My daughter’s science assignment is to come up with analogies for the parts of a cell. My husband is helping her with ideas like a factory and an assembly line. I’m in the kitchen yelling my own suggestions: “gun runners, the Nazi regime, Read the rest of this entry
Here’s something months-old from my draft folder. It’s all I have the energy for. My youngest is six, so I am very surprised to find myself in the woes of a first trimester all over again. I’ve not been so attentive of mine or other’s blogs lately. Please forgive me.
Girl Student (teary eyed): My finger really hurts…
Me (blowing a kiss onto her finger): There we go! When I taught kindergarten a couple years ago, every time I blew a kiss on someone’s owie then it healed VERY soon. My students said my boo-boo kisses were like magic! I sure hope I still have my touch!!
Girl Student (rubbing her finger): Nope. You don’t have it anymore.
My youngest loves cats and kittens. A recent visit to the library netted her this book, which became our bedtime “story.”
Ridiculously cute, am I right?
For kicks and giggles, I was subtly adding words in my “reading voice.”
For instance (not a direct quote from the book): “Cats are fun and playful just like Momma.”
“Cats are beautiful and smart just like Momma.”
Then my husband walks in and says, Read the rest of this entry
Now calm down. I’m not about to insult The Duke. I grew up on John Wayne movies, including this one mentioned in a comment someone kindly left in the Add Your Own Story section of this blog. Check it out:
Last night we finished watching The Quiet Man with John Wayne.
6 Yr old son: Papa, that movie is going to give me nightmares.
Papa: What part?
6 Yr old son: What’s a nightmare?
Papa: Bad dreams that scare you.
6 Yr old son: Never mind… I’ll be okay.
Too cute, right?
I responded to this by thanking the person for evidently thinking of me shortly after it happened. He responded: Read the rest of this entry
This little operation was well under way by the time I got wind of it. They had a blast, and Punzie worked for her food for a change.
For the record, those are sunflower seeds, honest! Read the rest of this entry
We took to the girls to school to watch Star Wars on the classroom’s big pull down screen because if you’re going to watch Star Wars for the first time, you can’t watch it on our tiny tv at home.
It started as a run-of-the-mill laundry sorting, which led to an underwear fight, which I may or may not have taken part in. (There are no witnesses. I deny everything.)
And it somehow culminated in this lovely addition to my wall candle decoration.
My husband missed dinner because a work meeting ran long. As I was serving our youngest her food she said, “It feels like Dad died.”
“That’s a sad thing to say!”
She looked down, thought about it for a while, and then changed her statement to Read the rest of this entry
My sweet, darling, adorable red-headed six-year-old, E, never ceases to astound me. But not always for good reason.
Here’s an exchange between her and her older sister, L, while they stirred up strawberry jello.
E: It’s blood.
L: No, it’s a flood.
E: It’s a flood of blood.
L: No, it’s a strawberry flood.
E: It’s a flood of strawberry blood.
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I just came across this facebook post of mine from a couple years ago. It still cracks me up so I thought I’d share:
Phonics and spelling assessment for one child + math unit review for another = Momma gets to have a little a-d-d-i-t-i-o-n to her lemonade today!
= temporary relief from insanity
Remember, faithful readers, when my oldest came up with a handy excuse for her spelling mistakes, ala “a letter was missing because it wasn’t invited to the word party,” or the quotation marks were so low because “they had rocks in their boots”?
The latest came when the printer was running low on ink and the bottom halves of a few lines were faint to non-existent. My daughter said Read the rest of this entry