Yesterday I left Utah to spend my Christmas break in Georgia. I had a day full of meeting new friends. First I met Bessie and her husband, Ernest. I met them while sitting at our gate. They were in their 60s. They are both from Georgia, met in Utah and that's where they live now. Ernest served in Vietnam and Bessie works in the medical field. She is a stylish old lady and he is a jolly old man. He talks to everyone, loves children, and has a hearty laugh. I sat and talked to Bessie for a good 30-45 minutes. We talked about all kinds of things. My favorite thing that she told me is not to tell men how great they are because it will go straight to their head. She was telling me how lucky she was to meet her husband. While we were talking, another couple in their 60s came and sat down next to Ernest. He started talking to them. Ernest and the other man were hilarious! They just fed off each other. Ernest mentioned how Bessie had him do something and the other man said he had one for himself and she was redhead and spent his money too. Then later they talked about visiting the gift store and how there was a $300 pair of jeans. The old man said that they were worn out and had holes in them. It made me laugh because it was such an old person comment.
On the plane, I made another friend. His name is Rodarious and he is 12 years old. In the first 30 minutes of the plane ride, he told me his life story and he didn't stop talking to me the whole plane ride. Even if I put my head phones in to get a break, he would tap me on the shoulder and ask another question. He has been in and out of foster homes and living with relatives his whole life because both his parents have been in and out of jail. He was in Utah visiting his grandmother. When he arrives in Florida, he will go back to a "program." Then he gets to live with his mom starting in January for a couple months, but he doesn't want to because he is scared his anger problems will come back. Today he gets to go visit his dad in jail. He mentioned to me that he just wants to find someone to adopt him. At some point in our first conversation, I mentioned that we used to have foster kids live with us when I was younger. A couple hours into the plane ride, he asked me if my parents still took in foster kids. That made me begin to think how lucky I was. Here is this 12 year old boy that just wants a stable family. He would rather go live with my family than his own parents. It made me wonder how many other children there are out there in situations like these. They just want someone constant in their life to love them. I am lucky to have a mom and dad that have supported me in everything I have done and love me no matter what. Rodarious also asked me if I was going to adopt any kids. That is something I will have to think more about in the future, but it has opened my eyes more to the option.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
911 Call
I promised a post about my drive home from the airport, so here it is. After dropping Travis off at the airport last Sunday, I drove back around and sat in the park and wait to see if his flight would be delayed and he could jump on the later flight. After waiting 30 minutes or so, he called and said that they would be leaving on time and I should just head home. I thought this was crazy because there was already a lot of snow on the ground and it was still snowing.
Anyways, I left the airport not looking forward to my long journey ahead in the snow. Because the roads were snowy/icy, I had to drive slow and I was on high alert. (I do have to say, my car is amazing in the snow. I love it!) I had a lot of experience in Canada driving in the snow, so the part that scares me the most is not my own abilities, but the cars around me. I saw some idiot drivers going to fast or just doing stupid things.
At one point, I was driving alongside another car and up ahead of us there was another car. All of the sudden, the car in front of us started spinning. He was in the far left lane and he spun across all 4 lanes of traffic and hit the barrier on the left side. The car beside me swerved around him and kept going. I had to slow down so I wouldn't hit him, but I didn't want to stop too fast or I would lose control too. I pulled over to where his car had come to a stop. Then a million thoughts started going through my head. I looked at him and he looked dead. He was just bent over not moving. I decided that the best thing to do was to go ahead and call 911 so they could head over right away.
I sat in my car and called 911. "911 What is the location of your emergency?" "uhhh...I think I am on 215" "What happened?" "I just saw a man get in an accident." "Does he need medical attention?" "uhh...can I get out of my car and go see?" At this point the lady probably thinks I am crazy. I don't really know where exactly I am and I ask her if I can go talk to the man. I go up to him and I open his door. I tell him that I called 911 and ask if he needs medical attention. He said he hurt his arm but he is ok. I tell the lady his response and she says "ok, let me transfer you over to police dispatch."
