Tyler turns 2 and Emmalee turns 5!

I can't believe that I have a 2 and a 5 year old.  Even though Tyler turned 2 last month, they shared a birthday party so they'll be sharing a blog post too!

I can't even deal with the fact that my baby is two and as our last baby, it's hitting me that much more than when Emmalee turned two.
Tyler weighed in at 26 lbs and 34 inches, so he's not a little guy anymore by any stretch of the imagination! He is wearing 2T pants and shirts for the length, but his waist is more of an 18 month, so pants are always a bit baggy, but shorts in an 18M fit great! We just had to buy him new sneakers in a 7.5 because the 7s we bought last month are already too small!
He eats everything.  Tyler loves food, and all of it.  There aren't many things he won't eat.  He may cross his arms and shake his head no at certain times, but he always ends up eating again at another time. His favorite foods are freeze pops, popcorn, chicken nuggets, burgers, french fries, produce, like cucumbers, tomatoes, and carrots, and fruits like blueberries, strawberries, and pears.  As soon as I buy produce, it's gone in 24 hours, not that I'm complaining!
He sleeps in his own big boy bed but is such a mama's boy, always wanting to snuggle, giving me 8 kisses on my face, in symmetrical places, before we snuggle next to each other.  He falls asleep around 8 pm and sleeps straight through the night until about 6 or 6:30 am. When he wakes up, he walks into my room calling 'mama' and climbs into my bed next to me.  He is still taking a good 1 or 2 hour nap each afternoon as well!
His favorite things are tubbies, books, stealing my cell phone, anything Star Wars, including singing "BAHHHH BAHHHH" whenever he sees Darth Vader anything.  He loves balls, trucks, cars, puzzles, and bubbles.  He's already discovered his penis and that's a favorite as well.
We're still working on Tyler's speech through Early Intervention as his vocabulary is still extraordinarily limited.  He says 'pop' for popcorn, popsicles, bubbles, and when he jumps.  'Mama' is my favorite word, especially when he fluctuates his voice and I feel like the best person in the whole world.  He says 'hot' when he sees something steaming or when he knows it's hot, like a stove/oven or his dinner. He says "eeeeeeease" for please, and has said 'ball' and 'mine' once but not again since.  His newest word is "giggup" which sounds a lot like giddy up! He'll yell it as he rides the stick pony, or he will even throw his arms around your neck and yell it so I am convinced that's what it means.
It hurts my heart that he can't always tell us what he wants but he absolutely understands us and is working so hard on his language skills. I can't wait for us to be able to understand him completely.

Emmalee is a bit different. She's 5 now. She's like a little adult, even more than she was before. She is such a happy little ball of energy.  She invites friends to our house.  She picks out her own clothes and dresses herself.  She amazes me everyday with how mature she is, even if she dissolves into a overtired tantrum later in the day.

She's a measly 36 pounds and a staggering 42 inches tall. She thrives in preschool. She knows all the numbers and letters.  She writes and recognizes letters on signs. She still struggles with some of her letter sounds but is much more aware now after being involved with Tyler's Early Intervention.  We're lucky that she is still taking a daily nap, but is a raging beast without it.  She's an overly mothering big sister. Because she is such a grown up little girl now, I wanted to ask her some questions:

What's your name?
Emmalee

How old are you?
Five

What's your favorite thing to do?
Umm, play dollies and dress up with you

What do you like about school?
I like drawing pictures with my teacher.

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Um, an ice skating teacher

What is your favorite food?
macaroni and cheese

What food do you not like?
I do not like... white fish.

Who do you like to spend time with?
Mommy and Daddy

What can you do really well?
somersaults (as she does one)

What makes you laugh?
when Mom tickles my little shoulders (arm pits)

What makes you mad?
When Tyler bites me.

Whats the best time of the day?
when we get to play outside together

What are your three favorite toys?
1. My new Minnie Mouse bike I got for Christmas
2. My barbie and unicorn dolls
3. And my last favorite toy is my Doc McStuffins pretending bag.

What are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of monsters

What is your favorite tv show?
Bubble Guppies and Strawberry Shortcake, Dora and Diego, and My Little Ponies

What is your favorite movie?
Rapunzel!

