Saturday, September 29, 2007
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This is brought to you by the letter L ...
Lindsey was so excited to be the letter person for the letter L. Why? Because it is the first letter of her name, of course. While reading her book, practicing her letter formation and thinking of what to bring to represent the letter L, Lindsey ran into several challenges.
First, her book was more of a tongue twister for my child with the slight speech impediment. The sentence she had to read was: "Look, said the little lady." Although she did this with no problems, mom was a little tense.
What to bring was the catch.
Lindsey: Could we bring a lap?
Me: No, it's only there when you sit down. (She didn't find that funny.)
L: A lamp?
M: Nope, too big to hang on the letter wall.
L: A lion?
M: Well, how would you like to hang on a wall (note, no toy lion could be found, only stuffed animals that didn't fit in the baggie)?
L: How about a "little"?
M: A little what?
L: Just a little.
M: What is a "little"?
L: I'm little.
M: Again, would you like to hang on the wall?
L: Not really. How about a "lick"?
M: We can't put a lick on the wall either. How about a leaf?
L: Weeeelllllll, okay, if that's what I need to do.
So the leaves were put into the bag to hang on the wall. The first one was microscopic, so I told her we needed more. I got a harrumph and we went about looking for a snack for the day. We looked high and low and could not find any snack beginning with "L". I pulled out some lollipops and asked if she wanted to take them. I was told that suckers did NOT begin with the letter L. I convinced her that they would be fine as lollipops instead of suckers. I think she thought their feelings would be hurt.
On the big day, she was great, but when asked what she brought for a snack, she said at the top of her lungs, "SUCKERS". While I was laughing quietly to myself, Ms. Greer (bless her) said, "I think that they are lollipops." Lindsey agreed and all had a great time.
She was very proud of herself.
First, her book was more of a tongue twister for my child with the slight speech impediment. The sentence she had to read was: "Look, said the little lady." Although she did this with no problems, mom was a little tense.
What to bring was the catch.
Lindsey: Could we bring a lap?
Me: No, it's only there when you sit down. (She didn't find that funny.)
L: A lamp?
M: Nope, too big to hang on the letter wall.
L: A lion?
M: Well, how would you like to hang on a wall (note, no toy lion could be found, only stuffed animals that didn't fit in the baggie)?
L: How about a "little"?
M: A little what?
L: Just a little.
M: What is a "little"?
L: I'm little.
M: Again, would you like to hang on the wall?
L: Not really. How about a "lick"?
M: We can't put a lick on the wall either. How about a leaf?
L: Weeeelllllll, okay, if that's what I need to do.
So the leaves were put into the bag to hang on the wall. The first one was microscopic, so I told her we needed more. I got a harrumph and we went about looking for a snack for the day. We looked high and low and could not find any snack beginning with "L". I pulled out some lollipops and asked if she wanted to take them. I was told that suckers did NOT begin with the letter L. I convinced her that they would be fine as lollipops instead of suckers. I think she thought their feelings would be hurt.
On the big day, she was great, but when asked what she brought for a snack, she said at the top of her lungs, "SUCKERS". While I was laughing quietly to myself, Ms. Greer (bless her) said, "I think that they are lollipops." Lindsey agreed and all had a great time.
She was very proud of herself.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Do teachers live at school?
Okay, so I'm not employed full time at any one place. I do, however, dabble (legally) in several positions. One being a substitute TA at the school my children attend. All this means, is that I can be verbally abused by short people under the age of 11 and get paid for it. It is fun most of the time, and I learn the names and faces of the troublemakers. Lindsey will NEVER be remembered by any TA. (Yeah, right.)
Anyway, my children and I were at dinner tonight at a fairly local restaurant. I was actually brave enough to go it alone. Remember, I do not consider my children people. I really need to have them make it through a day without reminding them to wash their hands, keep their elbows off the table, or to put underwear on before I consider them people. Oops, one of my tangents. (See I always write in a stream of consciousness, therefore, that blog challenge was useless!)