"Police dispatch, what is the location of your emergency." We already went through this. I don't really know. I just follow the signs from the airport. I say, "I think I am on 215." She asks which exit. I ask the man if he knows where we are and he looks around and sees a Pepboys sign and says we are by Pepboys. Great. Then I remember that I just passed California avenue. "Are you going north or south?" "I don't know. I am coming from the airport and headed towards Provo." The lady probably thinks I am crazy. I just can't really think at this point in time. Hopefully I never see an accident that is serious or we are in big trouble. "Is the accident on the left or right side of the road?" "Right" (that was easy) "What kind of car is it?" I ask the man what kind of car he drives and he couldn't really think either. Finally he gets out that it is a Sebring. "A Chrysler Sebring" "What color is it?" "Silver" Are the questions ever going to end? She went on and on...you get the idea.
Finally she said. "The Police is on their way. Now, you need to go get in your car and turn your hazard lights on or leave if it is safe to do so without causing another accident." First of all, my hazards were on. Second, she wants me to leave this poor man here all by himself?!? I tell him the police are on the way and he can just wait. He replies that he is not going to wait because he will freeze to death before they get there. He told me that he wanted to try to drive away. Here I am, little 24 year old Amber, telling big 50 year old man what to do. I said, I don't really think that is a good idea. I think you should wait until the police arrive. I remind him that his bumper is no longer attached to his car and that he has no trunk because it has been crushed. He was like, "no, no, I think I can go." (he was a little crazy) So me, not wanting to get hit and realizing that my car was blocking his view to oncoming cars said, "Well, let me move my car so you can see." Not knowing what else to do and remembering that the police said I can leave, I start to drive away. I drive slowly so I can watch in my rear view mirror what happens.
I see him start to drive, but he doesn't make it far. Not wanting to cause an accident myself, I continued on. I don't know what happened to that man. Hopefully the police found him and didn't think I was just some crazy person calling in a fake accident because they got all my information too. I never heard from them so I assume they found him. It was an exciting morning if nothing else.
Anyways, I left the airport not looking forward to my long journey ahead in the snow. Because the roads were snowy/icy, I had to drive slow and I was on high alert. (I do have to say, my car is amazing in the snow. I love it!) I had a lot of experience in Canada driving in the snow, so the part that scares me the most is not my own abilities, but the cars around me. I saw some idiot drivers going to fast or just doing stupid things.
At one point, I was driving alongside another car and up ahead of us there was another car. All of the sudden, the car in front of us started spinning. He was in the far left lane and he spun across all 4 lanes of traffic and hit the barrier on the left side. The car beside me swerved around him and kept going. I had to slow down so I wouldn't hit him, but I didn't want to stop too fast or I would lose control too. I pulled over to where his car had come to a stop. Then a million thoughts started going through my head. I looked at him and he looked dead. He was just bent over not moving. I decided that the best thing to do was to go ahead and call 911 so they could head over right away.
I sat in my car and called 911. "911 What is the location of your emergency?" "uhhh...I think I am on 215" "What happened?" "I just saw a man get in an accident." "Does he need medical attention?" "uhh...can I get out of my car and go see?" At this point the lady probably thinks I am crazy. I don't really know where exactly I am and I ask her if I can go talk to the man. I go up to him and I open his door. I tell him that I called 911 and ask if he needs medical attention. He said he hurt his arm but he is ok. I tell the lady his response and she says "ok, let me transfer you over to police dispatch."
"Police dispatch, what is the location of your emergency." We already went through this. I don't really know. I just follow the signs from the airport. I say, "I think I am on 215." She asks which exit. I ask the man if he knows where we are and he looks around and sees a Pepboys sign and says we are by Pepboys. Great. Then I remember that I just passed California avenue. "Are you going north or south?" "I don't know. I am coming from the airport and headed towards Provo." The lady probably thinks I am crazy. I just can't really think at this point in time. Hopefully I never see an accident that is serious or we are in big trouble. "Is the accident on the left or right side of the road?" "Right" (that was easy) "What kind of car is it?" I ask the man what kind of car he drives and he couldn't really think either. Finally he gets out that it is a Sebring. "A Chrysler Sebring" "What color is it?" "Silver" Are the questions ever going to end? She went on and on...you get the idea.
