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….so, of course, I clock in and head off to the classroom. Generally, at this time, the infants through toddlers are all together in the infant room. I am greeted by some of my adoring fans (the older toddlers "Miss Becky, Miss Becky!!") and of course two of my co-workers – the toddler one head teacher, Miss Sam, and the infant head teacher, Miss Alice. At this time, we discuss which co-worker(s) have called out for the day and what possible excuse they have this time. Miss Sam then usually informs me how many children we will have for the day and we moan and groan together. I then read some books to some of the older toddlers as they fight to see who all can sit on Miss Becky’s lap. When the infant room starts getting rather crowded with older children (about 7:20 or so) I take them over to the toddler one classroom. There we stay on the one side of the room, and wait for the Toddler Two head teacher to come get the two-year olds. It is then time to clean the children up, and start on diaper changing yet again!
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) Sometimes we sit the older toddlers on the potty in our bathroom to start getting them used to the whole process. I’m sorry, but there has to be a pattern to the artwork so that it is aesthetically pleasing to the eye (my eye in particular!) Everyone just rolls their eyes at me, except Miss Sam because she is exactly the same way!
It can include just water or it could be real dirt (with real worms one day….gross!!) or food products. Last week was a Circus theme so the children played in confection sugar, caramel syrup, and icecream. Other times we have played in pudding, jell-O, applesauce, goop (cornstarch and water) and the list can go on!! 
The next thing I remember is waking up, thinking that I had heard my alarm clock go off. For most of the time, I am like an "alarm clock" myself where I wake up exactly when I need to. So when I woke up this time I automatically figured it was time to get up. So I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower. I thought it was rather weird that it was still raining outside just like it had the night before. After my shower was done, I dressed for the day and put on my contacts. I really felt tired and just drained, and all I could think about was how LONG this day was going to be with my "darling" kiddos at daycare. So, anyway, I grabbed my watch like I always do because my watch is my lifesaver while at work! I finally glanced at the time because I want to see how much time I had before I had to leave for work. I only had my small lamp on by my bed so I had to really squint to see what time it was. So can anyone guess what time it was???!!
So, anyway, I woke up later this morning, still rather tired, but a little more refreshed!!! Of course, I told my "wonderful" co-workers today about this incident, and now they are all making fun of me….my assistant director wants me to call her tonight at midnight to remind her that it is time to take a shower!!
Of course, no day would be complete without watching a baseball game….Yankees, of course we watched a powerpoint presentation that Andy put together of Dad’s life (so far at least!!) etc. etc. etc.) turned out to be a really great day with family!! And we actually succeeded in surprising my father….amazing!!!!!
It is really special, and although it makes me sad everytime I pass it, I am glad it is up there. The times when it hits me the hardest is when we all gather together as a family before heading off to bed at night. There is just an empty spot….someone is missing 
Yes, my heart is still aching, but I am sooooo thankful we took tons of pictures of Christy! However, although pictures are nice, I wish I could just pet her soft fur, feel her rough tongue on my hand as she licks me, and smell her horrible doggie breath one more time Who would have thought that I would actually miss that?!!!) Anywho, here are the lyrics, which made me cry even harder!!There is a Friend who will never forsake you,
There is a Friend who forever will take you
Just as you are, He knows every need of your heart.
There is a Friend who is ever beside you,
Loving you, leading you, safely He’ll hide you,
In every trial and trouble, He knows what to do,
For He cares for you.
There are always feelings deep inside we can’t express,
Words are often not enough to show the heart’s distress,
But there is One to whom we go, who needs no words to know
The secret inner workings of the heart, and of the soul.
There is a Friend who is closer than a brother,
There is a Friend unlike any other,
He knows what you’re feeling before you ever speak a word.
There is a Friend who is greater than sorrow,
There is a Friend who holds your tomorrow,
No matter what comes He will never leave you alone,
For you are His own.
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear,
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.
There is a Friend who will never forsake you,
There is a Friend who forever will take you
Just as you are, He knows every need of your heart.
