28 February 2010

Circuits

Another cold day activity . . . learning a little something about circuits.


For Christmas, Olivia received a Snap Circuits set from Santa.
She didn't ask for it, but somehow Santa knew she loved science and might really enjoy it (isn't he amazing?!).
We finally busted it out and began working on the 300+ experiments included.
Since Chad was required to take a circuits class in college, he was the expert in charge.



She is so serious while she works.




I think she likes it!

27 February 2010

School Frustration

(WARNING: long, wordy post)
I am frustrated with Isaac's school.
Let me give you a little background on Isaac.

He has always done things early . . . earlier than most kids, anyway.
At two weeks, he laughed.  A full, hearty laugh; not the I-have-gas laugh.
He rolled over at two and a half months.  At first I thought it was an accident and that he had just wiggled himself over.  But nope.  I rolled him back and he flipped again, on purpose.
He was army crawling at four and a half months.
It just kept going like this!

Right around his third birthday, I noticed he could read.
And this is the kid who would never sit to listen to more than half a story.  He just wasn't interested in books.
But here we were walking into Home Depot (which we called The Wood Store b/c that's where we bought wood), and he says, "Mom, does that say 'home'?"  I was taken aback.  How could my little man be reading when we hardly ever read together?
In December or January (2-3 months after he turned three), he read Go, Dog, Go! by Dr. Seuss. 
He was in preschool and his teachers were constantly telling me how smart he was and how they've never seen a kid like him.  He was writing words and other peoples names (in addition to his own) when all the other kids were barely doing their own names.


I knew he was smart (obviously) but thought they were just being nice.

Here begins the frustrations.
His birthday falls a mere five (FIVE!) days after the birthday cutoff for North Carolina.  (Note: they have since changed it to Aug. 31, but at the time, it was still Oct. 16).
We naively thought that five days shouldn't make a difference, especially since he was reading chapter books and doing math at a near first grade level.
After a very long, emotional, drawn out process, the answer was a resounding NO.  There was no way they would let him into Kindergarten.  I was beyond angry.  How could a school do this?  How could any person look at this child and think he shouldn't be in Kindergarten?
So, we enrolled him in a local Montessori school.
When I went in to pick him up on the second day, his teacher told me how amazed she was that he could read the word "cool".  I told her that he was reading Magic Tree House at home (when I asked him to b/c he still wasn't into books).  She looked at me and said, "You know that's not normal."  Yes, I knew that wasn't normal.  Normal kids don't teach themselves to read at three either.
Around this time Isaac was also going through a geography phase which was awesome since he was at Montessori.  He could tell you half of the state capitals and point to all of them on the map . . . without names!  Better than most adults, I would assume.

During the Montessori year, he would come home after school and do challenging work with me.  Montessori still wasn't challenging him they way he wanted/needed.
Montessori school year ends, and I spend the summer doing homeschool activities with him.  He reads, answers questions, does math, etc.
We finally get to enroll him into Kindergarten.
Now, the principal knows our situation (though is not sympathetic), but after the intitial Kindergarten evaluation, he is moved into First Grade.

I thought everything would be fine.  We knew this teacher; Olivia had been in her class two years ago.
But it's not fine.
This boy, my boy, is doing Olivia's third grade math.  Not all of it, mind you, because he still has some gaps due to all of the different cirriculums he's had.  However, if the kid can take a 25 problem, 3 minute timed test in MULTIPLICATION at age six and only not finish two (and get all of the ones he finished correct), why is he still having to do one digit addition?  He did three and four digit addition last summer.  I have explained what he's doing at home, and this teacher, for whatever reason, still refuses to move him forward to an appropriate level.  She says, "He has to prove it to me."
I will give her a little credit, as she has given him some "advanced" work.  It's not really advanced.  It's what we did while he was in Montessori. 
She just doesn't get him.  She just doesn't get what he needs.
And to top it off, he got a down slip on Tuesday.  A down slip!  In what?  READING.  Yeah, she says he's not reading on level.  On level being the lowest of the low for first grade (which if you look at the standards is way too low).  REALLY???  "He summarized the story correctly, but wouldn't give supporting details without my having to ask."  That's what she said.  I'm not an elementary teacher, but this seems a bit outrageous.  He answered your questions correctly?  So, what's the problem? 

