Chica: Her new-found love is shrimp. I think the kid could exist on shrimp and mac and cheese alone. Since school only serves these most favorite foods about once a month, she mostly packs lunch. Emphasis on she. Yay for eight.
Bubba: School lunch. Thank the Lord for one less thing to do in the morning.
Me: Also school lunch. Again…one less thing.
Chica: Upside-Down Magic, a book she got at the book fair. This is slightly better than the Pokemon library book she’s been attached to lately.
Bubba: Pup & Pop. It has been so interesting to observe the differences in how the two of them learned to read. Chica was a whole language girl, guessing most of the words by context and the beginning letter sound. Bubba wants to sound out ev-er-y-th-ing.
Me: Teachers’ Knowledge and Its Impact, an article for my VT class. I’ve wanted to write a blog post all day, but I told myself I had to finish my reflection on this article first. It hasn’t happened yet, but here I am. Oh well.
Chica: Hamilton. Right Hand Man is her most frequent request.
Bubba: Hamilton. While waiting for the bus, he was singing, “I’ll kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. Dadadadadaaaaaa….” Jay sent him off with reminders that this was a line that he could not sing at school. Fingers crossed.
Me: Hamilton. Today may favorite song is Dear Theodosia. “You will come of age with our young nation…”
Chica: Pokemon. I admit I’ve never watched it.
Bubba: Pokemon. Tonight while Jay and Chica made dinner, I asked him to explain it to me. I heard about gyms and battles and the league and…well….that’s pretty much all I got.
Me: Jimmy Fallon clips on YouTube.
Chica: She’s going to make her Halloween costume. We’ve got one more day to figure that out. Ugh.
Bubba: Yes to more things. Like this week he said yes to helping me sort recycled materials at school. We spent an entire hour working together happily. Who is this new kid?
Me: I’m going to run the RNUTS. Yes, I’m pretty sure I AMNUTS.
Chica: The violin. When I remind her.
Bubba: Anything his buddy Westin is playing. I love our sweet neighbors.
Me: The how-long-can-I-keep-my-house-picked-up game. I’m going on one week. Chica asked me if this was a record.
Chica: She will finish her Girls on the Run 5K next month. I am amazed at the confidence she has gained by participating in this.
Bubba: We will go anywhere but home every day after school.
Me: I can make it through another week without dropping one of the too many balls I’m juggling. Last week I turned in my homework late. I don’t like that feeling, but, realistically I’m on the other side saying, “So what?” The world keeps turning. I’ll still pass the class. Life happens.
Chica: Focus and responsibility. I’m thankful for her teacher who is incredibly patient and understanding.
Bubba: Ants. We had an oh-so-engaging dinner conversation this week about how many body sections ants have. His teacher is always doing something to get that guy thinking!
Me: How to use tools. Last week it was a band saw. Today I watched Jay use a miter saw, and I’m pretty sure I could do it by myself. Tomorrow I’m going to use a dremel. Sharon Bulson would be proud.