Finally she said. "The Police is on their way. Now, you need to go get in your car and turn your hazard lights on or leave if it is safe to do so without causing another accident." First of all, my hazards were on. Second, she wants me to leave this poor man here all by himself?!? I tell him the police are on the way and he can just wait. He replies that he is not going to wait because he will freeze to death before they get there. He told me that he wanted to try to drive away. Here I am, little 24 year old Amber, telling big 50 year old man what to do. I said, I don't really think that is a good idea. I think you should wait until the police arrive. I remind him that his bumper is no longer attached to his car and that he has no trunk because it has been crushed. He was like, "no, no, I think I can go." (he was a little crazy) So me, not wanting to get hit and realizing that my car was blocking his view to oncoming cars said, "Well, let me move my car so you can see." Not knowing what else to do and remembering that the police said I can leave, I start to drive away. I drive slowly so I can watch in my rear view mirror what happens.
I see him start to drive, but he doesn't make it far. Not wanting to cause an accident myself, I continued on. I don't know what happened to that man. Hopefully the police found him and didn't think I was just some crazy person calling in a fake accident because they got all my information too. I never heard from them so I assume they found him. It was an exciting morning if nothing else.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
911 Call
I promised a post about my drive home from the airport, so here it is. After dropping Travis off at the airport last Sunday, I drove back around and sat in the park and wait to see if his flight would be delayed and he could jump on the later flight. After waiting 30 minutes or so, he called and said that they would be leaving on time and I should just head home. I thought this was crazy because there was already a lot of snow on the ground and it was still snowing.
Anyways, I left the airport not looking forward to my long journey ahead in the snow. Because the roads were snowy/icy, I had to drive slow and I was on high alert. (I do have to say, my car is amazing in the snow. I love it!) I had a lot of experience in Canada driving in the snow, so the part that scares me the most is not my own abilities, but the cars around me. I saw some idiot drivers going to fast or just doing stupid things.
At one point, I was driving alongside another car and up ahead of us there was another car. All of the sudden, the car in front of us started spinning. He was in the far left lane and he spun across all 4 lanes of traffic and hit the barrier on the left side. The car beside me swerved around him and kept going. I had to slow down so I wouldn't hit him, but I didn't want to stop too fast or I would lose control too. I pulled over to where his car had come to a stop. Then a million thoughts started going through my head. I looked at him and he looked dead. He was just bent over not moving. I decided that the best thing to do was to go ahead and call 911 so they could head over right away.
I sat in my car and called 911. "911 What is the location of your emergency?" "uhhh...I think I am on 215" "What happened?" "I just saw a man get in an accident." "Does he need medical attention?" "uhh...can I get out of my car and go see?" At this point the lady probably thinks I am crazy. I don't really know where exactly I am and I ask her if I can go talk to the man. I go up to him and I open his door. I tell him that I called 911 and ask if he needs medical attention. He said he hurt his arm but he is ok. I tell the lady his response and she says "ok, let me transfer you over to police dispatch."
"Police dispatch, what is the location of your emergency." We already went through this. I don't really know. I just follow the signs from the airport. I say, "I think I am on 215." She asks which exit. I say that I just passed California avenue. "Are you going north or south?" "I don't know. I am coming from the airport and headed towards Provo." The lady probably thinks I am crazy. I just can't really think at this point in time. Hopefully I never see an accident that is serious or we are in big trouble.
Anyways, I left the airport not looking forward to my long journey ahead in the snow. Because the roads were snowy/icy, I had to drive slow and I was on high alert. (I do have to say, my car is amazing in the snow. I love it!) I had a lot of experience in Canada driving in the snow, so the part that scares me the most is not my own abilities, but the cars around me. I saw some idiot drivers going to fast or just doing stupid things.
At one point, I was driving alongside another car and up ahead of us there was another car. All of the sudden, the car in front of us started spinning. He was in the far left lane and he spun across all 4 lanes of traffic and hit the barrier on the left side. The car beside me swerved around him and kept going. I had to slow down so I wouldn't hit him, but I didn't want to stop too fast or I would lose control too. I pulled over to where his car had come to a stop. Then a million thoughts started going through my head. I looked at him and he looked dead. He was just bent over not moving. I decided that the best thing to do was to go ahead and call 911 so they could head over right away.
I sat in my car and called 911. "911 What is the location of your emergency?" "uhhh...I think I am on 215" "What happened?" "I just saw a man get in an accident." "Does he need medical attention?" "uhh...can I get out of my car and go see?" At this point the lady probably thinks I am crazy. I don't really know where exactly I am and I ask her if I can go talk to the man. I go up to him and I open his door. I tell him that I called 911 and ask if he needs medical attention. He said he hurt his arm but he is ok. I tell the lady his response and she says "ok, let me transfer you over to police dispatch."