I'm very frustrated.
We're having a conference after school on Monday.  Hopefully it will go well, and there will be some resolve.

22 February 2010

Big Foot

I found a pair of sandals on sale (were $10, I got them for $2) for Olivia.
Olivia has huge feet.
She's eight and already wearing a size 4 (and growing so fast!).


Sandals fit differently though.
I've always found that I need a larger size in sandals and slippers, just for comfort and the sliding around your feet inevitably do while walking.

Check out the size:


Can you see it?
It's a 6. 
SIX.
Whoa!
I don't think I wore a six until sixth grade.
Of course, if you look closely, you'll see most of the size comes from her big toe.
Not just big . . . giant toe.
Sorry, baby, that one's from me.
Extra balance, right?
I wonder how large her feet will actually end up.

21 February 2010

Young Love

In January I picked up the kids from school and upon entering the car, Olivia announced that she was married.  Wow!  That was a quick engagement!

She showed me her ring and told me the lucky boy (J*) has a matching band.
Sweetness of sweets.


February 11th, we were arriving home from gymnastics (and a spontaneous trip to WalMart) and were greeted on the porch by a lovely little Valentine's bag stuffed with goodies. 
No tag.  No from whom.  Nothing.
I figured it was not meant for the boys or myself.
Must be for Miss O.
A message on the answering machine from J*'s mom confirmed so much.


This boy is smitten with my girl.
And why not?
She is quite the lovely little lady (though most days I may disagree with that statement).
He calls her.
He sings her songs over the phone.
Gives her rings and Valentines.


He also gave her a box of Hershey's Hugs and Kisses.
I haven't seen Hugs since high school.
They taste so amazing and remind me of a pure, honest time in my life.
Forever holding a most special place in my heart and making my soul happy.
(I wrote her name on the box to insure no one but she ate the goodies inside.)


If this boy is giving my daughter Hershey's Hugs, you can be certain he too is special.
Of course, they are only eight years old.
They still have time.


But you can't go wrong with a lot of Hugs.

20 February 2010

Another Snow Day

We have been extra good this year, it seems.
Two snowfalls within a month of each other!


Not much to say, except it was a good time.
These were much better flakes to play with.


We could roll snowman parts.
Throw snowballs -- no pictures of that, but rest assured, I rocked that game.




Even the Noobs got involved.
OK.  It's really just because he's sneaky and fast and slipped out the door.
He didn't much care about the snow.  He was in it for the grass. 
Real grass.
The kind that you mow every week or so.


This snow was exceptionally nice because it did not stick to the streets.
So the afternoon was free to go places without fear of the crazy drivers.



The sun started coming out and the melting began.
In fact, the snowmen were never completed because they were melting too fast and wouldn't hold together.
So we threw snowballs at them until they finally collapsed.

17 February 2010

An Afternoon in the ER

Last Tuesday Olivia and Isaac were tracked out, and Ezren didn't have preschool that day.
I was sewing (of course), and they were upstairs playing nicely.
Or so I thought.

I had just finished a project and was getting ready to make lunch when I heard a very loud thump.
Wait.  Listen.
"MOM!  Oh no, Ezzy, you need to . . . MOM!  That's a lot of blood!"
So many visions ran through my mind.
Bones sticking out of arms,
Missing teeth,
Gaping wounds on the cranium.
Do I need to call 911?
At least I heard screaming, no one's unconcious.

I walk to the stairs (which looks like a crime scene with bloody hand smears down the wall and a nice blood trail from the bedroom) and see Ezren and Olivia coming down.
Ez was squirting blood from his chin.  And screaming which made the bleeding look worse.
I knew instantly what had happened. 

