Sunday, April 12, 2009

Academic brag

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Today is Easter and we got done with our religious and familial festivities early in the day. By the afternoon we were searching for things to do, so we ended up driving all over town looking for stores that were open that we wanted to buy. The kids were pretty mellow playing their math games and quizzing each other on addition. Yup, you read that right. Lainy Ann would quiz Connor, "What's 1,000 + 100?" "16 +16?" All of a sudden a disagreement erupts from the back row? "Daddy, are crocodiles born out of eggs?" Yes "Well, Connor wanted me to guess which is born from eggs; birds or crocodiles?" I picked birds. But Connor was thinking crocodiles. That's not fair." Yup, my 4 and 6 year old were discussing how crocodiles and birds are born.

Then later this afternoon my son read his very first entire book to me. My 4 year old read Hot Dog by Molly Coxe, a level one reader. Can you believe it? The only word he had trouble with was 'chilly'. He didn't even have to sound out the words. I think he is a better reader than Lainy Ann was at this age. Wow.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

No, I'm Mad

Lainy Ann has been having a hard time lately remembering her responsibilities to her family. She hasn't wanted to help out with family chores; when the kids are asked to clean she throws a tantrum or refuses. Most recently she stopped off to her room and refused because she was mad. It has been very frustrating. I decided to get creative with punishment. It seems the time outs and the lecturers weren't doing the job. So she got grounded for 24 hours, not the typical grounding where she wasn't allowed to use electronics. I explained to her that she was going to get the same treatment she was giving the family. If she asked for help at all in 24 hours I was going to say, "no, I'm mad". I told her that I wouldn't be making her dinner, helping her with homework, turning on her bath water for 24 hours. She would be on her own without family to support and help her.

So this morning at 7:30 am I am making 3 sandwiches, one for each child. She says, "Its not 8 o'clock, mommy". I tell her I know. She says, "you can't make my sandwich yet because I am still grounded." The text is not conveying the tone in which these words were spoken. She was upset that I was making her sandwich. She wanted to make the sandwich. ugh! I think she enjoyed the 24 hours where she was able to do it all herself and act like a grown-up. So much for creative punishments.

Sunday, April 5, 2009


My husband is a genius. He installed a drinking fountain outside to eliminate the endless trips in the house for a drink of water. No more air conditioning leaking out of the house, no more muddy floors and no more cups left outside. I'm giddy with excitement.

If I were good at this kind of thing I would include a parts list and step-by-step instructions. But I'm not. So instead I will include some pictures and a website link. If you are truly curious I suggest you email my husband who is the owner of the website Paralipsis linked on the right.


I'm not very sports-minded and never have been. I can't even tell you what sport is in season; my guess is basketball or baseball, but honestly I have no idea. I think my dad cured me of that. When I was growing up every single weekend there was sports on the television; football, basketball, baseball even golf. Fortunately we got our own television in our bedroom when we were pre-teens. We were even drug along to Lakers basketball games in the 80's, the time of Kareem and Magic. I look back on it now as being pretty cool and part of something nifty, but back then I was bored to death and exhausted by the time we got home.

I have been avoiding competitive sports for some time now. The kids are plenty active in gymnastics and swimming classes. Connor has recently started taking a sports skills class that is a combination of teaching the very basics of sports and also tumbling. He really enjoys it but a lot of his friends are in T-ball or soccer.

So we took the plunge and pre-registered him for fall soccer, in April. That's right the season doesn't begin for 4 months. I have been very hesitant and nervous about enrolling him in soccer. The commitment scares me. I have heard stories of extreme parents and committing every Saturday, rain or shine, is not really my idea of fun. As a result I have poured over the AYSO website, reading every aspect of it to know what to expect. I pre-pre-registered him 2 months ago and then had to walk the paperwork in this weekend.

We were turned away because we didn't have his birth certificate with us. Can you believe it? I have signed him up for the Under-5 division; no scores, no practices, and no goal keepers, but I still need proof of his age. Ridiculous! Honestly, who would lie to get their 6-year-old into the Under-5 division just so the child has an advantage 3 years from now. I don't think I am cut out for this sports-thing.