"Police dispatch, what is the location of your emergency." We already went through this. I don't really know. I just follow the signs from the airport. I say, "I think I am on 215." She asks which exit. I say that I just passed California avenue. "Are you going north or south?" "I don't know. I am coming from the airport and headed towards Provo." The lady probably thinks I am crazy. I just can't really think at this point in time. Hopefully I never see an accident that is serious or we are in big trouble.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thanksgiving Break
I think I appreciated this break more than normal. I don't know if I needed the break from teaching or I was excited for Travis to come visit, but boy was I ready for it.
My break started on Tuesday with a predicted blizzard. My principal sent us all home as soon as the kids left. I planned on staying to get some stuff done so I wouldn't have to over the rest of the break, but I left not wanting to get snowed in. Later in the evening, I regretted my decision of leaving as my roommate and I made fun of our "blizzard." It flurried a little...not even enough to stick to the ground. But let me tell you, the stores were crazy. It was like the world was coming to an end.
Wednesday was pretty relaxing. I slept in until 8. Cleaned my apartment. Watched Aspen. Planned a little for the following week. Then went over and helped Bradford prepare his turkey to be fried the next day. While I was over there, I got to see what his new house will look like and their lot. Then I don't really remember what I did the rest of the day. I just know it was the longest day of my life because I didn't have work to keep me busy and Travis wasn't getting here until late that night. Finally I went and picked him up at the airport. His flight was delayed so he didn't land until about 12:00. We stayed with his brother for a couple days in Farmington.
On Thursday I slept in again. After getting ready, we left to drive to Logan to have Thanksgiving dinner with his Dad's side of the family. They actually got some snow there and it was freezing. Dinner was good, but nothing compared to good ole Southern Thanksgiving dinners. I missed my fried turkey, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, mac and cheese and pecan pie. They did have cute little turkey favors that they made for everyone. After lunch, we went and saw Travis' dad's grave. It was pretty cool because he doesn't get to see it very often. That evening we went back to Devin and Kati's house. We watched Toy Story 3 and had dessert.
On Friday, we went shopping. This is the first time that I have ever gone shopping on Black Friday. It was crazy! We got up at our own leisure and didn't even get to the store until 11ish. Travis even took the time to play a game of ping pong with Devin. I couldn't believe how many people were there. I ended up buying a camera! I have been wanting one for a long time and I was given some money as a graduation gift to buy a camera, and I finally got around to doing it! I am really excited about it! It was a hard decision and it took me about an hour to decide even though I had done lots of research prior to going. Since I got a camera, of course we had to take some picture! By the time we finished shopping, ate dinner and charged my battery, it was too late to take pictures outside so we decided to go on a carriage ride to look at some lights at Thanksgiving Point instead. We got lucky because we missed the big group ride so we got our own little carriage. It was freezing, but I had a lot of fun. It was my first carriage ride ever!
First picture with my new camera. I like it a lot! (the camera and Travis)
I will have to save another post to tell you about my drive home from the airport in the snow/ice. It was pretty exciting, so you will have to be on the lookout for it.
My break started on Tuesday with a predicted blizzard. My principal sent us all home as soon as the kids left. I planned on staying to get some stuff done so I wouldn't have to over the rest of the break, but I left not wanting to get snowed in. Later in the evening, I regretted my decision of leaving as my roommate and I made fun of our "blizzard." It flurried a little...not even enough to stick to the ground. But let me tell you, the stores were crazy. It was like the world was coming to an end.
Wednesday was pretty relaxing. I slept in until 8. Cleaned my apartment. Watched Aspen. Planned a little for the following week. Then went over and helped Bradford prepare his turkey to be fried the next day. While I was over there, I got to see what his new house will look like and their lot. Then I don't really remember what I did the rest of the day. I just know it was the longest day of my life because I didn't have work to keep me busy and Travis wasn't getting here until late that night. Finally I went and picked him up at the airport. His flight was delayed so he didn't land until about 12:00. We stayed with his brother for a couple days in Farmington.
