I am that hero!

All this year we have been working as a class on coming to an understanding that we all are heroes. That our actions each and every day can make an impact on others, which in turn can cause those others to have an impact on even more people than we would ever imagine. For our schools auction, we decided to put together a quilt (like Cupcake’s) that could represent our superpower (some talent or skill that we excell at and can share with the world). Here is the beginnings of that quilt that I just finished last night. I’m lovin’ it!

I can’t wait to see what a difference this quilt will make for our PTA as they auction it off!!

Enjoy the Dance! ;D

Rebecca Ree

Cupcake’s home!

Hi friends,

I’m writing this post in the wee hours of the morning after putting Cupcake back to bed. I find it an honor that I got to hold her this morning. That she wanted me to. Even if it was for just a few short hours while she slept in my arms. It’s hard to get comfortable when you’re hurting.

I’m going to try to articulate what I have been experiencing the last few days, but I am not sure that I can really put into words what I am trying to share. I’ll give it my best go! For those of you who want the short version… Cupcake’s surgery went well. The healing process has begun. She has to be in her casts for six to eight weeks. It’s going to be a process, but it’s a miracle all the same. For those of you who want the rambling long version, keep reading.

Day before yesterday when Cupcake’s daddy came in to get her up because she was leaving for the hospital, (She sleeps in Grammy’s… a.k.a my… room right now because we are a pretty crowded bunch in this house.) Grampy heard her sweet little voice, “Good morning daddy.” So matter of fact and grown up. When Daddy told her it was time to go she simply said, “Okay.” When Grampy relayed what had happened in the early hours of that morning, it brought tears to my eyes. How can someone so little (not even three yet) be so grown up? Her experiences have made her into such a sweet little thing.

Monkey and I played hookey from school day before yesterday so that we could stay right by the phone. That way, Mommy could send text messages and updates, and we wouldn’t have to be worried in our classes, wondering if Cupcake was okay. We played with Raggy and I finished Monkey’s blanket that has been begging to be finished for months now while we waited to hear from Mommy about Cupcake. (Maybe another blog on the blanket later… who knows?)

mia after surgery

It was all good news from the hospital end of things. The surgery went well, toes back in their rightful places. It sounds all positive and rainbows and gumdrops. But the thing that you don’t know is that positive and gumdrops still means severe pain and discomfort. It means cries and pain medicine and being held down to get the medicine in. It means bleeding thighs where they took the skin grafts that bleed on Mommy and Daddy and Grammy and brand new quilts and pillowcases. It means legs in casts that get bumped by big brother and uncle on accident. It means not being able to get really comfortable no matter what position you’re in. It means not being able to eat or drink without pain because of being intubated during surgery.

And the only reason why I tell all of this is because through it all… we hear, “Thank you.” After holding a screaming Cupcake so that we can get the pain reliever down her throat so that her pain will be lessened. After we wipe the sticky, syrupy mess off her mouth, she gives us the sweetest, “thank you”. After repositioning her legs which let out cries of pain, we get a “thank you”. Always “thank you”, “good morning”, “how are you?”.

While I was holding her this morning in the recliner, I started coughing from a little tickle I had in my throat. I was worried that I was going to wake her with my coughing, and that my jerking body would make her legs uncomfortable. She opened her eyes, and I was sure something like ouch was going to come out. Instead I hear, “You okay Grammy?” “Oh, yes honey,” I reply. “I just have a tickle in my throat.”

You see? The selflessness and the kindness that this little darling has overwhelm me to tears. Worried about me because of a little tickle in my throat when she just underwent major surgery. Her ability to look past herself and see others instead is beyond her years. She is a miracle. All around. And I am so grateful to be a part of her existence. Grateful isn’t even a strong enough word. God bless you Cupcake.  Thank you for letting me be a part of your dance.

Enjoy the Dance! ;D

Rebecca Ree

Cupcake’s journey continues…

Hi friends,

It’s been a while since I last blogged. Something about a girl rescuing a rat out of the road. I hope everyone doesn’t think that by that blog I mean we all run out and rescue rats from utter demise. I hope that everyone knows that the rat is metaphorical and represents helping someone in need.

So what got me to open up my chromebook and get writing this morning? Cupcake. As those who have been following my blog know, a couple of summers ago, Cupcake had a tragic accident that burned over 20% of her body. Her little hands and feet, as miraculous as they have healed, still need some help. Today, Cupcake is scheduled to go in to have her toes repositioned (through cutting ligaments, pinning her toes into place, and then reattaching the ligaments) so that her toes will hopefully grow as normal little toes should. She also may or may not have work done on her left hand at the same time. That hasn’t quite been decided as of yet this morning.

Cupcake is one of the strongest people I know, and yet being so tiny, you can’t help but worry. My students and I created a special quilt that we sent with Mia this morning. It is a gift to her, but it is a token of our love and hope that all things will go smoothly. I hope that this blanket carries with it the love and hope of the 29 students that helped make it possible, and I hope that it can be something she can cling to as she braves out this next step in her life. I can’t tell you how much I love this little gem of mine.


So if you are out there in the blogosphere and you see this post today, I hope you take the time to send some healing thoughts/prayers our way. We could sure use them during this part of the dance we call life.

Enjoy the Dance! ;D

Rebecca Ree


I just witnessed a young woman run into a busy intersection. At first I wondered what is she doing, but then I noticed a small brown furry ball in the middle of the road. After a couple of attempts, she picked the furry ball up and cradled it in the crook of her arm and carried it to safety. As she crossed the road to my side of the intersection, I could see that she was cradling a rat. Tears came to my eyes as I thought if everyone in the world had an ounce of the compassion this young woman had, what a wonderful world we would live in.