Sooooooo, while dining, some of the teachers, from my children's school, came into the restaurant. I knew them by sight and one by name. My son on the other hand knew several of them by name. Oops, maybe that should have been his name up there. Well, they sat right behind us. Lindsey was amazed that they were away from school. She asked the same question for the second time this week.
L - "Do all teachers live at the school?"
Me - "No honey, they live in their own homes?"
L - "How come they are HERE?"
M - "Apparently they are hungry."
L- "Oh, well I guess that is okay."
Andrew was thrilled and kept watching them. Oh well, I guess that is what happens when you live in a relatively small community.
Anyway, my children and I were at dinner tonight at a fairly local restaurant. I was actually brave enough to go it alone. Remember, I do not consider my children people. I really need to have them make it through a day without reminding them to wash their hands, keep their elbows off the table, or to put underwear on before I consider them people. Oops, one of my tangents. (See I always write in a stream of consciousness, therefore, that blog challenge was useless!)
Sooooooo, while dining, some of the teachers, from my children's school, came into the restaurant. I knew them by sight and one by name. My son on the other hand knew several of them by name. Oops, maybe that should have been his name up there. Well, they sat right behind us. Lindsey was amazed that they were away from school. She asked the same question for the second time this week.
L - "Do all teachers live at the school?"
Me - "No honey, they live in their own homes?"
L - "How come they are HERE?"
M - "Apparently they are hungry."
L- "Oh, well I guess that is okay."
Andrew was thrilled and kept watching them. Oh well, I guess that is what happens when you live in a relatively small community.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
1 day till the pumpkin patch and 2 until track off...
Lindsey is making the annual Kindergarten field trip to the Pumpkin Patch on Friday. Yes, the same day as Andrew has Math Masters. How come everything has to happen on the last day of track on??? Thankfully I have good friends that will be there for my son while I'm wrangling 5 year olds. Oh, I forgot, that's actually what I signed up for when I decided to become a Daisy Troop leader, huh? Well, I kinda looking forward to it, if the weather holds up.
We are relatively prepared for the first Daisy meeting. Lindsey is really excited to wear her Daisy apron. She loved modeling it for the parents last week. I hardly got it off her so I could put it away for the actual meeting.
Stay tuned for the Pumpkin pictures.
We are relatively prepared for the first Daisy meeting. Lindsey is really excited to wear her Daisy apron. She loved modeling it for the parents last week. I hardly got it off her so I could put it away for the actual meeting.
Stay tuned for the Pumpkin pictures.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Let the party begin
Okay, okay, since my last totally disgusting blog didn't get 17 comments, I will have to update. Darn it all.
I am officially a troop leader for Daises. I have a troop number and everything. The training went as planned. No major faux paus. I tried really hard to keep my opinions to myself. It mostly worked...
The trainer cut herself and I was the only one in the room with band-aids. Are you kidding, a room full of potential leaders (and moms) and I was the only one willing to admit that my kids are big klutzes and that is why I carry a mini first aid kit in my purse. What would they say to the two, yes two, full First Aid kits I have in the car. So, anyway, the trainer was so impressed that she showed the whole class. She said that she didn't have anything like that, and I of course said, "And you call yourself a Girl Scout." Luckily, SHE had a sense of humor. I got my Troop number after the training, so it couldn't have been that bad, right?!?!?
Wish me and Colleen luck!!
I am officially a troop leader for Daises. I have a troop number and everything. The training went as planned. No major faux paus. I tried really hard to keep my opinions to myself. It mostly worked...
The trainer cut herself and I was the only one in the room with band-aids. Are you kidding, a room full of potential leaders (and moms) and I was the only one willing to admit that my kids are big klutzes and that is why I carry a mini first aid kit in my purse. What would they say to the two, yes two, full First Aid kits I have in the car. So, anyway, the trainer was so impressed that she showed the whole class. She said that she didn't have anything like that, and I of course said, "And you call yourself a Girl Scout." Luckily, SHE had a sense of humor. I got my Troop number after the training, so it couldn't have been that bad, right?!?!?