Who is your best friend?
Lily

What do you like to do with your family?
Play outside and make s'mores

What do you like to learn about?
I like to learn about unicorns.

What is your favorite book?
Um, Goldilocks and the Three Bears

If we could go on vacation anywhere, where should we go?
I think I know.. to Sesame Place!

If you had one wish what would it be?
I would wish for my own toy unicorn or to go to Disney again.

I just love her and her answers. I can't believe that this Fall, we'll have one in daycare and one in Kindergarten.  When did they get so big?

To the Graduating Seniors

I've been blogger for longer than I've been teaching and I've always kept them as two separate worlds. Other than the occasional time that I write "I teach" or "As a teacher", these are two very different worlds in my life. This year however, as I taught my seniors about digital literacy, I tied in blogging, and even talked a bit about how I monetize my blog, as well as some of the really fun opportunities it has afforded me.  As a vocational school, I am constantly pushing my students to think about both college and entrepreneurship. Why can't they run a car repair company while running a company blog and website? It opens up so many more avenues for them. It's also why I'm finding myself want to write about them, because there is this co-existence between my two worlds.

This weekend my seniors graduated.  Yes, my seniors. I'm claiming them. See, this class of students was special. In 2013, they made me a teacher. I started the year as a paraprofessional at the beginning of the 2012-2013 year, and in February 2013, I was offered a part time teaching position, teaching 2 classes of freshmen. It was only until the end of the school year, but they were my first real classes. We worked on expert projects and I learned that each student had more to offer to me than they would originally let on, but if I was respectful and honest with them, they would be respectful and honest to me. They made me a teacher.

The following year, I had a group of them as Honors sophomores. It was one of the best years ever.  I was pregnant with Tyler and at times could be emotional or easily annoyed and that group of kids just kept coming up with ways to make me happy.  Whenever I was out that year, trying to handle the super scary bleeding I was experiencing, I'd come back to 25 kids asking how I was, saying we could take it easy that day, asking if they could do anything to make my life easier. We read memoirs and then they wrote memoirs and in that classroom we shared stories of joy and loss, and we shared laughs and tears together.  Watching that group grow into one homogeneous unit further solidified that teaching was what I wanted to do. They taught me that being vulnerable can be the greatest connector in our world.

As Juniors,  I had 2 classes of them, almost 60 students, some I was seeing the the second time in their high school careers. I had a group of students who were vocal that school was not for them. A group that at times were cruel to each other. A group that made me cry some nights wondering why I couldn't help them more. But it was also the same group that cheered when they found out I was their teacher, the same group who drew me pictures a la 5 year olds to hang in my classroom next to my daughter's drawings, the same group who hugged me and said "I know I passed MCAS because of you". They taught me that sometimes those who are hardest to love, are the ones who need to be loved most.

As Seniors, I again had 2 groups but a new 2 groups from the year before.  I had students that I had had as freshmen or sophomores and again, that bond we had developed in the earlier years was still there.  We talked about the plight of man, anxiety, depression, and the point to our existence.  We read, and sometimes Sparknoted, books and answered the type of deep reading questions they would need to be able to answer to do well in college.  They shared their goals, and their fears, and by the end of the year, their life stories. Again, the vulnerability blew me away.  The respectful conversations about what our purpose of life might be, and sharing personal struggles with depression and anxiety, they gave me hope.  So many people write off their generation and yet, every day they showed me that while they often like to be lazy and on their cell phones, they can and will offer so much to our world.

I missed graduation.  My seniors' graduation. It killed me.  They are my kids, my forever kids. The thing about teaching is that once you've been in my classroom, you will forever be my kid. And graduation day has been that validation for me.  In the years past, it's been cards, hugs, even flowers, thanking me for getting them to graduation, thanking me for being an adult role model, thanking me just for understanding them.  And I missed it. I missed it for a great cause, but I still missed it so I need to share the words I want to share with them, because as I know, they're all "creeps" who search for me on Twitter and Instagram and will hopefully, now that they've graduated, find this.


