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August 5, 2008Karma and Green Beans
July 27, 2008I sometimes say in respect to certain things that I have ‘paid my dues’. I sometimes invoke Karma. I’m not sure if I’m using any of these phrases properly but what happened this morning tells me that I might.
Mouth full of green beans – talk to the cat – green beans on the floor.
Mouth full of green beans – kiss the Lamb Beanie.
Mouth full of green beans – chew on the snoolie (pacifier) – wipe the snoolie all over face.
Mouth full of green beans – hand shoots out to grab spoon.
Mouth full of green beans – chew on his tiny-bit-loose onesie.
If you’re getting the feeling of a bucking bronco then you know how I handled this.
Wipe off his face, snatch away the bowl, exclaim, snap back the spoon before he grabs it, exclaim, wipe off the snoolie, exclaim…all the while still feeding the boy without learning my lesson and thinking “why are you scuthing me this morning?!?”
And then it happened. Before I had a chance to fill his mouth up again – he sneezed. And I realized the scutching ain’t so bad.
I paid my dues. I dodged a bullet. I garnered some Good Karma. Whatever. I ain’t got no green beans on me.
How To books with a first grader
July 18, 2008During the school year I give my first graders the task of creating their own “How-To” book. They love book-making and the task analysis really gets them thinking about how things work. We read lots of “How To” books to prepare for it and have lots of discussions about how they are written.
(It says HOW TO – I fudged the scanning!)
I was a little hesitant about allowing him to continue. BUT he’s a stinker and I didn’t want to argue with him so I allowed it.
The following are clips of the planning page we use before we dive into book making. Usually this is the place where I will say that their topic is too broad (or too narrow) and I try to steer them toward something they can chew on. The activity is about writing first, task analysis second, choosing a topic notatall. Please be aware that after the ‘materials’ block there is only room for 5 steps.
It started off okay:
This is the materials page. It has a list of all the materials you would need to write. That big blue thing with the beady eyes is a pencil sharpener. Spelled : charpener. Its spelled that way because that is the way he says it. This kid has a thing for charpeners. He stole mine. A nice one. And he never gave it back. I’m not dwelling. Materials page. Check.
Step one and two. Okay, I’m not the least bit surprised that he worked in sharpening the pencil as a whole step. It *does* make sense and did I mention that this kid is obsessed with pencil sharpening? Ask me how he did on Field Day. The second step is kind of a cop out. I shoulda seen the rest coming but when have I been good at signals?
OKay – step three. Remember – there are only five steps. There are too many things wrong with this – I just don’t know where to start. But I’ll tell you that the major problem was accepting the topic in the first place. After that, I tried so hard to make everything fit after….*sigh*
So, for one thing – please ignore the tense. He’s a first grader for Chrissake. Next, I would have a BIG problem with a How To book that simply states “and then you__”. HOW?!?
Steps four and five (may they rest in peace) continued with “and then you write some more” and “and then you write some more”. I shit you not. And now you know why they are resting in peace.
So now we discuss why its important to EXPLAIN how to write. We reread the How To books we modeled. We look at my example again. He reads some of his peers’ work. He TELLS me how to write and what his plans are…..
….and then he sits there for a REAL LONG TIME doing absolutely nothing.
So again we discuss why its important to EXPLAIN how to write. We reread the How To books we modeled. We look at my example again. He reads some of his peers’ work. He TELLS me how to write and what his plans are…..
***this goes on a few more times***
Eventually, he’s good and annoyed at me. Which, in hindsight, is decent payback for stealing my pencil sharpener.
And he turns out this:
Although he was never given the chance to finish it (ahem) the fifth panel would have read “and then your charpen it again”, I’m sure.
P.S. My Cat is Dead (Sorry A.S.!)
July 9, 2008I’m trying to establish a pattern here. I spent a lotta time with kitty in between the time that the doctor checked her vitals and offered me his sympathies and the time when I jostled her body to get it out of the carrier and into her finally resting place….