Wish me and Colleen luck!!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Saturday Night and I Ain't Got Nobody....
Not that that's a real problem but I'm at home alone with my children. They don't really count as people, do they? Anyway, I'm not counting them until I can have a conversation with them that doesn't include the words "clean your room", "don't bother your sister (or brother)" or "you need to keep your toe out of your ear". These days are filled with laughter and insanity. If it weren't for the insanity, we'd all be doomed.
Last week was back to pre-summer craziness. Both the kids were wanting to stay home and all I wanted to do was go to the orthodontist so I could have 20 minutes of silence. We've all got the sniffles but not enough to actually keep us home and in bed.
While reading others blogs, I found these definitions on the net.
Cabbage Patch definitions from the Urban Dictionary
1. Dance move that white guys tried to have catch on to confuse women into thinking that white guys have rhythm. Successfully performed when both your shoulders and fists (which are placed together in a manner that looks like you just connected both ends of an extension cord) move in time with each other in a fluid, circular motion. All the rage in the late 80's and early 90's.
2. A Magical place where babies come from.
3. This occurs when a female that has a regular shaven vagina, fails to shave the backside of her butt hole, thus creating a small tuft of hair.
Or a better interpretation by Wikipedia - The cabbage patch dance, which involves putting the hands together and moving them in a horizontal circular motion. Dr. Dre in 1987 with DJ Yella in world class wrecking cru invented what was supposed to be a short fad, they wrote a song called "The Cabbage Patch" just for a dance they made. It soon became very popular showing up everywhere in almost every dance club in America.
Okay that was way too much info, but made me laugh. Let's see if we can beat 17 with this one.
Last week was back to pre-summer craziness. Both the kids were wanting to stay home and all I wanted to do was go to the orthodontist so I could have 20 minutes of silence. We've all got the sniffles but not enough to actually keep us home and in bed.
While reading others blogs, I found these definitions on the net.
Cabbage Patch definitions from the Urban Dictionary
1. Dance move that white guys tried to have catch on to confuse women into thinking that white guys have rhythm. Successfully performed when both your shoulders and fists (which are placed together in a manner that looks like you just connected both ends of an extension cord) move in time with each other in a fluid, circular motion. All the rage in the late 80's and early 90's.
2. A Magical place where babies come from.
3. This occurs when a female that has a regular shaven vagina, fails to shave the backside of her butt hole, thus creating a small tuft of hair.
Or a better interpretation by Wikipedia - The cabbage patch dance, which involves putting the hands together and moving them in a horizontal circular motion. Dr. Dre in 1987 with DJ Yella in world class wrecking cru invented what was supposed to be a short fad, they wrote a song called "The Cabbage Patch" just for a dance they made. It soon became very popular showing up everywhere in almost every dance club in America.
Okay that was way too much info, but made me laugh. Let's see if we can beat 17 with this one.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Blog Challenge
Yes, I'm about two weeks behind, didn't want to spoil all the fun of my last blog...
List 8 things about yourself, but make one of them untrue.
Let's see if you can guess which is untrue! I'm not a very good liar, so we'll see how this goes.
1. My grandmother is from Australia
2. I have not one sociopathic friend, but two.
3. I love London with all the history and would love to go back.
4. My High School Geometry teacher always thought I was high. It was after all the last period of the day.
5. I have a duel BA degree in Accounting and Finance.
6. My dream is to live in the mountains away from the city, not necessarily in a yurt.
7. I've known my bestest friend for 31 years.
8. When I was little I wanted to be a vet.
List 8 things about yourself, but make one of them untrue.
Let's see if you can guess which is untrue! I'm not a very good liar, so we'll see how this goes.
1. My grandmother is from Australia
2. I have not one sociopathic friend, but two.
3. I love London with all the history and would love to go back.
4. My High School Geometry teacher always thought I was high. It was after all the last period of the day.
5. I have a duel BA degree in Accounting and Finance.
6. My dream is to live in the mountains away from the city, not necessarily in a yurt.
7. I've known my bestest friend for 31 years.
8. When I was little I wanted to be a vet.
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