So, Wil decided to quit preschool. He had been very adamant about not going for several weeks and it go to the point where we just couldn't take it anymore. Rather than just pulling him out, I asked Kerry, his teacher, if we could meet and see if we can figure out what is up with this. She was more than willing, so she met William and I out at our house. We had a really nice visit--he was happy to see her and seemed to enjoy having her there, so I really don't think the problem is her. However, he informed her "Kerry, I quit school".
Kerry and I talked a bit and decided that we would let him think he "quit" but plan to restart in January. In the meantime she will be mailing him homework. Yesterday his first packet of homework arrived, and it occured to me that we seem to have invented correspondence preschool. What's next--online preschool?
This weekend the older 4 kids went to my parents for a visit. I'm not ready t0 foist Zac on them yet, so he stayed with us. He had a babysitter all by himself when I left for work on Saturday (Brian was taking care of some business in Little Falls) and amazingly he did great and really liked her. He can be a fiesty little turd.
Saturday was a girl scout bake sale , held at a craft fair at the middle school. First thing you need to know is I hate crafts. Second thing you need to know is I can't bake (or cook). Third thing you need to know is I'm too stubborn to just have the baker I'm married to do the baking! I tried all week to make bars and I made about 6 batches of concrete. Friday night I decided to make one last desperate attempt and was up til 2 am doing so (arrived home from work at 12 30 mid). Another batch of concrete. I was due to work the bake sale at 9 30 am (alone, because Ana flew the coop on me). So early in the morning I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, got my crabby baby up and dressed, and went to the high school. Where the bake sale wasn't. Went back to the car (crabby baby being crabby) and called another girl scout mom to ask where it was. Redirected to the middle school, we ran over there and arrive 15 minutes after our shift was supposed to start. Keep in mind now that they expected wonderful things from us, being that our family co-owns a semi-famous bakery. So I come schlepping in. The girl scout leader, whom I can't stand, chirps "Oh, do you need help carrying your product in from the car?". Dang, busted. "No," I said truthfully, "Brian is bringing it" (LIE). Then I had to think fast about how i was going to get out of THAT. I decided that Zac and I would run for the bakery (2 blocks away) and package up some brownies because they look generic enough to be possibly home make. We go to the bakery and there was a huge Saturday morning rush going on and we were totally in the way as we stole bars and packaging. Ran back to the middle school with it, squishing it well (so it would look more home made). Arrived---no price marked--no marker available. So there was my contribution--6 plates of 4 brownies each, smooshed flat, no prices. From the owners of Cold Spring Bakery. I proudly follow the girl scout pledge "I promise to lie, and to steal, and to live by the Girl Scout Law"
On the unit at work this weekend we have a guy who is missing a had. So last night I saw him trying to open a toothbrush package and the first thing out of my mouth was "Need a hand?"
His answer? "Nah, it's been 18 years, I'm used to it"
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Gas Man
So today Zac and I visited his oldest siblings at school (while #4 was at HIS school). When we walked into Ana's classroom we were greeted by a gaggle of giggling 9 year old girls gathered to admire Ana's baby brother. There were lots of oohs and aahs...................and then he farted. Loud. Long. Ariana said "ZacaRIah!"
haha good one zaccy.
Then we picked Wil up at preschool and he had written his name for the first time. I looked at the paper he had written on and said "Wow, William, that's awesome!". He nodded demurely before saying "but I'm NOT doing it AGAIN!"
Last night Ben and I settled down to do his bedtime reading, and this time HE picked up the book and started reading. Here is an excerpt of what he read out loud, unassisted, one month into first grade, 1 week into being 6 years old:
"It was Halloween, and there were 18 pumpkins left at (Bartlett's) Farm Stand. The pumpkins looked their very best, because they all wanted to be taken home and made into jolly jack-o-lanterns. The littlest pumpkin had the biggest dreams of all. She saw herself shining in the dark, with ghosts, monsters, witches, and fairies gathered around her singing a Halloween song. And today was the day when all her dreams were going to come true"
I tell ya, I just about about fell off his top bunk. I said "Ben, you can't read like that!". He smiled his smile (looking not unlike a jack-o-lantern himself) and said "actually, I can."
and then he says..."I readed it before to myself and I know what happens. The mouses take her."
