Last night was Lovely's 3rd Grade Open House. It's amazing--I never once attended an open house when I was in school, but I always go to my children's. Each child had a job to tell the parents about at various stations around the room. I really like the new building the girls moved into; the classrooms are so much larger so we didn't feel squished as we moved about the room. I still know most of the kids in Lovely's class. They added a 2nd 3rd grade to the school this year, but there are still only 5 boys in Lovely's class and 15 girls...whew!
So far, school is a love-hate relationship with Lovely. She loves it and loves her teacher one day, and the next day she tells me she's ready to homeschool again. She is learning a lot, but I can tell she's extremely stressed. She forgets her homework, her planner, her folder, her lunch...anything and everything. I'm hoping it gets easier as the year progresses, but we'll see. I have reservations about 4th grade, so I'm not sure what we'll be doing yet. Her current teacher probably thinks I'm crazy. Lovely came home with a worksheet on fragments & complete sentences that had one question marked wrong: "Put the backpack on the couch." Well, yes, it is a complete sentence (imperative) when looked at individually. However, it was part of a story that involved a child putting a toad in his/her backpack, and there was no one to receive the order, so therefore, it was missing the "I" part of the sentence. Instead of emailing the teacher, I found the answer sheet online, which also said Lovely was wrong. So, as any grammar nut would do, I emailed the worksheet company and explained the situation. I received an email the following day saying they added "I" to the sentence. Mission accomplished. Craziness achieved.
Snugglebug still loves school. She does her school work herself most of the time, which can be problematic since she doesn't always give it to me to check, so I don't know it's there. Thus far, she's still gotten A's on everything.
Meanwhile, I've had one more doctor appt. I haven't gained anymore weight, although as S put it, I definitely have a preggo belly now. I'm still battling blood sugar levels. What's crazy is I can eat things that never messed it up last time, but it goes crazy this time. Then, I can eat a cookie (like last night) and I have the best levels I've had in weeks. Crazy. I have another appt. in two weeks.
Laeah has been smiley as usual. I just wish I knew the recipe of creating this happy baby; she is honestly the happiest baby I have ever seen in my life. She still crawls most places, but stands up everywhere, and I noticed her taking a few extra cruisin' steps today. She gets bored with food easily, so she prefers what we eat as much as possible, which has a bit more variety. She still says Da-Da most of the time, which is irritating to some degree...and she grabs Snugglebug's nose, pulls her face down to her, and gives her a great big kiss. I watch L give Snugglebug 14 kisses last night. Me? One. Ah well, at least I got one!
Oh, school started for me this past week as well. My 131 students are soooo quiet that it's driving me crazy. My 231 students talk and talk and talk...they're pretty awesome thus far. I drop off the girls at school, drop Laeah at my mom's, and head to school at 9 a.m. I leave for home at 12:15 p.m. Who can beat that work day? Especially since it's only two days/week? Speaking of school, I need to create a few more lesson plans...
Crafts, Kids, Cooking, and Class.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Summer Creations
If you have girls, you know how exasperating headbands can be at all times. Constantly falling down, breaking, being stepped on (ouch!)...So, I decided to create a headband holder. I saw one at a friend's house, but it stands, and we just don't have that kind of space. Instead, I attached velcro to the back of the one below and velcroed it to the top bunk. Ta da!
Next, I set out to sew a skirt for Lovely. My sis-in-law is a master seamstress, so she brought her serger over (sp?), and although I set out to do more, I admit, she did most of the work. At least I did a descent job of picking out material, cutting, and sewing the ends of each tier together! Hopefully, we'll be working on Snugglebug's skirt soon.
After the master seamstress left, I felt inspired to create a hair barrett to surprise Lovely, so I gathered some fabric, did a few stitches, and glued it to a barrett. She was very excited!
Now, off to create a syllabus while Laeah takes a morning nap! By the way, she now claps, sometimes says "yay!" and "hi," and is still her goober self :)
All I did was:
- Measured the circumference of a headband
- Sewed a tube of fabric, leaving a 1.5" opening for stuffing (I decided on velcro afterwards--I would have attached it at this stage had I realized).
- Gathered the ends and stitched shut
- Added ribbon for decoration (and it holds extra hair do-dads.
Next, I set out to sew a skirt for Lovely. My sis-in-law is a master seamstress, so she brought her serger over (sp?), and although I set out to do more, I admit, she did most of the work. At least I did a descent job of picking out material, cutting, and sewing the ends of each tier together! Hopefully, we'll be working on Snugglebug's skirt soon.
After the master seamstress left, I felt inspired to create a hair barrett to surprise Lovely, so I gathered some fabric, did a few stitches, and glued it to a barrett. She was very excited!
Now, off to create a syllabus while Laeah takes a morning nap! By the way, she now claps, sometimes says "yay!" and "hi," and is still her goober self :)
Thursday, August 15, 2013
What a Beautiful Baby
I recently saw a clip about a woman who was told to leave a cafe and only return if she left her children behind--all because they left too big of a mess on the floor. The children were 1 and 3, and I wondered what 1 year old has the pristine manners of a well-groomed adult, even though the restaurant claims to be kid friendly. I seriously doubt their claim.
