Miss M didn't fill out any Valentine's for the first time. One of her friends brought her a Valentine though, and she got plenty of Valentines from her parents and grandparents.
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D filled out her Valentines the day she brought home her class list which was more than a week before Valentine's Day. She was pumped to participate this year. She insisted on filling in her friends' names and her own name in the "from" spot. I was allowed to place the tattoos in the spots provided. We got to her teacher's Valentine and she chose the design carefully. Then I began to spell out her teacher's name slowly, just as I had for all the students' names in the class.
"M...R....S..." She cut me off there with a stern look.
"Mommy!" she reprimanded. "Her name is Kim. I am just going to write Kim."
How ridiculous of me to think she'd write out a whole last name when she could write 3 letters!
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K Man was like Mr. Incredible of the Valentine world this year.
Me: Don't you think you should start writing your Valentine's? This is Monday and Valentine's Day is on Friday.
Him: I've still got time.
Me: Okay it's Tuesday now so you only have tonight, tomorrow night and Thursday to write out the Valentines.
Him: I've still got time.
Me: Okay so Valentine's Day is tomorrow. It's 4:30 now and you go to
bed at 8. We should probably get those Valentines written out.
Him: I've still got time.
We finally compromised and he wrote his name on 25 Valentines. No names
in the "to" box. Still a lot of writing for the boy with
dysgraphia...which is why I wanted him to start earlier so he could
spread out the time. But, you know, he still had time.
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Happy Valentine's Day!
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Cool Zebras Revisited
D: (pointing to my "girls" or "zebras") That's where the babies drink, right?
Me: Yep.
D: Do you still have babies in there.
Me: Uh, no.
D: Then why do you still have them?
Me: Yep.
D: Do you still have babies in there.
Me: Uh, no.
D: Then why do you still have them?
Monday, February 7, 2011
I Was Blogging About Not Being Able to Blog and a Blog Post Came Out
I've been having trouble writing lately...which is probably pretty obvious from the lack of regular blog posts around here. Though I'm not sure there are too many people that still read here anyway.
The symptoms show up periodically throughout the year...that nasty virus called writer's block. It happens when I neglect to feed the inner writer...the reader. The last two books I read were not at all difficult reads. They weren't inspiring. I didn't think much about them. They were fluff and they've stifled my voice. I write best when I read great writing...come to think of it, I think I write best when I read great writing online. Some of the best writing I've read, the words that have touched me the most, inspired me the most, made me cry...has been on blogs. And I've been a terrible blog friend for several months now. I haven't been reading. Well, I've read a random post here and there but for the most part I don't know what these inspiring people, many of whom I've come to consider friends, have been up to lately.
Gah! I'm boring myself, blogging about not blogging, writing about not being able to write.
Then there are those moments when I have my little D in my arms while she is supposed to be going to sleep (yes, I lay with my daughter while she goes to sleep...I do a lot of things "wrong" and I don't care.) and I weave perfect sentences in my mind that will help me remember just how beautiful and sweet she is at this moment in time. She removes her pacifier to throw her arms around me and plant a kiss on my lips. She tells me "wuv you too Mama" in anticipation of my response. As I leave the room after I put her in her crib, she calls to me "have good sweeper Mama."
Almost every day I see my exuberant, handsome, full-of-love little boy exit his school with a gigantic smile for me. He still gives me a big hug right in front of EVERYONE and still lets me kiss him. I imagine the days of this are numbered but I am beyond thankful that my 6 1/2 year old first-grader is still confident enough in himself and who he is that he doesn't care if the other boys might tease him. (I actually suspect many of the boys are a little jealous.) This boy makes me smile and makes my temper flare and then makes me laugh.
My oldest child, Miss M, I am beginning to feel reluctant to blog about. She's 8 1/2 going on 13 (23?) in many ways. With her, especially, it seems that I am no longer blogging about myself if I write about her. But she is beautiful, sassy, smart and fun. I'm never sure where I stand with her each day, a feeling that is echoed in many of her friends at school (one day they'll say hi and wave, the next they pretend they've never seen me before). It is normal, the starting to push away. It stings only a little so far. I can still bring her back. So far. There are still unexpected moments when she catches me in a hard hug and tells me she loves me and thanks me (to which I say what for? For being a super mean mom? 'Cuz that's who I am.) for some small thing. She's full of drama so her newest venture trying out for the school play may be right up her alley. She beats herself up about things that she needn't worry about and I call her on it. She's a worry wart and I don't know when that started (though I suspect it started when those stomach aches she used to have started as well) and I'm desperately sticking my fingers in the holes of the dam.
As for me? I have my good days and bad days, just like you. Though it's usually parts of each day that are good and not so good. Normal. Life. I'm thankful there is nothing really bad going on in my life. (Well, there is and there isn't. Perspective I suppose. The bad is sort of on the periphery for me. Distance helps detach.) I stay up too late at night. I eat too much of the wrong stuff and not enough of the right stuff. I do a lot of things "wrong" and make a lot of mistakes but I know my heart is in the right place and I'm trying to be better. I think that's about all we can do, right?