Now, back track for a moment to the second and final ferret who met her demise a few months ago. She was very, very old and was suffering from a tumor that eventually killed her. (Do you see a pattern? Don’t get sick around my house.) According to my husband, ‘something’ had been digging at her grave. So when he buried kitty he wanted to make sure that this would be her FINAL resting place, indeed. She after I somewhat ceremoniously laid kitty in the bottom of the – well – hole, my husband laid a rather large rock on top of her in an effort to deter thieves.
I will try to tell the rest from my husband’s perspective as he retells the events to his brother – on the phone (I embellish but little – never let the truth get I the way of a good story:
Eek!
June 28, 2008Make up your own mind after you read the petition. They want to bring legislature against home births. I ain’t all that crunchy but it should be a choice, no? This is how it starts…
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June 25, 2008I call the insurance co. The nice lady there tells me that – yes, they sent us a check, yes, they know its not cashed, and she realizes that the insurance didn’t pay the full amount and she thinks she can appeal it. For two seconds I thought “who cares that they didn’t pay the full amount” and then thought ‘with our luck – the hospital would bill us the balance’ (yes, I *do* know about insurance adjustments). So I told her go ahead and throw it into review.
Called back Ms. A. Now I have a fussing baby in my arms.
Ms. A: Okay – I’m going to need proof that you have the check.
Me: I don’t have the check YET – they know that the old one they sent wasn’t cashed blah blah blah
Ms. A: I need some kind of proof- (this went back and forth for some time – she insisting that I send her a copy of the check – me explaining that I never got the old check and the new one has yet to arrive.)
Me: I need to know if you are putting the collections process on hold.
Ms. A: THATS WHAT I”M TELLING YOU, M’AM – in order for me to put it on hold I need some kind of proof that you got the check from them.
Me: You realize that I’m-
Ms. A: HAHAHAHAHAHHAAA HEEE HEEE STOP! Ahem.
Me: (quietly and very angry) You. Realize. That. I’m. Having. Problems. Offering. You. Proof. Of. Something. That. Hasn’t. Happened. I don’t HAVE the old check and the NEW check will be coming after two weeks.
Ms. A: Oh! Well, why didn’t you SAY so?!? This conversation would have been so much easier if you would’ve offered me that information, ma’m.
Me: Wait, what? I *did –
Ms. A: No you didn’t. I can put a hold on the collections process until you hear from the insurance company…blah blah blah.
What I *didn’t* say and should have was: I DID TELL YOU!! MAYBE YOU WERE GETTING TICKLED AT THE TIME!!!
Is this woman KIDDING me?!?
Happy Father’s Day, Baby!
June 15, 2008Dear Husband,
May 15, 2008Do not wake me in the middle of the night to ask me “What was that?”. If there WAS something, I would only be useful for crying and hiding behind something. On nights when I have parent conferences late into the evening the next night, waking me up in the middle of the night will only make me grumpy. Don't wake me. Besides, what do you expect *me* to do if you really *did* hear something?? Next time it should go like this:
Me: (groggy) Mmmm….Did you hear something?
You: Yeah, it was an intruder. I shot him. Go back to sleep.
or
Me: (groggy) Mmmmm….Did you hear something?
You: Yeah. A gunshot. Go back to sleep.
or even better:
Me: (groggy) Mmmm….Did you hear something?
You: No. Go back to sleep.
On Tatoos
February 11, 2008January 13, 2008
On Tatoos.
Me: So now that you have a baby are you going to get something in honor of him?
G: Like what? A green gas cloud?
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February 11, 2008
January 13, 2008
G: The baby had a booger in his nose the size of a nickel. It came shooting out of his nose. >examining nipple of bottle, suddenly, very closely<
Me: What are you looking for?!?
G: The booger! I don’t’ know where it went!
Me: So why are you looking at the nipple?!?
G: Well, that’s where it WAS.
Ech. You fed my baby a booger the size of a nickel.