November 2011 Archives

Wednesday: read Tigana

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This book was recommended to me by Trodayne quite a long time ago, but I didn't actually get around to reading it until I found it for free at The Book Thing. This novel was old school Fantasy--glory, honor, bravely, epic battles and tangled politics. Kay does such a good job with the characters that I was swallowed right into the story. It was amazingly well done and brought me back to my first years of reading fantasy. 

Try it. 

Fifteen months

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Dear Sage, 

I know I often compare you to your brother. His feet were two sizes larger than yours at this age and he said many more words. But I say things like this without judgement. I love how different you are. I love each of your individual quirks. It's your differences that make you both so interesting. Since 'tis the season, let me compare it to Christmas. You children are like opening presents I never thought of asking for, but were just right for me. 

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You are so rich in personality. How did I ever say I thought one year olds were hell? You are so not. You are such a quite, but tenacious little spirit. Watchful and sweet, stubborn and clever. When I think of you as a woman grown, I feel an excited flutter in my chest. A sense of pride that I will have a part in you, both physically and through my time with you, but also the thrill of the unknown. Because who you are, is already so firmly rooted in your being. You grow and I sit back and marvel at this gift the universe deemed me worthy to keep so close. 

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Some new words are "light" and "diaper". You know where to go to get a clean diaper and you will pick one out and repeat "diaper, diaper" while I change you. I tried to feed you some yogurt and you said "Bye bye" to it. When I offered you something else you shook your head. If you really want something you gesture with a hard jerk of your arm and your pointer finger out. Your eyes give most of the message. Intense looks and patient waiting. You expect me to understand and often I do. You haven't begun many tantrums or frustrated screaming like River did when he wasn't understood. Though there have been a few tantrums when I took something from you--like the lotion bottle you were trying to eat from. Your crying is loud and persistent and confused. As if you are thinking, "Why am I so angry and what do I do about it?!" You lay on the floor and won't move as if your legs are broken. Sometimes you look at me as if to say, "Now what?" or "Are you going to pick me up now?"

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You have a love of music. You sing when I sing. Not words but "la la las" and sometimes it actually sounds as if you are getting the melody--just a bit. You have begun humming when you nurse or suck on your paci as you fall asleep at night. We went out for dinner and you stood up in your seat, typical Sage, and were shaking your butt to the music--much the the amusement of a couple at the bar. 

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I'm bemused by the girly things you do like making everything a bracelet or carrying around a purse. You also picked out the pinkest more sparkly girl shoes at Payless and demanded I put them on you. Then again, River would have done the same thing at that age. Unlike River, you climb everything. You climb up onto the table from your booster seat all the time. We can not keep you contained. You love to run away and be tickled on your tummy. You give kisses that are often drooly. But the quirk that gets the cutest prize this past month is how you clean up. I say, "Put it back." and you do. But yesterday, you found a pair of your pants on the edge of the bed. You plucked them up, opened the correct drawer of your dresser (which I didn't even know you could open) and put them inside. You then shut the door and walked over to me. 

O, my little clean freak.

There is a bit of me in you after all.

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Love,

Mommy

Invisalign update

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Down to three teeth where there were once four--

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I got to wear my invisalign (which I have been spelling totally wrong) for a week before they put in attachments.

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It drove me insane. It hurt and chaffed. My mouth broke out in canker sores and raw red patches. By the end of the first week, I stopped wearing the top tray because it was practically falling out. I kept playing with it, snapping it in and out, in and out, in and out. I couldn't stop. I felt like the invisalign was turning me into a mega bitch because of the constant discomfort in my mouth.

Then they put in the attachments.

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Which you can hardly see here. They are small filling like molds fitted to my teeth. Six on top and seven on the bottom. They lock into bubbles on the new trays and hold the braces in place. They also make it a good deal harder to remove and insert the trays. When they were put in I had to wear a strange lip opening mouth gaurd that pulled my lips back from my teeth and trapped my tongue in the midway of my mouth. It went quickly. The only unpleasantness when they added new, tight trays to shape the attachments. Imagine it like trying to shove your foot in a shoe about one size too small for your foot. The bruised feeling in my gums from the pressure lasted the rest of that day and into the night. I took some advil and grumbled about it. Each time I had to pry the trays in and out, I whined. By the next day it was better and just a few days later, everything fit much better. I guess those teeth move quickly!

