It’s Friday night, and the moon is right. Gonna have some fun, show you how it’s done, TGIF!*
So I can’t see the moon from my spot at the dining room table, but I do know that it’s finally Friday and “fun” for me is writing, so here I am. I’ve gone round and round trying to think of any one thing I have to say, some way to wrap up this mishmash of unrelated thoughts. It seems to be too late for that, so just watch out…a whole bunch of random comin’ at ya…
This week Bubba discovered that his nose has two holes. And they are both approximately the same diameter as his pointer finger. What a fantastic discovery.
I made a discovery of my own concerning Bubba this week too. On top of the broken (read: decoy) printer sits the real printer. Its shiny green power button attracts Bubba like a mosquito to one of those summertime zapper thingies. He can’t help himself. Well after several stern warnings and my best evil eye, he still didn’t get my message to stay away from it. I warned him one final time that if he touched it, I would put him in the bed (a.k.a. prison). Of course he touched it, so I carted him off to the crib, shut the door, and left him screaming. Well guess what?! Tonight when he tried for the 538th time to crawl under the baby gate and down the steps, all I had to say was the word bed and he stopped. He fretted and pointed and STOPPED. I’m sure there’s some sort of Parenting 101 rule that says not to use their bed as a punishment, just like a teacher’s not supposed to use silent reading as a consequence. But it worked, so heck with the rules.
I broke another parenting rule today. The one that says don’t send your kid off with someone you’ve never met. Maybe it counts that my neighbor knew her, but probably not. Chica went on a walk with a family from the next street over, and ended up at their house having hot chocolate. When I asked Jay if he thought it was a bad idea that I let her go, his response was, “Ah…it’s ok, we’ve got another kid.” Right.
I’m trying something new with my students called Flipping the Classroom. Seriously…like I needed one more new thing in my life. It’s been a huge adjustment, but I’ve had a moment or two where I look around and think, “This is IT!” I’m just hoping for maybe three or four of those moments next week.
Oh…next week….I’m becoming a queen. I get my crown on Monday.
Today Chica got in trouble for hitting another little girl in class. Apparently she just made matters worse by trying to quote Paul. “What I want to do, I do not do. What I do not want to do, my hand just did anyway,” or something like that. Then at dinner she quoted her teacher who says that all kids are just supposed to worry about themselves. She was stuck on the fact that the little girl who told on her for hitting wasn’t just worrying about herself. Oh Chica. (That’s YOUR kid, Jay!)
So, I’m sure there was more I had to say, but I just realized I had dozed off while trying to think of what it was. Friday night….gonna show you how it’s done, all right….in bed before 10:00. Oh yeah.
*P.S. If you recognized that little jingle, you might like this. We laughed out loud over here.