On Thursday I slept in again. After getting ready, we left to drive to Logan to have Thanksgiving dinner with his Dad's side of the family. They actually got some snow there and it was freezing. Dinner was good, but nothing compared to good ole Southern Thanksgiving dinners. I missed my fried turkey, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, mac and cheese and pecan pie. They did have cute little turkey favors that they made for everyone. After lunch, we went and saw Travis' dad's grave. It was pretty cool because he doesn't get to see it very often. That evening we went back to Devin and Kati's house. We watched Toy Story 3 and had dessert.
On Friday, we went shopping. This is the first time that I have ever gone shopping on Black Friday. It was crazy! We got up at our own leisure and didn't even get to the store until 11ish. Travis even took the time to play a game of ping pong with Devin. I couldn't believe how many people were there. I ended up buying a camera! I have been wanting one for a long time and I was given some money as a graduation gift to buy a camera, and I finally got around to doing it! I am really excited about it! It was a hard decision and it took me about an hour to decide even though I had done lots of research prior to going. Since I got a camera, of course we had to take some picture! By the time we finished shopping, ate dinner and charged my battery, it was too late to take pictures outside so we decided to go on a carriage ride to look at some lights at Thanksgiving Point instead. We got lucky because we missed the big group ride so we got our own little carriage. It was freezing, but I had a lot of fun. It was my first carriage ride ever!
First picture with my new camera. I like it a lot! (the camera and Travis) 
Me with our horse named Jody.
On Saturday, we finally got some pictures! Travis and I drove up the canyon to find a pretty spot. Unfortunately there was no snow, but we still got some fun pictures. Travis is a good sport to let me take pictures of him and to take some of me.
I voted this as the most artistic picture of the day.
I voted this as the most artistic picture of the day. After getting some pictures, we drove down to Jeff's house to watch the BYU vs. Utah football game. That's all I will say about the game. A bunch of Travis' friends came over to see him. After, a bunch of us went to the mall and the out to eat. (I feel like all we did was eat while he was here) It was exactly a year ago that Travis, Jeff, Caleb and I went to eat at Applebee's. It was a memorable night. We have decided to make it a tradition to go out to eat every year on that day. Then Travis and I left to go watch Tangled. He thinks that Rapunzel looks like me. It was pretty cute.
Travis, Caleb and Jeff after the BYU game
It started snowing Saturday night and I was praying for a real blizzard so Travis' flight would be delayed, but sadly it didn't. I took him to the airport at 5am. It was a sad parting, but it is only 3 more weeks until I see him again.I will have to save another post to tell you about my drive home from the airport in the snow/ice. It was pretty exciting, so you will have to be on the lookout for it.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Teacher Help
Just because I haven't posted in a little while, I thought I would tell you about a funny/odd experience I had today. After school, a mom came up to talk to me. I was a bit nervous because I thought she was upset that I made her check her daughter in late instead of just letting her come into the classroom. This mom speaks little English, so in her broken Chinese accent she said, "teacher, I need your help. Tell (student) to sleep." I was so confused. I asked her if she meant go to bed at night. She said, "yes, I hope she listen you. She need sleep in bed." I asked a couple more questions and finally figured out that this student still sleeps in bed with her parents and not in her own bed...at 5 years old. The mom thinks that maybe her daughter will listen to me. I have had some weird requests before, but never one like this.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Trip to the Principal
So, lately my class has gotten a little out of hand. My afternoon class used to be the one that was so well behaved and now all of the sudden they are little hooligans! On Tuesday I had a substitute come in because I had a district meeting to go to for first year teachers. Well, apparently they went crazy. I have only seen one clip from "Kindergarten Cop" and it portrays what I imagine my class was like for the sub. I wish I could find it and put it on here. I will work on that. She said there were kids hitting each other, running around, yelling and fighting. I had a talk with them yesterday about how we are suppose to act at school and reset the expectations.
Well, today I had a little boy punch another kid in the face. I debated if I should send him to the principal's office, but I had to follow through with my consequences or no one would ever believe me in the future.
We began our long walk down to the office. I could tell this little boy was upset. He knew he was in trouble and he was choking back the tears. My heart was also beginning to beat. I hate seeing my kids upset. He was ok until we saw the principal and the tears began to flow. Then he just burst out saying he wanted his blankie. My heart just sank and then I started to cry. I felt so bad for the poor little guy. The principal took over and let me go back to class so I didn't have to suffer the torment of seeing my little baby upset. You just grow to love your kids so much that even though you know what they did was wrong, it still hurts you to see them upset.
