and both lovables have been happily re-homed where only the very best of toys get to live...
...in the fire truck, of course.
I couldn't help but feel like I was ripping the crafters off though as all the items were so inexpensive, considering the materials and time and effort that goes in to making them.  I can only hope they know how much joy their goodies bring to others.  In fact, I'm sure they already do.

For those history buffs, the cottage itself has a really interesting background.  It was built in 1872,  and Mr and Mrs Hay raised five children in this tiny timber place.  The cottage displays historical photos and artefacts beautifully preserved from the original owners and homesite.   I love that the old wood-stove still has pride of place.  After all, the heart of a home is the kitchen, and a historical cottage that still has a heart is a very special place indeed.

Hay Cottage is run by volunteers, and as the elderly gentlemen advised me on entry, does not have a 'Bored Husbands Corner'.  But there is a playground around the back where husband can take the kids while you swoon over itty bitty booties, patchwork quilts and hand-carved salt and pepper shakers.  

I really do recommend a visit.  It is the sweetest place ever. 

After a play in the aforementioned playground, BoyWonder was thoroughly worn out, TechnoHusband quietly satisfied with his pie and donut, and I glowing with a brown paper bag full of goodies.
And that was our day at Dayboro.
Oh.  And as I'm still new to this blogging thing I need some training in the ins and outs of legal whatevers, but basically; none of the people or places in this post asked me to mention them or say anything about them, and all the opinions expressed about these adorable places are solely mine, but be could be yours too if you ever get to visit them . How did I do? 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Holiday Wind Up


Monday

A day spent re-connecting with old friends.  I love those relationships where you can 'pick up where we left off'.  There is something so special about that.  Nothing more needs to be said.

Tuesday
Today's special activity was a family trip to the Toy World.  This was actually to buy TechnoHusband's birthday present- a very sophisticated radio controlled helicopter.  It would seem one needs a double degree in physics and engineering to fly such a thing.  So while he happily chatted 'specs' and batteries with the expert, BoyWonder and I explored the world of Mr Toys.  I think that BoyWonder and I were equally overwhelmed; he by the sight of more toys than he ever imagined could exist, and I by the aisles that were packed so high and so narrowly that I feared a toy avalanche could descend at any time.  
We survived, and now I  know why my parents never took us into those places.  BoyWonder did volunteer a new word as we weaved through the most un-pram-friendly place I've ever been (ironic anyone?) which was, 'WOW'.  Yep, pretty much summed it up for me too!


Wednesday
Today we enjoyed a trip to Brisbane to celebrate a family member's birthday.  We had a great time all together at Sizzler, and once again just really enjoyed just spending time with loved ones.  And who doesn't love an 'all you can eat'? BoyWonder was in his element and ate all the peas and peaches he could.  

Thursday
Ahhh...we have arrived at Woodgate.  You know when you're in pain and they talk about going to your happy place?  Woodgate is my happy place.  Even the long drive to Woodgate is a happy place.  It's the childish excitement and anticipation of arriving at a place which is so comforting, so peaceful and holds a life-time full of memories.  
I love:
- the cane-fields along the way 
- the old weather-board farm houses, stained rust red from the rich red soil
- the honesty box sheds selling home grown fruit and veges
- the way the trees change from in-land bush to sand-living coastal trees.  
- straining to be the first one to see the ocean as we reach the coast line
- seeing the kangaroos just lazing around people's front yards
- breathing in the fresh ocean breeze
- watching kids play; outside, all day, with bunches of other kids that they either just met, or only see once a year on their family holiday.  
- digging for pipis at low tide
- walking, swimming, fishing, bike-riding
- buying lollies from the little store, just like when I was a kid (only now they are called 'Fads' and no longer cost 20c a box- you know what I'm talking about!) 
- catching up with grandparents, uncles and aunties and cousins.  

This trip we are trying out a cabin in the caravan park,  and it's fantastic! But I mean, oh, you know, its not really that good...just don't all come at once, we like it how it is . 





Friday & Saturday
Another two days in paradise, as above! But add 'Pop Rocks' to the lolly bullet point.  Tongue-crackling goodness. 

Sunday
Ok, jumping the gun (I'm a day early) but I already know it's going to be a great (and busy!) day.  My friend's beautiful bubba boy is being dedicated in the morning, and I'm helping out on piano and vocals with our church's first evening service, 'Sunday Night Live'.  I'm a little bit nervous.  And a lot excited.  

So this brings me to the end of my school holiday challenge.  I'm so glad I did this.  The holidays did not 'fly by', and I feel like even though I would have done these meaningful activities anyway, it makes a huge difference to actually recognise and appreciate them as being meaningful.

How did your week shape up?  Did you take time to enjoy the 'little moments'?