Getting a little sentimental.... please excuse me.

Please excuse me, while I have a little "Sentimental" moment!! I was just realizing that this time three years ago, I was still pregnant with my youngest son. And he's almost three (in about two weeks) and I just want to start crying whenever I see him this little. My how time has flown. This is my 2 year old when he was about 1 month old. (Give or take)

I may or may not ....

So check it out!! It's Tuesday!!
Not really a big deal, heck I don't know that it ever is except ...

that I may or may not have grabbed the soy sauce and started squeezing some into the french toast mixture before I realized I meant to grab the vanilla which was sitting right beside it.

I may or may not have spent nearly 2 hours in a bath reading a book, while my boys were happily playing together and watching a few shows.

I may or may not have eaten left over lasagne for lunch today.

I may or may not have ambitions to totally get my house clean.

I may or may not have stayed up till 1am and woke for the day at 6:30am and probably won't get a nap during the day.

I may or may not go grocery shopping with two little boys.

I may or may not be looking forward to Thursday. (Girls Day Out)

I may or may not be contemplating a hair cut and color change.

I may or may not actually do it.

I may or may not have submitted the yearbook before the deadline, to discover through someone else, that I had a typo on a sponsor ad.

What are your may or may nots?

Fireflies...my girls are nuts about it.

Okay so I can't help it, I finally came across this song, which my girls have been going nuts over... not sure why, I've heard the song too, but can't quite figure out why they like it so much.  Must be an age thing... right??    Or am I completely missing the picture??  Let me know what you think.

Wordless Wednesday

Trying to let them be creative with their play.  They piled all the cushions and then gathered bed pillows from around the house, and were jumping onto them from the couch.  And luckily for me, they cleaned up the mess before we had to leave to pick up the girls from school.  My kids, sure know how to be creative, and have HUGE imaginations. (most of the time).   

Taking the higher road.... a lesson learned.

Do you ever have occasion to meet the

Teacher people, that for some reason

or another just seem to "ERK" you just so?

Well, I was having one of those times,

over the course of the last several weeks.

The teacher is that of a Musical nature,

but also teaches Saxon math to a group of

students.

I was so close, and I'm not kidding,

to writing a NASTY letter to the administration

saying how this teacher isn't doing her job, and

seriously is "failing" my daughter in her educational

pursuit of acquiring such skills in a mathematical

nature that will enable her to get to college,

and upon graduation will probably not use a lick

of ....

Oh wait, let me get back on track, as I was saying

my child was frustrated with having to do homework for

this particular class, and would even start screaming

at the top of her lungs that she didn't want to do it.

And then commence into tears, and all out crying because

she claims it is too hard. So to try and be a "Good" mom,

I just tried to encourage, but seriously she wouldn't budge.

So that was that!
No homework tonight, turned into
27 
or so

MISSING
assignments.  

(there goes my Mother of the year award) 
YIKES!!! 
WHAT??!!

So since this week just happens to be Parent Teacher Conferences

which really are just a time for Parent and Child to go to the

school to "TALK" about what could have taken place at home.

I've only gone through one conference so far, and I had like

ZIPPO interaction from the teacher, except for him to tell me,

that that student is at an 8th grade reading level. AWESOME!!!

But seriously, after that conference I walked to the

other end of the school to see if I could talk with

that TEACHER whom I was getting
frustrated with almost everyday.

She happily let me talk with her RIGHT then, about the

situation, and let me ask some questions, that might

have been borderline offensive if she wasn't the

great teacher, that I came
to find out, she actually is.  I seriously wondered
what they spent all their time in class doing?  So I
was bold and just asked her, so she walked me through
a random lesson plan on her laptop, and I was
having a complete change of heart for this TEACHER.

She made sure to tell me that she loved my child. And
thought that she was an absolute joy to have in class.
And asked me to pass on that my child is doing absolutely
great for where she is at!!! 

So I feel reassured in my daughters educational

pursuits once again. And am now out to figure

out how we can qualify to "accomodate" her. She

isn't the fastest child in the class on her math facts,

but what she does get answered, is very accurate!!

Another fact to know, this daughter is like the YOUNGEST

in her grade, and the class is combined 2nd and 3rd graders.

She has started feeling like she isn't as good as the others

and this I believe is the reason why she isn't wanting to

do the homework anymore.

She is a fairly normal child, but the problem 

actually comes from having to answer so many 

fact problems (mulitiplication, subtraction, addition) 

in a given set of time, and after that time is up, 

you count how many are right.  And that is the score. 

So if you have 100 problems and you only answer 60 of 

them, and you miss one, that would equal 59/100 

See where I'm going? 

All the problems she answered were correct, but because 

she isn't FAST, she gets penalized.  And this is making 

her feel like she isn't any good.  (I want to cry for her now) 

So after talking with the teacher we feel it best to 

find a way to accommodate  her and her "special" need. 

That way she can feel good about herself. 

I'm glad I decided to approach this situation head on, 

instead of taking the cowardly approach through 

a letter.  I feel better, the teacher feels better, now 

if we can get my child's grade better....

Everyone will be happy.