Thursday, June 20, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
So Dylanator started preschool in early January. He LOVES it! He is truly the boss in those halls. Everybody seems to really love him, and he seems to love everybody. He enjoys physical therapy... He is already making an amtryke go by himself! We are on a list to hopefully get an amtryke one of these days... Hopefully it'll just be donated to us, because they are very costly! His teacher texts me pictures randomly of his day to day adventures... If I can figure out how to post the pics here I will. Dylan has a newfound love of cartoons (or "tooooons!!") It's pretty funny to grab the remote during his toooons.... "Noooo!!!! Toons! TOOOOONS!!" (Hey, it's communication. We will take it.)
Little Michael is still enjoying kindergarten. He is becoming quite a reader. We are very impressed. Tomorrow is a professional day, but he is going to hang out at school with me. It must be fun to be the teacher's kid!
I can't really think of anything else that's interesting... We are just busy people who are living the day to day... Wake up, go to school/work, come home, do dinner, get folks ready for bed, rinse and repeat. What's happening with you?
Not sure where the pics will show up, but here is Dylanator with a giant dog, Dylanator with marker all over his face, Dylanator at his school dance, Michael smiling hugely, and Michael and me in a snapchat.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Wait, say what?! I thought you held him back and had him do a second year of preschool?! (Said no blog reader.... Just go with me, folks, k?)
As you may know, my son was attending a private preschool for the second year in a row... A rather pricey little place that we felt was the best place for him. It had small classes, an experienced teacher that ran the thing.. The works.
Until I picked up my son one Friday afternoon and found out that the experienced preschool teacher had been making fun of my son and his speech. (He has a habitual stammer... And can I just throw in that it has nearly disappeared since I pulled him? Hmm.) Comments were made like "he's not right in the head" and "there's something wrong with him."
No, there's something wrong with YOU, lady, for saying such things! If you've never met little Michael, you truly are missing out on a funny (sometimes intentionally, sometimes not), intelligent, sweet little boy (with an ornery side to match). There is nothing "wrong with him." He is absolutely "right in the head."
Do I even need to mention that I pulled him from the school THAT DAY?!
By the following Tuesday, he was happily enrolled in the school where I teach, in a lovely new teacher's classroom where she is loving, fair, and kind... AND accepting of my little man and his super youngness (which was the idea behind the whole holding back thing... To give him a grow up year).
There are so many things I want to say to the experienced preschool teacher... So many things unbecoming of a lady or a fellow professional.... But honestly, I will summarize it with this-- don't mess with the queen of the world or her children. Ever.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Remember my last post? The one with my classroom pictures? Did you notice that everything in that room was third grade? Cursive, multiplication, five hardback textbooks in each desk, names taped to the tops of the desks, third grade overviews on reach desk...the whole nine yards. Everything was ready. The parents and kids were showing up for the meet and greet at 5PM. Twas the night before the first day of school.
And then, I got moved back to first grade at 4:45PM.
So, I met and greeted parents and their 6 year olds in my third grade classroom, explained everything, then called reinforcements (big M) to come help me change 3rd into 1st. And we did our best.
So this morning, I had 26 six-year-olds sitting in a-little-too-tall desks...cursive gone and print back up, multiplication gone and number charts back up, third grade mature stuff gone, primary stuff back up.
And we had a great time today.
Lemons, ya know?