Enjoy the Dance! ;D

Rebecca Ree

An old tradition gets new life…

A long time ago on an island semi-far away, our family started a Christmas tamale tradition. My hubby had begged me for years to learn to make them, and we stumbled upon the perfect book while shopping, so… a new tradition was born.


Three years later, our family moved away from that magical island, and life got busy. Work, school, shopping… life just seemed more complicated and tamales got put on the back burner. But this year, I’m not sure why, tamales seemed super important. Maybe they brought back a feeling of normalcy during such a complicated time. It seemed to be just what we needed.

So I cooked the pork…



Made the sauce…


And after throwing together the masa, we assembled those tamales assembly line fashion and an hour later had a steamer full of delicious tamales. And there is nothing better in this world than a tamale straight from the steamer.


A tamale straight out of the steamer is proof that sometimes the best things in life taste better because they took a little planning and a little bit of hard work. A fresh tamale is also proof that great things come from good team work.

Enjoy the Dance! ;D

Rebecca Ree

P.S. Did I mention how good tamales are for breakfast? Ya. Mmmmmm…



The cutest snowmen of all…

It’s a big bummer when your computer is spazzing out. A bummer with a capital B. It makes it really hard to keep up on the blogging that you love so much. Typing on my iPad just isn’t as satisfying. My fingers miss the feeling of flying over the keyboard. It’s the difference between finishing a post in a few minutes vs. a post in closer to an hour. Boo. Gotta get that thing back to healthy. It’s cramping my style!

A few great things happened today. I got the sweetest email from one of my students, and we created the best craft! I think parents are going to love their gift this year. Snowmen lanterns. If you are a pinned on Pinterest, you’ve most likely seen them, but when kids get involved, they take on a personality all their own.

Here is my little guy.


And here is my little guy all lit up.


But look at all the great personalities created in my room today!


Do you want to build a snowman?? I bet you do!

Enjoy the Dance! ;D


Name them one by one…


You know when you want to do all these amazing things and then you get so bogged down, just keeping your head above water so nothing ever gets done? Ya. That’s how my life seems to be going right now. So I decided it was time to count my blessings, and at the same time, kind of update the world about what is going on in my corner of it.

1. I am thankful for my health. Seriously. Things have not been going very smoothly lately, but I can only imagine what it would be like if I was having trouble functioning myself. I am grateful for all that I have learned about keeping my body healthy.

2. I am thankful for modern medicine. Even though I gripe about doctors, (let’s face it people… some of them are just there to make a quick buck) I am thankful for the technology and new studies in the area of medicine that allow for people to get better. My husband is on the mend, and my granddaughter is growing up into such a lovely little girl. Yes, she will have more surgeries along the way, and yes there are conflicting opinions and information that her parents are going to have to navigate through, but overall, she is healthy and alive. Just like a almost three year old should be.

3. I am thankful for family. Sometimes having a houseful of people is hard (just imagine ten people kicking around in a three bedroom), and yes, sometimes I want Calgon to take me away. (That’s the OCD part of me kicking in. In no way, shape or form can a house full of ten people be somewhere for a person who micromanages every little thing.) But, overall I am very blessed to have so many lovely people to spend my time with. People who can pitch in and pick up the slack… even if it isn’t done exactly how I would. (That’s the hard part for us OCDers.) And I hope that they don’t get offended when sometimes I have to hide in my room for a night…

4. My friends. I could just include them with my family, but I sure enjoy having someone to talk to when things get tough. Someone to go shopping with. To go out to dinner with. A shoulder to cry on. I have to include my hubby here. He is the best friend I have. Ya. Friends are the best!

5. My job. Can I just say how happy I am to get up each morning and go to work? I just love teaching my students and I love that they have just as much to teach me as I have to teach them. I hope that what I give them is more than just an academic education. I hope that I teach them to do good. To be good people. To make their life a wonderful adventure, full of kindness and happiness.

It’s funny how the more you focus on your blessings, the more they just keep creeping in, but I won’t bore you with them all. This post was more for me. Reminding myself that no matter how difficult life gets, we always have something to be grateful for.

Enjoy the Dance! ;D


Sometimes you have to be thankful for the little things…

You really do. If you didn’t, you heart may fail, and your mind might be blown! You might even give up. I have spent 8 of the last 17 days in the hospital, trying to help my hubby as the doctors try to figure out how to fix him. It’s all guess and check… this doctor stuff. Still no real answers, but while I waited, I kept my hands busy. We may not have any real answers, but I have a really cute hat. :)


11 people and counting…


So our house is full to the brim. We can’t even all fit in the kitchen to enjoy a meal together. Eleven people, two high chairs… and don’t forget the 120 pound dog. He’s still there too. That is some serious food. Eating paleo with 11 people can be challenging. It’s some serious prepping and cooking. We go through 42 eggs a day. Forty-two! I need to get some chickens! Seriously. How many chickens would I need to get so that they lay 42 eggs a day?

Not to mention that all the adults work. How do we make meals easier? I mean, we are all pretty pooped at the end of the day. I was back in the classroom all last week getting things ready, attending inservices. This week will be the same. So I thought about freezer meals. Freezer meals for eleven people. Hmmm… Easier or harder to prep all the meals in one day? I’m not sure, but I will keep you posted. Next Friday is shopping day. Saturday is prepping day. It’s gonna be interesting to say the least.

So how am I doing this? I stumbled upon Once A Month Meals. I am excited to say that they have it all figured and planned out. I think the scariest part is going to be the shopping trip. I am talking about hours of shopping. It’s gonna be real. Real. Scary. How many shopping carts am I gonna need? Seriously.

All hard work aside, it has been a blessing to have my grandkids here with me. And my daughter-in-law has just jumped in with both feet. Learning this paleo thing. We may not have enough room, but it’s all gonna work out great in the end. :)

Enjoy the Dance! ;D