He called gramma tonight to tell her to email me at work and have me call him and he would be waiting by the phone. I read the email an hour after gramma sent it (I could see by the time stamp) and I called and sure enough he WAS sitting right there. It must have been very important for him to wait so long, don't you think? It sure was. I'm to pick up buggle gum for him on my way home. An identical message came through an hour later, this time to call William. Same deal. He'd heard another guy was getting buggle gum delivered and wanted to put in an order himself.
Yesterday Wil and Zac and I were in Kohl's and as we went by the lingerie I saw Wil reach out with both hands and grab a bra from the front. The a-softball-in-each-hand look. What do you say to a 4 year old who does that? Well, I guess "No" will suffice, and hopefully it did. It reminded me of Elijah when he was 2; we would have the Sunday paper spread out all over the floor and he would look at the ladies in bras and point at them and smile to Brian.
Obviously these boys were breast fed. I hope they get over it.
Lij wants to know if we can go to Fleet Farm tomorrow so he can see the fishing stuff. No. We are not going to Fleet Farm tomorrow so he can look at fishing stuff.
Ana continues to love to play school and is happy to have a full classroom this year. Zac needs a para though because he can't cooperate well enough. I'll upload pics soon.
haha good one zaccy.
Then we picked Wil up at preschool and he had written his name for the first time. I looked at the paper he had written on and said "Wow, William, that's awesome!". He nodded demurely before saying "but I'm NOT doing it AGAIN!"
Last night Ben and I settled down to do his bedtime reading, and this time HE picked up the book and started reading. Here is an excerpt of what he read out loud, unassisted, one month into first grade, 1 week into being 6 years old:
"It was Halloween, and there were 18 pumpkins left at (Bartlett's) Farm Stand. The pumpkins looked their very best, because they all wanted to be taken home and made into jolly jack-o-lanterns. The littlest pumpkin had the biggest dreams of all. She saw herself shining in the dark, with ghosts, monsters, witches, and fairies gathered around her singing a Halloween song. And today was the day when all her dreams were going to come true"
I tell ya, I just about about fell off his top bunk. I said "Ben, you can't read like that!". He smiled his smile (looking not unlike a jack-o-lantern himself) and said "actually, I can."
and then he says..."I readed it before to myself and I know what happens. The mouses take her."
He called gramma tonight to tell her to email me at work and have me call him and he would be waiting by the phone. I read the email an hour after gramma sent it (I could see by the time stamp) and I called and sure enough he WAS sitting right there. It must have been very important for him to wait so long, don't you think? It sure was. I'm to pick up buggle gum for him on my way home. An identical message came through an hour later, this time to call William. Same deal. He'd heard another guy was getting buggle gum delivered and wanted to put in an order himself.
Yesterday Wil and Zac and I were in Kohl's and as we went by the lingerie I saw Wil reach out with both hands and grab a bra from the front. The a-softball-in-each-hand look. What do you say to a 4 year old who does that? Well, I guess "No" will suffice, and hopefully it did. It reminded me of Elijah when he was 2; we would have the Sunday paper spread out all over the floor and he would look at the ladies in bras and point at them and smile to Brian.
Obviously these boys were breast fed. I hope they get over it.
Lij wants to know if we can go to Fleet Farm tomorrow so he can see the fishing stuff. No. We are not going to Fleet Farm tomorrow so he can look at fishing stuff.
Ana continues to love to play school and is happy to have a full classroom this year. Zac needs a para though because he can't cooperate well enough. I'll upload pics soon.
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