It is 8 o’clock in the morning on my favorite day of the week. My son is still asleep and should be for at least another hour. John took the girls to school a half an hour ago, and on Fridays, they stay until 1:30. (This is late for Carter and early for Eliott and if I could lobby for 1:30 all-school pick up every day through at least sixth grade, you better believe I would.) The heat is kicking on in the house, but the weather predicts it should be sixty degrees tomorrow.
Tag: kindergarten
Eliott’s easy reader this week:
Jam Pot
Jim, a big jam pot!
Jim, grab the jam pot!
Jim flips for fig jam.
See Fran jog in fog.
See the jam pot drop.
Fran drops jam for Jim!
Try to tell me something else isn’t going on between the lines here.
(If it helps, Jim and Fran, in the illustrations, are bears.)
About two weeks ago, Eliott’s class of behavioral over-achievers filled the jar of gold drops (and I quote) “faster than any class has ever done this!” (according to the email) and earned themselves a little party. It was a stuffed animal party. Each kid was allowed to bring a favorite stuffed animal to school for the day. Talk about a genius idea.
But this was back before brand-new-and-also-pregnant-kindergarten-mom had her shit together.
It was a Thursday. John offered to take Eliott to school, so he could see her classroom, meet her teacher, and let Carter and me sleep in.
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John and I are just sitting (laying) here in front of football. He’s typing a brief that’s due tomorrow while I tackle my back-to-school to-do list (or at least make a plan for when I can accomplish all of these things) and we both just said, “Hm, haven’t called my parents in a few weeks.” So just to let you know, we aren’t slacking off. We’re treading water right now and be patient with us.
It is a rainy Saturday morning and I am avoiding gearing up for a ridiculously busy day.
It has been an emotional week. The UnderToad has been lingering, and though I know my hormones are more to blame than anything, I can’t help but think several circumstances also contributed. There have, on the positive side, been some hidden gems of goodness sort of sprinkled throughout everything.
The UnderToad 