Successful Learning Habits = Successful Marriage

Newlyweds are told they will not understand what true love is until they have passed through the years of their lifetime together. Why is this? What makes this time so important? Is it time, really, or is it what we do with the time we spend together? I propose the latter. What makes for "quality" time together and why is it so important to have it? Consider this:

A dating couple:

He stops by a flower shop and buys a single rose, thinking of how beautiful she looked the night before as he sat across from her at dinner. He mostly remembers how he felt as he gazed into her smooth, delicate face as she talked about herself. He thinks he loves her.

An engaged couple:

After his 45th time saying "goodbye" that night he says, "I love you." He thinks of the time they spent together for the past few months: talking all night on the phone, going out to the movies, eating at restaurants and spending time with her friends and family. What he mostly remembers is how the feelings of each moment built upon one another. At first he "liked" her because she was so beautiful, now he sees how he "loves" her, not just because of her beauty, but everything that she is. She hiccups when she laughs (he loves it), she covers her face when she is embarrassed (he loves it), she is a passionate perfectionist, maybe to a fault (he loves it), she desires a closer relationship with Heavenly Father (he loves it). He knows he loves her.

A young married couple:

Crying babies have been the reason for the deep sleep interruptions for the past week. He has been under a lot of stress at work staying up till 2:00 or 3:00 am to finish his work; and yet when he gets home all he wants to do is look into the face of his beautiful wife and tell her how much he loves and appreciates her hard work and determination as a mother and spouse. He still really loves her.

An old married couple:

This may be his last time to see her looking into his eyes, the same eyes that have watched and helped him through his struggles, the same eyes that have watched out for their precious children and grandchildren for years. Now, nearly dim, he can't help but shed a tear, yearning for more time to be with her. He loves her, forever.

You might ask what all this has to do with learning. Well, I have been inundated by thoughts of a concept I am learning about in my Cognitive Psychology class this semester. The theory is called Distinctiveness of Encoding, or the idea that the more difficult decisions you have to make about a new thing to be learned, the better you will remember it. Take for example the young man described above, whether the young man knew it or not he was making difficult decisions all along the way throughout his life. These decisions were simple at first: Do I think she is pretty? Should I go on another date? Then, they subtly changed: What is it about her that I love? How does she make me feel when I am around her? Why do I spend so much time with her? As times got tough he mused: Should I let these tough events affect my love for her? How is it that I still love her, even though life is so hard? And as the temporal experience neared to a close: How will I go on without her? Does my life have meaning without her in it? Will I be able to see her again?

If you want to be as happy as an old otter couple, ask questions that became more difficult to answer and give more meaningful responses. As you do this, you will begin to learn what true love is. Our young man knew his love would last forever, he felt it emanate throughout his whole soul. When we invest this much mental energy into anything we start to have a deeper understanding of the meaning of that thing. You may have "forgotten" how to love your spouse or just forgotten the quadratic formula; whatever the case, if it is something worth knowing, spend time asking difficult questions and you may find yourself learning more about that thing than you ever had before. As in the case of this love-struck man, you will learn to love more and be better than you could be alone.

This is my life, I love you sweetie.

Dreaming of Short Term Memory

I am so excited to be a School Psychologist. I went to bed last night dreaming about concepts related to sensory memory, working memory (generally referred to as short-term memory) and executive functioning skills (i.e. the processes within working memory). The funny thing is I woke up with these thoughts still in my head when I slunk out of bed. Excited about this, I started reading an article from my favorite school psychologist's blog and read this...

From Dr. Branstetter's Blog, "Notes from a School Psychologist"

Dr. Bell: Hi Teacher, did you get my note about the IEP tomorrow?

Teacher: The IEP for the LD kid?

DB: Yeah, the LD/ADHD kid we wanted to recommend for RSP instead of SDC.

T: Why RSP?

DB: Because we need the LRE, especially since he bypassed the SST process.

T: Do we need to bring the paperwork for AB3632?

DB: No, we need to SB1895 first.

T: Ok, and are the parents ok with RSP instead of the SDC-LD class?

DB: Yeah, because the SDC we have on site is an SDC-ED not an SDC-LD class.

T: Make sense.

Average reader: ????

Anyone else in the field of special education: Got it. See you at the IEP.

I am excited to get this (and for those of you wondering what in the heck all that was, don't ask me, yet).

I love my field and I am still so far away. - Micah

Why Get A Dog When You Have Kids?

Ever wonder why people compare their animals to kids? I am sure you have seen it; dogs wearing sweaters, shirts, sunglasses, etc. These anthropomorphized mammals are hilarious and, yes, even cute. Like looking at a toddler sit on the toilet and read the newspaper. Hilarious!

It is the family set up that couples with no kids and old kids prefer. It's the in between group that I don't get, you got it, my friends WITH kids and animals. Don't get me wrong, I love animals (except the ones that growl/hiss at me for no reason or ignore me for the same reason). As an aside, I know all about the "don't show them you fear them" and "let them sniff you" routine. I do that and for the most part they like me, but I don't get the ever-angry or ever-annoyed animals, whatever. Mixing animals and little kids together are not a good mix and I mean no offense to my brother Caleb and his sweet wife, Palmyra.

