Bitty Baby Box

I have finally made it to my last week of school… Ever.

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I’m going to miss (most of) my kids and all of the ladies on the 4th grade team who I’ve been so fortunate to work with, but I can pretty much guarantee a happy dance as I walk out of my classroom for the last time on Friday. Gone will be the days of endless grading, the pressure of statewide testing, unnecessary meetings, high-maintenance parents, and bureaucratic crapola in general.

I can permanently delete my five o’clock alarm, say goodbye to eating breakfast in the car, and possibly even find the time to make dinner… Possibly. Jack will get me at my best now instead of twelve hours deep into my day when I am mentally spent. Checked out. Basically brain dead. Twenty-four 4th graders can do that to you. But then again so can a 10-month-old… Maybe things won’t be so different after all?

The past few days we’ve been hinting about our latest endeavor on the LWO Facebook page… The Bitty Baby Box. I am so excited about our monthly subscription box which will consist of organic products from home and abroad, such as food samples, articles of clothing, and other baby necessities that we can’t wait to share with you. We are starting small and offering only twelve subscriptions for our first shipment mid-July. Here is the age/gender availability breakdown:


0-6 months- 3 boxes

6-12 months- 3 boxes


0-6 months- 3 boxes

6-12 months- 3 boxes

A one-month subscription will cost $30/box including shipping. Checkout our Facebook page to peek into our July box! If you would like to reserve your spot for the month of July, fill out a registration form here.


Baby Brain

Before I had a baby, I would roll my eyes at coworkers and friends blaming their forgetfulness and general stupidity on “baby brain.” If there is ever a time for excuses, pregnancy is certainly it. But after the baby is born and the first few months pass, I thought it was time to retire the new mother card.

The baby is born and your maternity leave is over… Pull your s**t together, I thought to myself…

To all of you other skeptics out there, I am living and breathing proof that baby brain does in fact exist. Since having Baby J, I am not only dumber, but clumsier and more forgetful, too. I literally cannot remember anything.

It has become a running joke in my fourth grade class.

Last week I informed my students that I would be creating their homework for the week instead of pulling it from resources we already have.

Their response?

“So we should expect mistakes, right?”

My response?


I truly hope that my students don’t go home and tell their parents what a complete airhead they have for a teacher. Prior to every lesson I walk around in circles searching desperately for my book, papers, and/or handouts that I have somehow misplaced in the span of sixty seconds or less.

I often stand in front of the class waving papers in the air for everyone to see.

“Boys and girls? See these science notes that I am holding in my hand? I am putting them in my file cabinet. Does everyone see where I am putting them? Say it with me now. The science notes are in the file cabinet.”

My students are kind enough to leave Post-it notes all over the classroom for me.

Email my mom about homework.

Print an extra field trip permission slip.

Today is Tuesday.

And the dumb factor is way worse than the forgetfulness factor.

I make a ton of academic errors in class now, especially when it comes to math. I happen to teach the accelerated math class (how that happened I will never know), and the students are more than happy to point out my mistakes.

“Yes, I know that the answer is 24 and not 32, Caroline. I was just testing y’all to make sure that everyone is paying attention.”

My darling little students love to count how many “epic fails” (their term, not mine) I make in one day.

“How many epic fails do you think you will have today, Mrs. A?” they taunt. 

They also like to encourage me with treats. For example, if I have a day free of “epic fails,” they may bring me a bag of Goldfish crackers the next day as a reward.

This is what my professional career has been reduced to since having a baby.

And it’s no better at home.

I put clothes in the dryer and walk away without ever hitting the start button.

I dial a phone number and panic when the phone starts ringing, as I have no clue who I am actually calling.

I pull up to the grocery store on Sunday afternoon and wonder, “Have I brushed my teeth today?” For the life of me I can’t remember.

I leave for work with two different shoes on.

The list goes on and on.

Thank God it is Spring Break and I have some time to recharge. Maybe a little time off is just what the doctor ordered, because you know, the sixteen weeks I’ve already had off this year (maternity leave, holidays, & ice days) have clearly not been enough.

On another note, J’s six month pictures are finally here.



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I meant to post them last week, but I totally forgot.

Done & Done

This June marks the end of my tenth year of teaching elementary school. Ten years may seem trivial to some, but to a teacher, it’s an eternity. A life sentence without the chance for parole.

Elementary Education is a very specialized degree, and unless you are interested in an entry level position or going back to school, finding a new job is next to impossible. There are a few lucky ones who get hired on by companies like Pearson (standardized test developer) or Harcourt (textbook publisher)- if you consider that lucky– but the rest of us are stuck playing the lottery, praying each and every night that our six lucky numbers will flash across the screen on the ten o’clock news… Or is that just me?

