It starts with a 'c'

It was my first day of school today.

I learnt about a type of poem. I forget what it's called but it starts with a 'c'.
It has five lines
First line is one words about the item (Noun)
Second line is two words to describe it (Adjective)
Third line is three action words (Verb)
Fourth line is a four word sentence about the object (sentence)
Fifth line is one word giving another name to the object (Noun)

School

Big, busy

Sitting, writting, counting

79 days to go

College

Give it a go.

Year 1's can do it.

Don't you just love the way

a new haircut can make

you feel.

I'm going to start teacher prac placement

on Tuesday and I desperately needed

to have a look that said

"professional",

"practical"

and

"a little bit glamorous".

Do I look a little bit like Katie Holmes?

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Hansels and Gretel

Nearly didn't come out of the bush for being too goofy.

Got to come home for being so cute.

I'm so glad that is over!

48 hours ago I didn't look like this. 48 hours ago I realized I had an assignment due in ... what for it ... 48 hours. I had done nothing. Oh sure I had given it some thought a few weeks ago and I had familiarised myself with the general premise of the assignment but I had not jotted down a single note or random thought. I had mistakenly recorded this assignment as being extended by lecturer decree. However on Sunday night at about bed time I thought I'd give the old laptop a bit of a workout, maybe check out the next weeks worth of lecture materials before I really get back into the study thing AFTER Easter.
There on the uni announcement page was the assignment reminder. I freaked out. Not on the outside of course there were children still to put to bed and 1 husband to tell. I thought about not telling him for about 10 mins but that would be lying, (tsk, tsk). This was a car wreck and I was not going to be able to hide it for 48 hours. I calmly put the children to bed and then sat down to tell Mick of my huge mistake. Sure there were some tears but once he calmed down we figured I was going to get through this just fine. (Okay honestly Mick didn't cry, I did, but only because I was a little bit stressed.)

We worked out a plan for me to be able to study, eat and sleep for the next 48 hour and not worry about anything else. Thank you Mum for looking after my children last night. Poppy told me how much fun ("Crying Granny bed eva hunh.") she had sleeping in your bed and Zac told me about watching Night at the Museum at 6 o'clock and Gus told me about doing a flip. I apologise to my family for not showing up to the Easter Monday picnic. Thank you for looking after my family in my absence. And a big huge virtual hug and kiss for you Mum for proof reading my essay. Most of all thank you Mick for not freaking out, for making a plan and for telling the kids to not bother me.

I submitted my teaching materials and materials design guide PDF's about an hour ago. I was surprised by how nervous I was to press the send button. In the last hour I have been able to reflect on how it's possible that I had thought to just check the uni site on Easter Sunday night. Of all nights this is one that I should not have been thinking about study stuff. I know that it was the Holy Ghost who quietly prompted me to just check. I hate to think what would have happened if I had not listened to the still small voice. I am grateful most of all for the Gift of the Holy Ghost that is a constant force in my life that reminds me of the love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have for me.

Damn stress gave me a pimple. See?

Good Looking

I know that these guys are half me and half Mick

but somehow they got lucky and all ended up with

the good looking half.

Poppy is such a poser. She is keen to be in front and behind the camera.

Gus is loving and generous and swears like a sailor. I'm not proud just intrigued by the 'butter wouldn't melt' way he talks and the language he uses in the heat of the moment.

Zac's pictures speak a thousand words.