No Flowers On The Bus

Flower Garden

I allowed the daycare kids to take Dahlias with them to school for their teachers.

They waited in line for the bus with bright eyes and pretty flowers.

When the bus driver pulled up she yelled out to me, “Are you going to come and sweep up all these petals off my bus at the end of my run??”

And I had to shake myself from the cute kids with flowers moment I was having to understand what she was talking about before responding with, “Oh! I mean yes of course!”

And she was all, “There’s always ONE that ends up all over my floor!”

And I was all, “Gosh I hadn’t thought of that I apologize!”

And she was all, “I’m terribly allergic!”

And I was all, “Oh my! Would you like me to take them back? I can just grab them real quick!”

And she was all, “No, we don’t have time for that. Luckily it’s a short run to the school!”

And I was all, “Well I really apologize! I won’t allow the children to do this again!”

She huffed away, and I can’t help but feel sorry for a woman who can’t manage to muster the slightest of good feelings when she sees a troop of happy 1st graders with flowers for their teachers.

Writer’s Workshop: Cupcakes All The Time

2.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: cupcakes

swinging2

I was listening to two little girls have an intense girl conversation about their future career choices. They wanted to have the exact same job so that they could do everything together, but did they want to be ranchers with horses or did they want to take pictures of nature? Maybe a zoo keeper? What about a dog rescuer?

After a pause and some consideration, one of the girls broke the silence with, “Do you ever wish your birthday was everyday so you could get cupcakes all the time?”

And the other girl was all, “YES!!” as if that had been on her mind the entire time too.

And that’s why I love kids. They boldly say what we’re all thinking even without a proper segue. Or any segue whatsoever.

Dog rescuers and then CUPCAKESOMGYES.

cupcakes all the time

Now it’s your turn!

Mama's Losin' It

Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back to add your name to the link list below. Be sure to sign up with the actual post URL and not just your basic blog URL (click on the title of your post for that URL). For good comment karma try to comment on the three blogs above your name!!

The Prompts:

1.) A pet peeve.
2.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: cupcakes
3.) How is summer vacation different for your kids than it was for you growing up.
4.) List of things you love about the state you live in.
5.) Write about a time you tried something new.



Writer’s Workshop: Rocks In Your Mouth

2.) A blog post inspired by the word: misunderstood.

The other daycare workers were a bit disgusted by Kate because she always had a handful of rocks she kept in her mouth. I was the head teacher of the school-agers and Kate was next door with the four year olds and she was an altogether strange little child. If I had to describe her I would say she looked a bit like a baby Flamingo. A tiny little blond pixie head perched atop long, thin limbs.

She never spoke to anyone and people sort of quit trying and she became one of those, “Oh that’s just Kate” isms. She bopped around and followed the flock, sometimes hid under tables to pick at linoleum, and really kept to her quiet little self.

I’m sure she would have preferred us to just leave her be, but when you see a child sticking gravel in her mouth you feel like you should probably tell her to stop. So Kate would stop, or pretend to stop but really just duck behind the climber to be alone with her gravel.

When Kate graduated to my classroom I was determined to bring her out of her shell. I coaxed that baby flamingo out from under the table and I spoiled her rotten. Imagine my pleasure when she actually spoke WORDS to me. I was thrilled with my new friend even though her rock sucking habits completely grossed me out.

One day, after I had completely won her over, I finally asked her, “Kate? Why are you always putting rocks in your mouth?”

She shrugged, “Because I’m cleaning them.”

And the heavens opened and the angels sang.

She’s CLEANING them!

Of course she’s cleaning them, rocks are filthy…and all this time poor Kate had been completely misunderstood. She didn’t have a dirty habit, she was a cleaner!

Imagine how overwhelming it might be to look at a playground filled with dirty gravel…her work was never done and not appreciated nearly enough.

Now it’s your turn!

Mama's Losin' It

Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back to add your name to the link list below. Be sure to sign up with the actual post URL and not just your basic blog URL (click on the title of your post for that URL). For good comment karma try to comment on the three blogs above your name!!

The Prompts:

1.) A recent text exchange that made you laugh.
2.) A blog post inspired by the word: misunderstood.
3.) Talk about a time one of your siblings made you angry.
4.) What you’re most looking forward to (or dreading) this Summer.
5.) A list of 10 things every parent needs to survive Summer.



About Forgiveness

I don’t think I’m the best person to be preaching about forgiveness to anyone, but one of my little guys in daycare had a few words to share about it when he personally witnessed another child hesitating to accept an apology.

I swear I spend more time giggling in the kitchen listening to them play and preach to one another then anything else.

So She’s A Fairy!

A little girl in the daycare announced that her aunt had passed away.

But that it was okay.

Because the aunt was now living  with Jesus in “Kevin”.

Kainoa did not skip a beat with his response,

“So she’s in heaven? So she’s a fairy! She watches over us!”

I don’t know about you, but I’d say there’s some solid education between the two of them.

Internet Will Tell You

At lunch time, the kids I take care of often ask me to sing a song. It’s perfect actually, I’ve been training my whole life for my kitchen performances. They are thrilled to have me belting out songs in all my theatrical glory while they stuff quesadillas and apple slices into their faces. And I do everything I can to captivate them.

The problem is, I’m a little rusty on my tunes. I tend to navigate toward The Little Mermaid and Alanis Morissette and lately they’ve been requesting Rapunzel and Frozen.

Since I’ve only seen those movies once I just don’t have them memorized.

One of the daycare kids chimed in, “you gotta get da internet Miss Kaffy!”

And I was all, “What IS the internet even??”

And he was all, “Internet is when you don’t know what song you wanna sing and you just go on internet and it will tell you.”

He’s right. The Internet will tell you.

I’ve got to hand it to him…I certainly did not know what the internet was when I was four.

But maybe I can just bring The Lion King into the picture instead…I only know two lines from Frozen and I don’t think belting, “let it go…LET IT GO!” over and over again will really showcase my talent the way I’d like. Hakuna Matata on the otherhand, what a wonderful phrase!

Boy And Her

I have two 3 year olds in my daycare.

One is Jason.

The other is Jacey.

For the life of them they can’t remember each others names.

Jacey calls Jason “Boy”.

Jason calls Jacey “Her”.

When Jason uses the bathroom, Jacey walks around yelling, “Boy??? BOY??? Where are you boy??”

And when Jason returns he’ll say, “Can Her go outside wit me?”

Boy and Her never correct one another or insist on being called by their actual names.

When I call either of them by their birth name…

They both respond.

It has occurred to me that I am caring for a 90 year old married couple.

And it’s exactly what I love about my job.

boy and her