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I'm a wife and mom to three boys. I love everything 80's, anything chocolate and loathes politics. I like to run for fun (preferably NOT in the hot, hot sun)....

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Today Class We Will Be Learning About The Difference Between A Nightgown And A Teddy...

Before I begin let me just say that I loathe homework. I understand the concept of why children are assigned homework and for the most part I don't have any issues with the idea of homework. It's just with homework, there is bound to be some type of drama. Whether it be that Christian has begun his third straight spelling word sentence with "There was a dog who..." or "There was a kid who..." or "There was a gigantic, green monster who.." and proceeds to have a cow when I ask him to change two of his sentences. And then there is Timmy - who at all costs of being correct - will just stare at that one question if he is unsure of answering for hours if I let him.

Which brings me to the other day when we had a different homework problem. Timmy's homework was for him to look at magazines, cut out polygon shapes, and paste it on his homework sheet. Easy enough, right?


The problem that day was I didn't have any magazines or newspapers. We don't get subscriptions to you don't need to (at least I don't need to...). Shoot - I didn't even have any food store circulars. Wait a minute. I take that back. I did get one magazine in the mail that day that I threw into the trashcan, but I don't think the teacher would've appreciated Timmy finding his homework assignment in a Fredericks of Hollywood sales magazine...

Too bad too because I did find some things we could've used...


In case you want to know what we did to solve the homework situation, we cheated and printed out pictures on the internet. And don't worry, they were all of the non-semi-naked-lady variety.

A Card From Christmas Past...

This card is from 1st grader Christian circa 2003. As you can see, he is more like his father when it comes to expressing himself in his writing.

Front of card

Inside of card

If you are unable to read what it says inside, it says this:

Dear Dad and Mom,

This is a card for you. Love Christian

Thursday, December 13, 2007

In The Meadow We Can Draw A Snowman...

Mason drew this yesterday and I do have to say that - for 2 years old (or 29 months and 4 be precise.) - this is pretty good!

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Monday, December 10, 2007

I Can Never Get Enough Of This Song....

Dick(y) Situation.....

Yesterday I had to round-up Mason so I could change his smelly diaper. I grabbed him and put him down on the floor. And then we had this conversation....

Me: Come on Mason, you need to stay still.

Mason: (wiggling away) Noooooo!!!

Me: (holding up a wipe) Do you want to take this wipey and wipe off your face?

Mason: (who is now still and grabs the wipe) It's not for face. It's for dick.

Me: (stopping in my tracks) Wha-What did you just say? It's for....what?

Mason: Dick!

Me: (face getting red) Huh? (Trying to figure out how he was taught that because we don't say that in the Weener house. It's PENIS people!)

Mason: It's for dick!

And that is - ladies and gentlemen - when I looked at his free hand and noticed he had a drum stick in his hand.

Me: (breathes in one big) *SIGH*

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Are Those Ear Muffs You're Wearing Or Are You Just Glad To Hear Me....?

I need one of those ribbon magnets with the saying "Elementary School Band Concert Survivor".

Last night was Christian's Winter Concert. I feel like a bad parent because I was sort of dreading going to the thing. Why is that you ask? Um....Hello? I have ONE band member whom practices in my house...and now I had to go listen to a roomful of 9 and 10-year-olds? It would be the equation of dying farm animal x's 100. I guess what made it not so bad was that on the paper it stated that the concert would only last an hour. An hour didn't sound like too much torture. (Well that is according to me. If you ask my husband, he would tell you otherwise.)

What is that you say? -- You wish you could've been there? Well today is your lucky day! It's less than two minutes long, but it may feel like an hour. ;)