Grabbed Ez, laid him on the kitchen floor, put a paper towel to his chin and applied pressure.
Olivia was watching the whole event, so I asked her what happened.
"Ezren was jumping on the bed and slipped and fell on his chin." 
No kidding.  And he was wearing footy pjs (you know, the kind that used to have little traction dots but have been worn so many times, it now functions as ice skates).

I have no insurance card.  Great.
Have Olivia apply pressure to Ezren't face.
Make a phone call to get the insurance card.  Or at least the numbers.
Get dressed (because we weren't going anywhere that day, why get dressed, right?).
By this time Ez has stopped screaming.
Get in the car and go to the Urgent Care Center up the road.

Wait for what feels like forever.
Check out Ez's wound myself -- I love this stuff. 
It's a big wound.  One inch long, half inch wide.  Fat coming out. 
The Dr. takes his time and then says that Ez might need internal stitches and that we'll have to go to the ER.

Nice.
We still haven't eaten lunch.
Good thing Chad's dad rescues us and takes Olivia and Isaac home for lunch while Ez and I drive to the ER.

The ER was pretty empty, thank goodness.
The nurses were nice and naturally thought Ez was just the cutest thing ever.
He never cried or really even made any noises. 
That's my boy.
Turns out, he did not need internal stitches, so I don't know what was up with the Urgent Care doctor.
All said and done, Ez got five blue stitches under his chin. 
The nurses told him he was the bravest patient they had seen all year and that he could have two prizes and a sticker.
Big deal to a four year old!

Here he is a few days later pointing to the stitches (he wouldn't let me photo him the day of).


Close up . . .



So smug.


On Wednesday, the day after the incident, I caught Ezren "ice skating" in socks on the wood floor.
I reminded him of a need to be safe and that if he wasn't his stitches might break open, and we'd have to go back to the hospital.
Ez's reply?
"But Mom, I'll get more prizes!"
I have a feeling this won't be the last trip to the ER I take!

13 February 2010

Things to do in January when it's Cold Outside

You can create a jumping obstacle course while your mom scrubs the floor on her hands and knees . . .










You can try to sneak up on your mom . . .


You can dance with your brother on top of the dining room table . . .


You can build mini Lego sets that Oma sent in the mail (awesome!) . . .





You can play a game of Scrabble with your dad . . .

See the disheartened look on Chad's face?
Not coming up with any good words will do that to you.


Oooo, Dad, that's not a very good word . . .


I don't think we have very good letters either.
Maybe we should ask Mom for help.


See that first 36? 
That's where I stepped in and gave a nice "EQUIP" with the "q" placed on a triple letter square.
Oh yeah.
Later on they got the Z and lots of those nice four point tiles. 
This is not the final score.


The final score was 292 (kids) to 193 (Chad).
Good times!


07 February 2010

Winter's Triple Threat

The Weather Channel had been predicting (at 100% chance no less) that it was going to snow a big major snowstorm in the Carolinas. 
Friday night it did in fact start to snow light, little snowflakes.
We went out and caught a few on our tongues before sending the kids to bed.

In the morning we found about 3 inches on the ground. 
And sleet coming down on top of that.
Lovely pellets of ice raining on us. 
Hurts so good, right?  Ha!

After a hour getting ready we went out.

The neighbor's dog, Jewels, was out and ready. 
She was so excited to see the kids.
Now she had someone to play with and knock over!



As I've previously said, we don't have a sled.
It seems a bit unnecessary when you only get enough snow to sled on maybe once a year.
This year we busted out the boogie board.
Snow is just frozen water, so it should work the same, right?





Isaac was pretty into the snow this year.


After playing in the front yard for a while, we moved to the back yard. 
Zelda and Jewels went crazy with each other!




Zelda loves the snow!
She ran and jumped and ate it.
Check out the slinger across her face with snow on her snout.
After we went in, she slept the rest of the day.


The kids discovered a big pile of snow at the bottom of their slide.
What's a kid to do but slide into it?



I love snow!