Infant Endorsment

So my coworker and I have been hustling to get our infant endorsement done. This requirement entails forty hours of training, which had to be done by the end of this month. When I worked at Kid Station, we did all our trainings on site. This classes were taught in a classroom at UVU.
Over the last two months we've taken thirty hours of classes. I never knew that you could climb up the career latter in child care. I'm excited to go to classes and learn more. Our next class is early childhood development in August.
It has made for some late nights and long weeks but I've enjoyed learning. I'm one of  those whom could study subjects until I died.

Day for Dad

I don't know why I can throw something together for mother's day and feel good about it, but have the hardest time coming up with the perfect gift for father's day. My mom could yell at me growing up or state her opinion on something I'd done and it'd roll off my back. (now I'm not saying I don't take my mother's feelings and suggestions to heart) My dad always had away of piercing my soul or hitting the spot when it came to things. I never wanted to disappoint or upset my dad.
 The last year and a half has been really hard. As a child I always pictured my father as the super hero that could fix anything. If the boys did something dad fixed it. If mom needed something fixed dad did it. If my bike was flat, dad fixed it. A few years ago dad's brain surgery and close to death hospital stay made me realize that my parents, especially my father wasn't invincible.
 Last year I'd just graduated with my Bachelors in Creative Writing and found myself back under my parents roof after two years out on my own. My mom told me a few weeks after I moved back how excited he was for me to come home. I enjoyed spending time with him, but at the same time tried so hard to find a job so I wouldn't be seen as a burden to my parents. At the time my father was struggling with a crippling pain that made it nearly impossible to walk, stand, or move his arms above his chest. I spent the time I wasn't looking for a job, helping my father and keeping the house clean. I wanted so badly to find a job in Salt Lake so that I could continue helping my dad, but felt the urge to branch my work possibilities out.
So I applied in Heber City. Shortly after I was hired as a aid my father was diagnosed with a rare form of arthritis. It was a relieved  to know he had an answer and could begin some medication that would help him mend. After his rough Father's day and birthday last year(part of which w's spent in an ER) I was determined to do something special for him this year. So I began asking. I was a bit disappointed when it ended up being a card and money to put towards a new piece for his smoker.
 So dad I just wanted to let you know that I'm so proud of you and all you do. You taught me the importance of loving others and a love for nature. I hope you had an awesome Father's day, because you'll always be my superhero!

BBQ in Woods Cross

 

So I don't get to see Jenny and Sarah much anymore. For starters they are seventeen and fourteen, and second they live in Woods Cross. I'm so proud of how grownup they've become. When I lived in Ogden I came down a few times via front runner. I enjoyed spending time with them and dubbed them my Woods Cross family. With everything going on here I've been horrible about keeping in touch. So when Susan called and wanted to have a BBQ I was ecstatic.
 I had class that morning in Orem, as did the rest of my colleagues. So we went to our five hour training then headed to Salt Lake. My parents weren't sure how to get to their house do we caravanned. It was a beautiful night and the company was exceptional. I can't believe how grown up these girls are! Love my Woods Cross family!