On Sunday I had painted my nails bright pink, just for fun and when I went into work I showed them off to my kids. I asked what color they were and so forth. I showed one particular little boy and when he looked at them his eyes widened and he took in a deep breath and said, “WOW!” I think he was impressed as much as I was because let’s face it, I never paint my nails not to mention they were pink!
During nap time on Wednesday I was trying to clean up my room a little bit and there was a box of shoe boxes sitting on a shelf that had been there for days that I was tired of seeing. So I decided to take it out of my room and put it somewhere else for the time being. The box was large and when I picked it up I couldn’t see over it at all so thankfully it was light. As I was walking through my room and trying not to step on any of my kids, because they were on the floor napping, I hear a little voice say, “Be careful Camille-be careful.” Just when I thought everyone was sleeping I had one of my little boys watching over me (the same little boy who liked my fingernail painting job).
I have a couple of kids in my class who have siblings in other rooms and towards the end of the day when the kids are restless and just want to see Mom I treat them with a walk up to their siblings classrooms so they can see a friendly face. Well not all of my kids are so lucky to have a sibling so when they see other kids leave the room to say hi to a brother or sister; they get a little jealous and want to go visit someone too. After a long discussion about brothers and sisters in my class on Thursday a little boy (who is an only child and adopted) told me “I’m gonna have a brother. *pause* Mom and Dad are so excited.” I couldn’t believe it! Is mom pregnant? Have Mom and Dad been telling this little boy that he was getting a brother? Or had this little boy just heard the word ‘brother’ too much and made up a fun little story…only time will tell.
And my Friday story I have already told in my last post, where the little boy wanted to stay at “daycare” and play with me. It all makes my heart melt! I say it all the time and I will just continue to do so, I have the best job. Every day these kids give me hugs and kisses, cry on my shoulder, play with me like I am their best friend, call me ‘mom’ by mistake, want no other teacher but me, and it all melts my heart and makes me wish that I had one of my very own….or a couple. ;)
OH! And the picture is of me, honestly, how could you not tell? Monet drew it just for me a year or so ago (from my last job in Cedar City), she was six at the time. I think she's gonna be an artist when she grows up.