What I can tell you is that I bet he learned his lesson and he will be better tomorrow!
Well, today I had a little boy punch another kid in the face. I debated if I should send him to the principal's office, but I had to follow through with my consequences or no one would ever believe me in the future.
We began our long walk down to the office. I could tell this little boy was upset. He knew he was in trouble and he was choking back the tears. My heart was also beginning to beat. I hate seeing my kids upset. He was ok until we saw the principal and the tears began to flow. Then he just burst out saying he wanted his blankie. My heart just sank and then I started to cry. I felt so bad for the poor little guy. The principal took over and let me go back to class so I didn't have to suffer the torment of seeing my little baby upset. You just grow to love your kids so much that even though you know what they did was wrong, it still hurts you to see them upset.
What I can tell you is that I bet he learned his lesson and he will be better tomorrow!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I Have a Baby...Kind Of
So, I moved into a new apartment back in August. It is a little 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom place in Pleasant Grove. I debated whether or not I wanted to have a roommate or not. After looking for a little bit, I couldn't find anyone to move in with me, so I gave up. Then after getting my first paycheck and realizing that teachers don't get paid as much as I wish, I decided it was time to start looking again. My friend Missy is moving in at the beginning of January so I posted online that I was looking for someone from September to December. Within the week, I had several interested people.
I made a verbal agreement with a girl named Alisha, she gave me money, I gave her a key, and I didn't see her for the rest of the month. In October, she came to pay rent again, she moved in a bed frame and a couple boxes, and I never saw her again. So, I have been living by myself and getting paid...a good deal if you ask me! For September rent, she paid it early and just left it on the counter. Then this past Monday, I got a text while I was at school letting me know that she was moving in and not to be scared when I get home and people are there.
Monday was crazy! I thought I had a lot of stuff! I think she has me beat! And...did I mention she has a baby? So guess what that means? I feel like I have a baby. I look in my apartment and I see my table, then I see a little kiddie table. In my living room I see my stuff, then I see a box of toys. Monday night was the worst. I woke up 4 times to a crying baby. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Come to find out, it was because she was getting sick.
Well, it is now Sunday and my thoughts have already changed. Although she does cry when she has to go down for a nap, and sometimes there is a toy in the hallway, I love having her around. Today Alisha helped me cut out lamination and Aspen just played and loved being with the big girls. Then when she had to leave the room to go eat, she started to leave then came back to give me a hug first. It was adorable. Or she loves to just help me do the laundry or wipe off the table. Even though I am around kids all day, it is fun to come home to a kid you can pick up and hug. (plus, I don't have to do the dirty work like change her diapers!)
So, I guess what I am saying is, having a baby isn't so bad, but then again she isn't really mine.
I made a verbal agreement with a girl named Alisha, she gave me money, I gave her a key, and I didn't see her for the rest of the month. In October, she came to pay rent again, she moved in a bed frame and a couple boxes, and I never saw her again. So, I have been living by myself and getting paid...a good deal if you ask me! For September rent, she paid it early and just left it on the counter. Then this past Monday, I got a text while I was at school letting me know that she was moving in and not to be scared when I get home and people are there.
Monday was crazy! I thought I had a lot of stuff! I think she has me beat! And...did I mention she has a baby? So guess what that means? I feel like I have a baby. I look in my apartment and I see my table, then I see a little kiddie table. In my living room I see my stuff, then I see a box of toys. Monday night was the worst. I woke up 4 times to a crying baby. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Come to find out, it was because she was getting sick.
Well, it is now Sunday and my thoughts have already changed. Although she does cry when she has to go down for a nap, and sometimes there is a toy in the hallway, I love having her around. Today Alisha helped me cut out lamination and Aspen just played and loved being with the big girls. Then when she had to leave the room to go eat, she started to leave then came back to give me a hug first. It was adorable. Or she loves to just help me do the laundry or wipe off the table. Even though I am around kids all day, it is fun to come home to a kid you can pick up and hug. (plus, I don't have to do the dirty work like change her diapers!)
So, I guess what I am saying is, having a baby isn't so bad, but then again she isn't really mine.
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