September 30, 2009 at 1:39 pm (Uncategorized)
I know I’m not as technologically connected as others are. I know I don’t use my iPhone to its full potential. But please, PLEASE, people, some things are sacred.
I was in the bathroom stall today at work. Another woman walked in, used the facilities and walked out, all while holding a conversation on her cell phone. Bear in mind, this wasn’t someone in the bathroom looking for privacy to hold a personal conversation at work.
To all of my friends/family: if we’re on the phone and nature calls, just call me back. I don’t need to hear the “details” of your bathroom visit while we discuss whatever else is important to us.
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September 20, 2009 at 7:44 am (Chatterer, Family)
17 days… that’s how many actual days Chatterer was in kindergarten before being sent to the principal’s office. It seems that there’s a very good reason the school keeps the kindergarteners separated from the other kids at recess and lunch time, especially at the beginning. However, the kindergarten playground was unavailable on Friday because of the school’s rummage sale. Here’s what happened (as we understand it from the principal).
Two second graders were “play fighting” when one of the second graders’ little brother, a kindergartener, took umbrage to the the treatment his older brother was receiving. The kindergartener started fighting with the second grader that wasn’t his brother. Then, to help out his friend, another kindergartener “tackled” the second grader. (Chatterer is not involved at this point.) At some point in time, the second graders had enough of the kindergarteners, but not before Chatterer thought it would be “fun” to hit a second grader he knows (who was trying to stop the whole thing) to try to get the second grader to play with him. He did it enough times to get sent to the principal’s office with his friends and the second graders.
On the plus side: Chatterer was not the instigator and he didn’t have any true “fight” intent. One of the other kindergarteners is a teacher’s kid, and the last one is the son of my ob/gyn, as is the second grader that is the older brother. There’s nothing like going to the doctor’s appointments and finding out that other kids in Chatterer’s class are just as bad (or worse) than he is… and this time both of her sons are involved. I get to see her again in a week and a half and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it.
On the down side: he shouldn’t be hitting anyone, let alone a second grader that he likes. He’ll be spending two days next week having lunch with the principal (along with all the second graders and other kindergarteners involved in the incident) and doing community service projects around the school instead of playing.
All this happened the Friday before our meeting on Monday with the principal and kindergarten teacher to evaluate whether Chatterer should stay in kindergarten or go back to preschool… ugh.
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September 7, 2009 at 7:09 pm (Uncategorized)
The boys wanted one too
Someone actually “invented” this stuff: http://www.amazon.com/ProudBody-Pregnancy-Belly-Painting-Kit/dp/B000H6NTD2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=baby-products&qid=1252368994&sr=8-2
It all started at naptime…
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September 6, 2009 at 9:39 am (Uncategorized)
Chatterer is a notoriously slow and less than enthusiastic eater. This morning, when asked what he wanted for breakfast (and given a choice of options) he said he didn’t know what he wanted yet. So, time passed. He was told that he couldn’t have any cookies or crackers (his second favorite thing after fruit snacks) until he ate breakfast. MM awoke (it was his turn to sleep in) and I went to take a shower and get dressed. When I re-emerged, I found Chatterer munching away on cookies and crackers. I asked MM what he ate for breakfast. The conversation went (as all parents reading this can imagine) “He told me he ate apples for breakfast.” “Not with me he didn’t.” “Chatterer, did you tell a fib?” Chatterer bursts into tears, and is immediately directed to the kitchen table to eat said apples he told MM he already ate. That was about 15 minutes ago. He’s still there. I’m pretty sure he still hasn’t eaten any of the apples, but he’s going to sit there for a while until he does.
Lesson of the day: There’s no reason to fib, because Mom and Dad will always find out the truth.
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September 4, 2009 at 8:25 pm (Uncategorized)
Some people would fix the squeaky hinge on Chatterer’s door. We use it, and Zoe the Cat, as an alarm to tell when C is out of bed at night. Fortunately, C has not figured out that his door squeaks. He has figured out that Zoe comes running when he opens the door, though.
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September 1, 2009 at 1:54 pm (Uncategorized)
This morning was the first morning in fifteen years that my furry alarm clock did not howl/meow at me to wake up. I miss my Hammie-cat. Hamilton went on his way last night, at home, at about 6:45 pm. Farewell. You were a great cat.
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