I admit, I am a restaurant-aholic. I don't enjoy cooking much while pregnant because nothing tastes good to me, and I'm just plain tired. (I made dinner tonight--it was all right.) Anyway, I read another post tonight about restaurants to which you just don't take your kids. Apparently, I defy reason, hauling my brood of three and my bulging belly into restaurants. And yet, I've been complimented several times lately about my well-behaved children. A baby? In a restaurant? I have to say, Laeah is extremely well-behaved (although very talkative in her baby language), but demands the attention of everyone within eyesight, all so she can give them a huge grin. I forgot how many complete strangers will talk to you because you have a smiling baby. Oh, and my portable, table-attaching high chair (that I will never voluntarily dispose of because it's just plain handy and only has my baby germs, no one else's); people always have to comment on how neat the chair is.
Now, on an almost completely different note, Laeah has begun pulling up, standing, and taking tiny, tiny steps around the table. She still gives kisses. She demands attention if you're not giving it to her. Oh, and the kicker. Our conversation the other day:
Me: "Say Mama."
Laeah: "Da-da."
Me: "Say Mama."
Laeah: "Da-da."
Because this is the third time of this happening, and because she's being a little stinker, I'm feeling a bit frustrated. Tonight she yelled "MA!" but that's the closest she comes, the little stinker. Oh, how I love the little stinker :) Did I mention when I put her on the floor, she crawls around and sets all four brakes on the high chair, and then smiles and snorts at me? All because she knows I don't want the brakes on. Well, at least that's my interpretation of it!
In other news, both the older two are loving school, learning, and their teachers. Lovely still shows a high level of anxiety, though, worrying about everything. I think that works havoc on her digestive system, so I guess I'm going to have to look into anxiety relief. For example, she came home the other day and cried because the teacher told them about the IRead test that if they don't pass, they aren't allowed to move on to 4th grade. The thing is, Lovely scored in the 91st percentile for reading on her tests last year, so why the worry? I told her how great that was, but that doesn't calm her. Have I mentioned 3rd graders appear to know everything and their mom's know nothing? lol
Also, I found a message on the answering machine asking that I call the doctor's office. I had my glucose test the Tues. before last, so I have the feeling this relates to it. I hate that test. And now, I have the feeling all sugar will be banished from my life for the next...17 weeks. Ugh. The good news lately? I finally felt kicking on the outside of my belly the night before last :)
I admit, I am a restaurant-aholic. I don't enjoy cooking much while pregnant because nothing tastes good to me, and I'm just plain tired. (I made dinner tonight--it was all right.) Anyway, I read another post tonight about restaurants to which you just don't take your kids. Apparently, I defy reason, hauling my brood of three and my bulging belly into restaurants. And yet, I've been complimented several times lately about my well-behaved children. A baby? In a restaurant? I have to say, Laeah is extremely well-behaved (although very talkative in her baby language), but demands the attention of everyone within eyesight, all so she can give them a huge grin. I forgot how many complete strangers will talk to you because you have a smiling baby. Oh, and my portable, table-attaching high chair (that I will never voluntarily dispose of because it's just plain handy and only has my baby germs, no one else's); people always have to comment on how neat the chair is.
Now, on an almost completely different note, Laeah has begun pulling up, standing, and taking tiny, tiny steps around the table. She still gives kisses. She demands attention if you're not giving it to her. Oh, and the kicker. Our conversation the other day:
Me: "Say Mama."
Laeah: "Da-da."
Me: "Say Mama."
Laeah: "Da-da."
Because this is the third time of this happening, and because she's being a little stinker, I'm feeling a bit frustrated. Tonight she yelled "MA!" but that's the closest she comes, the little stinker. Oh, how I love the little stinker :) Did I mention when I put her on the floor, she crawls around and sets all four brakes on the high chair, and then smiles and snorts at me? All because she knows I don't want the brakes on. Well, at least that's my interpretation of it!
In other news, both the older two are loving school, learning, and their teachers. Lovely still shows a high level of anxiety, though, worrying about everything. I think that works havoc on her digestive system, so I guess I'm going to have to look into anxiety relief. For example, she came home the other day and cried because the teacher told them about the IRead test that if they don't pass, they aren't allowed to move on to 4th grade. The thing is, Lovely scored in the 91st percentile for reading on her tests last year, so why the worry? I told her how great that was, but that doesn't calm her. Have I mentioned 3rd graders appear to know everything and their mom's know nothing? lol
Also, I found a message on the answering machine asking that I call the doctor's office. I had my glucose test the Tues. before last, so I have the feeling this relates to it. I hate that test. And now, I have the feeling all sugar will be banished from my life for the next...17 weeks. Ugh. The good news lately? I finally felt kicking on the outside of my belly the night before last :)
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