(psst… thanks BruceBruceBruce for the 24-70… here are my first images from my new/used lens)
This boy of mine cracks me up. All. The. Time. And he wants to crack up his classmates. All. The. Time. Because of the latter, we’ve been getting notes from the teacher on a regular basis. His latest offense is sharpening his pencil… he breaks it so that he’ll have to get up and sharpen it. That’s not the problem (so much), but on his return to his desk, he fake-trips down the aisle. Not once, not twice, but three times in ONE trip, causing disruption of the class with giggles and guffaws. That’s my boy, my funny little boy.
So the teacher gives the kids warnings up on the board. You’d think this was embarrassing, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. [For those who don’t know him, I should explain that he’s a gooood kid, not violent, kind and helpful, talks cleanly and is a favorite among his peers and leaders. He’s a sweet boy who loves to snuggle, draw, create and explore.] At a certain point he’ll have to suffer some minutes from recess to stay in class and be put to work (which he LOVES doing) and writes up his own note about his behavior for us to sign and return.
Today’s read (spelling intact):
I owed recess because
I cept draking my pencil
(his b’s and d’s get mixed up).
I think I can improve by
not having to get this sheet ever agian.
(His previous couple notes home read:
I think I can improve by
not doing it agian.)
We’ve emailed the teacher and I stopped by the school and talked to her AND his last year’s teacher to show that we’re committed to nipping this in the bud and finding a way for him to express his personality without disrupting the class and causing havoc for the teacher.
Another funny about him today was his spelling test practice.
Instead of DIDN’T he spelled
DI N’T and I couldn’t help but
go into
Ebonics and say
with some sass,
“Oh NO you DI N’T!”
We laughed and he eventually got the proper spelling down pat :)
And this little girl, she just warms my heart. I’m going to have a handful of somethin’ with her later, but so far she’s happy as a clam at 1/2 day kindergarten. As she gets off the bus at the end of her day, the entire bus of her classmates shout their farewell’s and she pops her hand up in the air in a quick traditional princess wave without looking back :)
THIS little stinker on the other hand… she’s REAL cute, but REALLY noisy when she spies something move outside our windows. She’ll perch herself at the back door and tennis-style watch for runners or dog walkers (the occasional horses too) to pass on the trail that runs behind our house. Her freak out bark pierces our ears instead of her intent of warning the passersby. We try telling her that they can’t hear her, but she just won’t listen :p
We’re decked out for Halloween, far sooner than anyone else we’ve seen in the neighborhood. We [heart] Halloween!
I thought this was a funny image… our German armoire that’s stuffed with craft supplies and the rack next to it that houses the leftovers. So many projects, so little time. When I look at this picture, I can see so many stories in such a small, little space. The two bunnies, apron, watermelon fabric, glass rocks, two packs of twistable crayons (God’s gift to mothers everywhere), ME pin cushion chair, Longaberger sewing basket, the purple cup, the two tiny containers on top of the paper storage and the chunk of fabric on the top shelf. Oh the stories.
Hey, look… proof that I [heart] Target too!