The symptoms show up periodically throughout the year...that nasty virus called writer's block. It happens when I neglect to feed the inner writer...the reader. The last two books I read were not at all difficult reads. They weren't inspiring. I didn't think much about them. They were fluff and they've stifled my voice. I write best when I read great writing...come to think of it, I think I write best when I read great writing online. Some of the best writing I've read, the words that have touched me the most, inspired me the most, made me cry...has been on blogs. And I've been a terrible blog friend for several months now. I haven't been reading. Well, I've read a random post here and there but for the most part I don't know what these inspiring people, many of whom I've come to consider friends, have been up to lately.
Gah! I'm boring myself, blogging about not blogging, writing about not being able to write.
Then there are those moments when I have my little D in my arms while she is supposed to be going to sleep (yes, I lay with my daughter while she goes to sleep...I do a lot of things "wrong" and I don't care.) and I weave perfect sentences in my mind that will help me remember just how beautiful and sweet she is at this moment in time. She removes her pacifier to throw her arms around me and plant a kiss on my lips. She tells me "wuv you too Mama" in anticipation of my response. As I leave the room after I put her in her crib, she calls to me "have good sweeper Mama."
Almost every day I see my exuberant, handsome, full-of-love little boy exit his school with a gigantic smile for me. He still gives me a big hug right in front of EVERYONE and still lets me kiss him. I imagine the days of this are numbered but I am beyond thankful that my 6 1/2 year old first-grader is still confident enough in himself and who he is that he doesn't care if the other boys might tease him. (I actually suspect many of the boys are a little jealous.) This boy makes me smile and makes my temper flare and then makes me laugh.
My oldest child, Miss M, I am beginning to feel reluctant to blog about. She's 8 1/2 going on 13 (23?) in many ways. With her, especially, it seems that I am no longer blogging about myself if I write about her. But she is beautiful, sassy, smart and fun. I'm never sure where I stand with her each day, a feeling that is echoed in many of her friends at school (one day they'll say hi and wave, the next they pretend they've never seen me before). It is normal, the starting to push away. It stings only a little so far. I can still bring her back. So far. There are still unexpected moments when she catches me in a hard hug and tells me she loves me and thanks me (to which I say what for? For being a super mean mom? 'Cuz that's who I am.) for some small thing. She's full of drama so her newest venture trying out for the school play may be right up her alley. She beats herself up about things that she needn't worry about and I call her on it. She's a worry wart and I don't know when that started (though I suspect it started when those stomach aches she used to have started as well) and I'm desperately sticking my fingers in the holes of the dam.
As for me? I have my good days and bad days, just like you. Though it's usually parts of each day that are good and not so good. Normal. Life. I'm thankful there is nothing really bad going on in my life. (Well, there is and there isn't. Perspective I suppose. The bad is sort of on the periphery for me. Distance helps detach.) I stay up too late at night. I eat too much of the wrong stuff and not enough of the right stuff. I do a lot of things "wrong" and make a lot of mistakes but I know my heart is in the right place and I'm trying to be better. I think that's about all we can do, right?
Monday, January 31, 2011
CZ Vignettes, Or, Kids Say The (Insert Trademarked Title Here)
In the car on the way home from school:
K Man: M, when we get home do you want to PARTY DOWN?
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While talking to my dad on the phone:
Me: D, are you a Fartweasel? (This is my dad's term of endearment for his grandkids.)
D: No, M is.
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M has taken on aluminum can crushing as a way to earn money.
M: It would be nice if you guys (ie us parents) would drink ALL of your pop so I don't get it all over my hands when I'm crushing them.
I'm sensing a bit of a DIVA.
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We're in the car on the way home from the zoo. We're driving a fellow Girl Scout Brownie home with us in our car. The girls have been playing games on my iPad during the trip to and from the zoo.
M: Do you want to play MONPOLY?
Me: Do you mean MONOPOLY?
The car dissolves into giggles.
Me: I think I'm going to call it MONPOLY from now on. I like it better.
**********
We are at the pet store. It's a turn of events I am unprepared for since I thought I was going out to buy a Lego set. K is excited but uncharacteristically in control of himself.
K Man: I think all these fish LOVE me.
Me: I have no doubt of that!
Store clerk: He is so well-behaved. What a nice boy!
Me: Believe me, this is unusual.
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K Man: M, when we get home do you want to PARTY DOWN?
************
While talking to my dad on the phone:
Me: D, are you a Fartweasel? (This is my dad's term of endearment for his grandkids.)
D: No, M is.
************
M has taken on aluminum can crushing as a way to earn money.
M: It would be nice if you guys (ie us parents) would drink ALL of your pop so I don't get it all over my hands when I'm crushing them.
I'm sensing a bit of a DIVA.
*************
We're in the car on the way home from the zoo. We're driving a fellow Girl Scout Brownie home with us in our car. The girls have been playing games on my iPad during the trip to and from the zoo.
M: Do you want to play MONPOLY?
Me: Do you mean MONOPOLY?
The car dissolves into giggles.
Me: I think I'm going to call it MONPOLY from now on. I like it better.
**********
We are at the pet store. It's a turn of events I am unprepared for since I thought I was going out to buy a Lego set. K is excited but uncharacteristically in control of himself.
K Man: I think all these fish LOVE me.
Me: I have no doubt of that!
Store clerk: He is so well-behaved. What a nice boy!
Me: Believe me, this is unusual.
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