For the first time since moving to the Volunteer State, I feel like we found a place that is really like home. Yes, it's spacious, it's quiet, nice neighbors, yada yada yada . . . it's not the amenities, it's just a feeling. I don't know, it's just a good fit. So, yeah, we like our new place, a lot.
I wrote about change in my last post, which I admit was dreadfully boring. For all 2 of you out there who read this regularly, sorry! I feel like I am dealing with the changes better now that we're settled a little more. Jonah's not totally digging the change of habitat yet just because it's different, but he's getting there. I'm still pacing the floor, waiting to hear from Metro about a job. Everyone who has any know-how about this job seems to think I am a shoe-in, but I am so lacking the confidence to believe it! Partly, I don't know a 100% in my heart that it's what God wants; I'm also afraid of getting let down. I guess I want to be pleasantly suprised that they would really and truly pick me to mold young minds . . . ha ha, that they would really and truly take me as a last resort because the spot was open and they badly need an English teacher to stumble through her first year of teaching with kids who in general will not love English or anything pertaining to it. I have to burst my own idealistic bubble sometimes!
A friend of mine who works at the school I applied at gave me some encouragement the other day, and that sent me flying into a tailspin of daydreaming about lesson plans and literally dreaming about teaching. So, I am just trying to keep it together for a few weeks until I get some definite news, and then if I do get hired I will oficially freak out. Cool.
On the other end of things, literally, we are venturing into the land of potty-training with Jonah. I am completely mystfied by how to go about this, so I am mostly letting Jonah take the lead. He is showing all the "signs" of readiness, so away we go! First order of business is to buy the musical potty b/c while he enjoys flushing the "big un'", he is so scared to sit on it! Knowing how Jonah loves music, the singing potty should be motivation aplenty to fill it with his "poo poo" and "pee pee" - sorry ya'll, but that's the lingo 'round the Z household these days!
Okay, I am pooped ( augh! sorry, I couldn't help it!) So I am going to crawl into bed and dream about paper clips and seating charts, Au Revoir!
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Just to be warned, I believe all kids know that potty training is this great bargaining tool. Jonah will catch on quickly; he'll get the hang of using the potty and then he'll realize that he can be bought with candy and stickers to 'motivate' him to do his business. Or perhaps I'm just jaded by the sheer fact that my daughter is on potty strike... Yeah, that's more like it.
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