There is a Friend who is ever beside you,
Loving you, leading you, safely He’ll hide you,
In every trial and trouble, He knows what to do,
For He cares for you.
For He cares for you.
My puppy was put to sleep tonight. Right now, as I am sure you can imagine, is a horrible time in our household. The minute I got home I went downstairs because I can’t stand to see anything that reminds me that Christy is gone. I think I am in shock right now….reality hasn’t hit yet. I am sitting here, staring at a picture of her and I can’t believe I won’t ever see her again. The worse thing about this whole ordeal is that it happened so suddenly without hardly any warning. We were just about ready to sit down to supper when I hear my Dad frantically calling Mom. Of course, I come running too, and here is Christy leaning over to the side trying to sit up. Her whole body is just leaning, and her head is cock-eyed. I am trying to remain calm and soothe her because she is shaking. She had had an episode like this about 2 weeks ago during the night, but she had been fine after a few minutes. Well, she laid down on the floor, but her head was still leaning to the side. We all gather around her, thinking that the time is near. She is really shaky and her head is just flopping back and forth in my lap. Of course, I refused to leave her side. She just laid there for awhile and we just stood around her not sure what to do. Our neighbors came over, and told us the best thing we could do for her was put her to sleep. When my neighbor came in, Christy tried to get up to greet her, but she about fell over – her legs practically caved in under her. Mom called the vet, and they told us to bring her in. At this point, I am bawling my eyes out because I just don’t want to let her go. My Dad and Andy have to pick her up and carry her to the van. We all went along, because I knew I just HAD to go or I would never be able to accept the fact that she was really gone. It was the longest, quietest ride ever. Andy and I had to hold Christy up and she had her claws dug deep inside my arm. I still have the marks right now We finally get to the vet’s office, and poor Dad has to try to carry her out of the van and into the building. We sit down in a private area, and then the nurse/receptionist tells Dad that we need to get Christy weighed. So Dad has to get back up with an 80 lb. dog in his arms. We sit back down and wait for someone to take us to the room. When someone comes to take us to a room, Dad has to again pick her up and carry her down the hall. We all crowd in this tiny room, and a veternarian comes in eventually. She tells us basically the same thing we already knew was going on. She said that she was probably filling up with blood and it was making her really weak. She said it could stop again for the next couple of weeks and then start again. She then gave us our options. Surgery, taking her home again and letting her practically just suffer, or putting her to sleep. I, of course, am standing there having an emotional breakdown at the thought. I felt so bad for Dad and Mom. What a tough decision they had to make tonight! The decision was made to put her to sleep. We were given the option to stay and watch….and I REFUSED. There was no way I was going to watch that. We were then given the option to have her ashes be sent home to us after she was cremated No way…too freaky! The thought of Christy not being there when I walk upstairs right now is so unbelievable to me. No more barking, no more licks, no more wagging tails, no more begging? How will I be able to stand it? It was a perfect poem for me to read at this time. Now that I am graduated from college, I feel like I have to have everything in my life planned out. However, when things that I "plan out" in my head don’t turn out the way I think they should, I get all frustrated and upset. I think my way is the "best way"…..I KNOW God’s way and His will is always best, but yet at times, I have a picture in my head about what I think my future should be like, and I worry that it won’t go according to "plan". People ask me about future plans, and right now I believe I have an answer, "I am teaching kindergarten at EBA in the fall!" Well, that is a great plan and I am soooo excited….but what comes after that?? I know I should take one day at a time and enjoy each day to its fullest, but sometimes, I wish I had some sort of time machine that would show me what next year or 5 years from now will bring. Then, again, if I knew, I would probably freak out, and go hide somewhere. I think God doesn’t reveal everything in our future all at once for a reason. He knows we wouldn’t be able to handle it! God’s grace is for today, and not for tomorrow. He will give me the right amount of grace I need for each situation that arises in my life. I just have to remember that MY WAY and MY PLANS are not always the best for me!! There may be a greater "yes" God has in store for me….make sure you read the following poem….
Becky's Book 