So, why do I bring this up? Well, I have been thinking about reasons why I don't have any animals (and let's just remove what you are already thinking, "It's because you don't like animals."). Au contraire, I love them, but they have a time, place and season in my life. If I don't have the time, place or season right, then it's a no-go.

So, here is a list that I have come up with to help me rationalize why I don't have animals BECAUSE they are my kids:

1. When my oldest was two I found her face immersed in the doggy water dish at Gma and Gpa Jeanne and Michael's.
2. Likewise, this same daughter is constantly found with her face in her 'human' dish licking and lapping the remains of her meal. And, inevitably she gets food on her, I don't know how.
3. They bark, growl, bite and unfortunately leave little 'surprises' on the floor ("pssss", "bleah", *concentrated look...* "ahhhh").
4. They wake you up at all hours of the night when they are sick, scared, hot/cold or if they need to go potty.
5. When you get a new one you take more pictures of them instead of everyone else and inevitably you miss capturing events in your life because you have a bunch of pictures of their face instead of what you were doing say at Christmas.
6. They are the joy in my life and I would do anything for them.

So, there you have it, I will NOT get a dog/cat/animal until my kids can take care of themselves or are out of the house. There it is in writing and I'm not going back. I love you kids, but don't ask for a pet unless you want to move out.

*I have included some pictures, for fun, of my kids and their animal counterparts.

P.S. Case in point, listen to the beginning of the video below as I talk to Eden and Wyatt (it's short and quiet, but you'll get the point).

Grapefruit - Yum!

I love grapefruit, and so does my family. We actually like all kinds of fruit and some of us are fruit Nazi's. I say this jokingly, but seriously some of us are very attached to our fruit. As an example, we went to Grandma Carol and Grandpa Bobby's a few years ago and I swear Eden ate like 5 clementines (picture to the right is for illustration only) in one sitting. She LOVES oranges of any kind so watch out, if you want your oranges don't leave her unattended by them or they will be gone.

Back to my original topic, grapefruit. I have evolved over the years as a grapefruit eater. When I was growing up we ate them sparingly, with a bunch of sugar and a grapefruit spoon. Then, I got married and Ahnica LOVES grapefruit. The only problem is that over the past few years our special serrated spoons have all disappeared, but one. This is a big problem when you have four people who love grapefruits and two who are Nazi fanaticals about them. So, what do I do? Improvise. That's what I do best, however, Ahnica doesn't always agree with or like my methods or the results. I love to think creatively, in fact it's when I am being creative that I am most in the "zone". I get a weird elation when the creative juices are flowing.

Back again to my original topic, grapefruit. So I improvise and change my grapefruit eating habits; instead of scooping the fruit out with the spoon, leaving behind all of the yummy pulp and and hard to squish out juices, I open it like an orange and de-skin the fruit. It is amazing this way! Here is a picture (left), maybe later I will show you how I do it, step by step, so it doesn't make a huge mess (oooo! Try to contain your excitement, please.). Happy eating!

Bubble Boy

So, I have decided that I am going to start a blog to get thoughts off my chest and onto "paper" so to speak. I am generally scatterbrained, so I thought I would go ahead and start with something,... well, let's just say it's random, which is fitting I think.

Here it goes:

I saw this picture on a friend's Facebook (FB) page that made me think "How cool would that be?". So, I am sharing a similar picture (since I couldn't find the original) and some of my random thoughts explaining just that: "how cool" it would be.

Maybe it was the fishy side of me that couldn't stop thinking about it. Whatever the case, here is a short list of things that sounded like so much fun to do with it:

1. This would be the first thing I would do... get inside and start running across water yelling "look I am walking on water!". How awesome would that be (okay, maybe it's more awesome in my head)?

2. Get two of them and devise a way you could race an equally adventurous brother or best friend down the side of a two story house into a large pool (Ahem, SAFELY!). I have learned through the years that my outer extremities are precious commodities and I don't want to lose the use of them in a stupid stunt like the one I have just illustrated, so I would make sure this was safe before attempting it. For instance, I could let someone I don't like try it first and see if they make it out okay. I know, I know, "next please!"

3. Have a dinner date with my beautiful wife inside the balloon and then roll away off into the sunset. Awesome!

4. Put a bunch of blankets inside the bubble and sleep for a night, maybe this sounds boring to you, but really? How awesome would that be?

5. At the exact moment of anger stick a co-worker, boss, spouse or child inside and watch them roll around in it for a while. I bet you they would forget why they were mad in the first place. Awesome!

I invite you to take a brief moment and think about what you would do in the bubble. The possibilities are endless. Maybe the kid and psychologist inside of me is trying to tell you and me that sometimes we need to step back and have a little fun. It is said that laughter/humor is the best cure, so take off your shoes and play even just for a little while.