Monday, March 31, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
When I returned from a parenting fireside tonight by the Eyres I got Ashlyn from the babysitter and she said "Daddy home?"
"Daddy home SOON?"
"No. Daddy home JUNE."
Poor girl didn't get my rhyming game. I don't have a good answer for her and it makes me so sad. For all she knows her daddy just disappeared forever.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
"Madison loves Bink."
Bink is a kid in her class and all I remember now is that she said it over dinner one night and it went on about how they were going to get married. I hate it when I lose great memories!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
My random thoughts for the night.
Now I need to order prints for the grandparents sent to their respective Wal-Marts for pick up.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
"Nope!" replied Jacob. "We aren't even going to our classes today at all."
I concede they didn't have kid class, but there were 2 hours of speakers they could have gleaned just the tiniest bit from...even a cute kid who spoke to the congregation broadcast across three buildings.
After church I asked for an update from Jacob, "Did you learn anything at church today?"
Shaking his head he said, "Not really."
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Children are swarming. Noise level is loud. Homework questions are being tossed across the kitchen table and I’m trying to field all the requests while keeping Jacob from going back to timeout. His buddy broke his arm today I figured a good idea would be to get him engaged in making cookies for his sad friend.
Ben is asking about shapes and fractions. Madison is reading the lyrics in Ben’s piano books for her reading time (counts as poetry I figure). I tell Jacob to please wash his hands and scrub them as long as it takes to sing the ABCs. I’m constantly telling the kids to write down their thinking in math so we see what they are doing when Jacob calls out, “Can I just do it in my head?” I’m stumped.
“Did you just ask me if you can do it in your head or was that someone else talking?”
“That was me.”
“No. You cannot just wash your hands in your mind.”
“No. I mean sing the ABCs in my head.”
“Ooooohhhhh. That makes a lot more sense. Sure. You can sing in your head.”
Sometimes there is just too much motion for my head to process in this house at homework time. Heaven help us when I have to start cooking dinner amongst all this mayhem again after Gina leaves us!