To my Seniors,

I am sorry I missed your graduation, but as I've said before, graduation is only one day.  You have so much more ahead of you.  As you go on this journey to work or college, or wherever your feet may carry you, please remember the sage advice I've shared before:

There is more than one road to Boston. Sometimes you need to get there a different way than others have.  My road to teaching was very different than the road of your other English teachers, but in the end, I made it.  Whether it takes you 4 years or 7 years to accomplish your goal, make it. Whether you end up where you want to go by following one straight path, or if like me, you get blown off course a few times, keep going.  Get there.  Set that goal, get there, and don't let anyone make you feel bad for how you get there, unless of course you're cheating.

Plagiarism is bad. Don't use anyone else's stuff as your own.  Don't use their work as a replacement for your own, you are smarter and better than that. More than your work, don't become someone else. Don't use someone else's personality as your own. Be your own amazing, awe-inspiring person.

Keep going, it gets better. I've shared my own story with you before and if I had given up, I wouldn't have had the honor, and some days - frustration, of teaching you. As dark as it may be, it will get better.  The sun will shine again, even if it feels like you're stuck in a monsoon.  I am floored by your ability to keep going, whether battling your parents in court, surviving after the loss of your mother, living in a hotel or on a friend's couch, or walking into the same classroom as your personal bully. You amazed me very day at your ability to keep going. I promise, it will get better.  It may not be right away, and it may get worse first, but eventually, it gets better.

My days will be sad over the next few weeks without you.  Without the letters thanking me for our years together, without the laughter of the extraordinarily sarcastic group of men, without the Twitter beef updates, without the yelling of "Mrs. Giffffff" down the hallway, but my days will be better when I hear about your accomplishments and legacies.  I will always remember you, even when other classes try and replace you as my new Seniors. Like my own children, I am always here for you still, to celebrate your victories, to mourn your losses, and to edit one last paper.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.

Mrs. Gifford

Tomorrow: 18 Mile Overnight Walk

I am so freakin' nervous for tomorrow y'all. Months ago I signed up for an 18 mile overnight walk to benefit Out of the Darkness Walks, an organization dedicated to bringing awareness to depression and suicide and providing support to those who, as I always called it, were "getting to the bad spot".

See, I've battled depression myself. And let me tell you, it was a battle. My college years were some of the hardest of my life and one year in particular almost killed me, or rather, I tried to kill myself. I felt so alone and unhappy and couldn't shake the feeling that something must be wrong with me.  I dropped out of college.  Me! The high school teacher, dropped out of college. It took me a while to realize that was I was dealing with was depression and it was only through medical help that I got better. Other than the doctors, my mom saved me.  She welcomed me back with open arms and never pushed me to open up or share.  I felt safe again.  I went back to school.  I went back to work.  I met my friend Casey who taught me how to love myself again. I drank Shirley Temples instead of alcohol.  I went to the gym to feel better, not to punish myself. I enjoyed my life again.  I owe my life to those two women. I am lucky that I had a tribe, not everyone does.

Out of the Darkness Walks look to help people who are like I was. People who need help. People who need to hear that they are not alone.  People who need someone to go to even when they feel like a burden.  People who need to need to hear that their life is worth living.

After having Emmalee, I battled against Postpartum Depression (PPD). There were LOTS of factors in play and every day was harder than the last. One day I just broke down. I had to admit that the feelings I was having felt so much like what I had experienced years earlier and again, I went to the doctor.  I felt guilty for despising my husband and my child, and I knew that only a doctor could make me feel right again.

I'm at a point in my life where I am the happiest I have ever been.  I have a loving husband and two amazing children. I have a large family who loves me.  I have a job that makes me feel fulfilled.  I have a home I love and so many things that fill it. I literally can not imagine why I ever wanted to miss out on this.

I often share my stories with my Senior students.  As we talk about the big scary world and how sometimes things don't always go as we plan, I share my struggles.  I tell them that failures will happen, mistakes happen but it's in how we get back up that determines our success.

Kristen Bell has recently come out talking about her out fight with depression and says something along the lines of "You wouldn't deny a diabetic their insulin, so why deny those who deal with depression what they need to be healthy??"

I support people like Kristen Bell who can be so forthcoming with their battles. I support organizations like Out of the Darkness Walks who want to help people. And hopefully, as I walk 18 miles through New York City tomorrow night, you'll support me.

Please follow me on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook and leave me little bits of love throughout the night. PM me your personal stories and remind me why I'm doing this.  Remind me why it's so important that I keep going.