I fondly look back on the day when my daughter so proudly ran into the room and exclaimed that she knew how to spell mom: M O O.
I got over that. The theme, however, seems to be a recurring one. The other night, I was putting her to bed. She gently rubbed the side of my face, and in that moment of tenderness, she asked, “Mom, when is your belly going to be small again?”
Ahhh, children.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Odds and Ends
My last post just makes me get all teary, so I have to change the mood and say that I think that boy’s soul has moved into my son a little bit, who has become quite rambunctious lately. Things heard, seen, and said:
Things Heard:
“Get your hands out of Mommy’s pants!”
“Na na Na na na…I’m naked…I’m naked…Na na Na na na!”
“My butt is hot! Don’t touch it!” (in a James Brown voice)
Things Seen:
Naked flips on the bed. Clear view from the rear. Really wish the video camera had film.
Running into the wall at full speed, only to bounce off, land on the floor, overcome the initial stunned feeling, and then giggle uncontrollably. Repeat. (obviously we killed a few brain cells the first time)
Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka hair on a two-and-a-half year-old who’s pretending to be a baby in my arms, giggling wildly while asking me to sing “Rock A-Bye Baby.”
Begging to play in the snow and then crying because it is cold and not pink.
Favorite Comment from Me:
There is no pink snow. God doesn’t make it that way.
No, angels do not come from McDonald’s.
See, you almost poked her eye out.
On the topic of comments, my favorite comments in the classroom this week:
Hmm, tomato soup on the carpet does, indeed, look like vomit.
This classroom is not a democracy. It’s a dictatorship, and the sooner you come to grips with that, the happier we will all be.
What? Who on Earth told you that you would have fun in my class? There’s no fun in this classroom. You must be out of your senses.
My skateboard NEEDS a balloon. (the back story on this one is just too long)
Other miscellaneous note:
Online recipes can be excellent or simply posted to torture the cook. Today is my husband’s birthday, so I decided to make him some jambalaya. The recipe said it made six servings. It ended up taking four hours to cook. It was finally ready at 10:00 P.M. It made a GIGANTIC pot of food. Enough to feed twenty. I had to freeze two-thirds of it. Who’s coming over for jambalaya?
Things Heard:
“Get your hands out of Mommy’s pants!”
“Na na Na na na…I’m naked…I’m naked…Na na Na na na!”
“My butt is hot! Don’t touch it!” (in a James Brown voice)
Things Seen:
Naked flips on the bed. Clear view from the rear. Really wish the video camera had film.
Running into the wall at full speed, only to bounce off, land on the floor, overcome the initial stunned feeling, and then giggle uncontrollably. Repeat. (obviously we killed a few brain cells the first time)
Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka hair on a two-and-a-half year-old who’s pretending to be a baby in my arms, giggling wildly while asking me to sing “Rock A-Bye Baby.”
Begging to play in the snow and then crying because it is cold and not pink.
Favorite Comment from Me:
There is no pink snow. God doesn’t make it that way.
No, angels do not come from McDonald’s.
See, you almost poked her eye out.
On the topic of comments, my favorite comments in the classroom this week:
Hmm, tomato soup on the carpet does, indeed, look like vomit.
This classroom is not a democracy. It’s a dictatorship, and the sooner you come to grips with that, the happier we will all be.
What? Who on Earth told you that you would have fun in my class? There’s no fun in this classroom. You must be out of your senses.
My skateboard NEEDS a balloon. (the back story on this one is just too long)
Other miscellaneous note:
Online recipes can be excellent or simply posted to torture the cook. Today is my husband’s birthday, so I decided to make him some jambalaya. The recipe said it made six servings. It ended up taking four hours to cook. It was finally ready at 10:00 P.M. It made a GIGANTIC pot of food. Enough to feed twenty. I had to freeze two-thirds of it. Who’s coming over for jambalaya?
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The Loss of a Friend
One of the greatest kids I ever knew died last week. He was in the first class I ever taught. He was enthusiastic, genuine, accepting, and an all-around wonderful boy. He could joke around with me in class but was so real that he didn’t cause a distraction or steer others out of line. One Friday night, I was walking through the mall and suddenly someone ran past me, grabbing my purse and zipping ahead. It was this boy. He turned around and laughed, and so did I because he was a good kid, because he had that kind of sense of humor. I liked teaching him. He wanted to learn, even when he struggled.
I haven’t seen him since he graduated eighth grade, but from the comments posted with his article, I can tell that he didn’t change and remained the warm, friendly, happy boy I knew in 1994. Even though I haven’t seen him in many years, I mourn the loss of someone so real. He was a treasure to all who knew him. We will miss him dearly.
I haven’t seen him since he graduated eighth grade, but from the comments posted with his article, I can tell that he didn’t change and remained the warm, friendly, happy boy I knew in 1994. Even though I haven’t seen him in many years, I mourn the loss of someone so real. He was a treasure to all who knew him. We will miss him dearly.
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