Since day one I have proclaimed that I would teach for ten years before hanging up my hat and moving on to greener pastures. At twenty-two, “greener pastures” looked more like a white sand beach than diaper duty, but as we know, babies change everything. And though it scares the hell out of me, I am sticking to my guns and walking away from teaching at the end of the year, because quite frankly, there is nowhere I’d rather be than at home with my little love muffin.

I can say with some degree of confidence that teaching elementary school has knocked more than a few points off of my IQ. What a dismal realization! There is some good stuff here, however. Through teaching, I have gained some very unique insight into parenting, more specifically, I have learned what kind of parent I will NOT be when it comes to my child’s education.

If you’ve ever wondered what your child’s teacher really thinks about you, read on. This is a list of dos and don’ts that I vow to remember throughout Jack’s schooling. This list has evolved over the years and is 100% a product of my personal experiences. If you choose to veer from my list, that is your prerogative. Just know that your child’s teacher is most likely laughing at you, talking about you, and/or hiding from you on a regular basis. Not me, of course. I would never do that.

Consider yourself warned.

1. When conflict occurs (on the playground, for instance), never assume that your child’s version of the story is the whole truth. If you decide to contact the teacher regarding the situation, always ask for his/her perspective before throwing accusations around and/or assuming that your child is completely innocent. This leads to number two…

2. Never email your child’s teacher when you are angry about a situation that relates to school. Take a few minutes to cool off and think rationally first. And certainly don’t contact the principal before contacting the teacher. That is a sure fire way to end up on the “high-maintenance” parent list. Everyone knows who the “high-maintenance” parents are, and nobody wants to teach their children.

3. Never email the teacher when you are intoxicated. Late night emails with poor grammar are always a dead giveaway. You aren’t fooling anyone.

4. Do not initiate a parent-teacher conference during morning drop-off, lunch, recess, or dismissal. Only conference with your child’s teacher during an agreed upon meeting time (and know that they are probably watching the clock like a hawk, annoyed that you are eating up the only time they have to get anything done all day).

5. Stop making excuses for your children. Let them learn from their mistakes instead.

6.  Children are very capable individuals. Don’t do things for your kids that they can do themselves, like unpack their backpack or spoon feed them at lunch. Learned helplessness is a very hard habit to break.

7. Dress your child appropriately for the weather. It is not okay to wear shorts and sandals when it is thirty degrees outside.

8. Don’t ever say to a teacher, “Why didn’t you tell us about ________ (the homework assignment, field trip, class party, etc.)” if you do not check emails, folders, and newsletters on a regular basis.

9.  Never exclaim, “My child is so disappointed. He really wanted so-and-so for his teacher,” to your child’s new teacher for the year. That’s just rude.

10. Do not ask the teacher to name the best teachers in the following grade level when class placement time rolls around.

11. If you have a problem with a teacher, your child should never know it.

12. Do not share inappropriate details of your personal life with your child’s teacher in hopes of befriending her. I’ve heard it all… Marriage woes, infidelity, sex life… Nothing surprises me anymore.

13. Talking badly about other children, parents, or teachers in front of your child’s teacher is just bad form (even if it’s what you are actually thinking).

14. Keep your husband off of the “creepy dad” list by forbidding him to touch the belly of your child’s pregnant teacher. He should also refrain from snapping candid photos of the teacher on his phone when she least expects it, and he should never ask the teacher if she plans on breastfeeding her baby.

15. Stop pulling your child out of school weekly to attend extra-curricular activities. 

16. When you volunteer in the classroom, put some damn clothes on! Nobody wants to watch you prance around school in a tennis skirt that barely covers your bum… Especially if have you no business wearing one in the first place.

17. Bring your child’s teacher their favorite Starbucks drink when they least expect it. Small tokens of appreciation go a very long way.

18. Consider medicating your child if necessary.

19. Consider medicating yourself if necessary.

20. Repeat after me, “Fair is not always equal.”

21. For the love of God, let your kids be kids! Elementary-aged children should never feel stressed out. Let them play and laugh and relish in the ignorance that accompanies youthfulness.

21. Above all else, teach your child to be gracious, appreciative, and polite.

If you are guilty of any of the above behavior, do your child’s teacher a favor and stop already! Pull your head out of your a**, find some self-awareness, and thank that teacher for all that they do, because whether you realize it or not, they really do love your child.