I wear my current trays for two weeks. Either my mouth is used to those things in there or with the attachments it really makes a difference. I have little discomfort. I have several other trays waiting their turn in my medicine cabniet and don't need to go back to the orthodonist till mid January. With my last set of trays I can see a difference already. I looked ahead to my last set in my treatment and saw the shape of a perfectly straight row of bottom teeth. 

I'm kinda thrilled.

It's already been worth all the pain just to get started.

One year from now, I'll be able to bite into an apple!

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one week in (tray out on bottom)

This was an interesting lesson. A man from the car dealership came right at the end. I had to sign some papers and would not have a chance to drive 30 plus minutes to do so before we left for Georgia.

We got this car in place of my very small Nissan Versa. It seats six. So the only thing standing between me and a third child is not being ready yet (physically or financially) and the reluctant, resistant husband. It's also wonderful for all the traveling we do to see family. It allows me to cart around extra kids other than my own and/or extra friends and family members. Jason told me it is considered a hipster car. Sigh.. I can't help what I am, I suppose. 

This is what my little hipster-mobile looks like. I call her Ruby. Alas, she already had streaks of animal crackers laced with drool on the inside of her windows. 

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Back to my story...

So this tall dude from the dealership shows up right at the end of preschool. Thankfully, he loved kids. He waited and participated in the last ten minutes of preschool. Afterwards he told me that he thought it would be dull to come by and watch me sign papers. Instead, he had a lot of fun talking to the kids. Then we talked for a bit about our children while the boys began to climb my furniture and wrestle on the floor. I swear they wait till I am distracted just so they can have testosterone inspired mini wars. Boys... *eye roll*

For show and tell River shared a "Thor" card. 

While I love teaching, I have over a month off as I have been teaching more than usual to fill in for a mom who had a baby this fall. With River's birthday and traveling for Christmas, I'm glad to have the time off from lesson planning and having my home overrun with active little boys. 

I'm looking forward to covering "Ocean Life" in the new year!

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Thanksgiving, Lesson Three

Friday, November 18th

1. Circle Time

-Hello Song

-Calendar (count days)

-Calendar  (Season)

-Weather

-Count days with popsicle sticks

-Review schedule for the day

-Review Topic, Read Thanksgiving 

2.  Photos

    Share images from the book, Giving Thanks 

3. Craft

    Placemat with handprint

      First read the poem and discuss rhyming words. Have a big version written on the board.

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4. Reading 

    Turkey Day! 
     
     

5. Songs 

I'm a Little Turkey

(to the tune of I'm a Little Teapot)

I'm a little turkey 
Fluffy and brown Rub Tummy

My wings flip-flop 
When I turn around Flap arms

I have lots of feathers, 
On my back Bend down and wave hands over back

And a big orange beak Use hands to clap 
That goes "click clack"

Did You Ever See a turkey

(to the tune of "Did you ever see a lassie") 
Did you ever see a turkey, a turkey, a turkey 
As he struts around the farmyard with feathers so bright?

With red ones and brown ones and yellow ones and orange ones, 
Did you ever see a turkey with feathers so bright?

*Reinforce color recognition with this song. In advance, cut out a class supply of red, brown, yellow, and orange construction paper feathers. Give each child one feather. As the class sings the song have each child hold up his feather when the color is mentioned.

Thanksgiving Day

(to the tune of row, row, row your boat) 
The Pilgrims sailed away,  
Far across the sea. 
They came to America 
So they could be free. 
The Native Americans  
Helped them plant the corn. 
Then they shared a great big feast, 
Thanksgiving Day was born!
 

4. Snack 

7. Math"Th"/Journal

    Worksheet

    What learned this week. 

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8. Conclusion

    Review what learned and share journals with class

    Show and Tell for week 

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     We sat down and filled out this summary of our thanksgiving together after our travels. I believe summarizing is a good way to reflect and teach children to organize their thoughts. Putting it down on paper also shows River the value of his "words". 


Feline Friday: cuddle puss

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This cat always comes to me each night for some cuddles. I feel special since I am the only human she does this for. 

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She's a sweet girl kitty.

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I'll miss her while we're away in Georgia for the Thanksgiving holiday. 

Posting will resume on Monday, November 28th.

Happy Turkey-Day everyone.

Asking questions gets the students involved in learning. We took lots of breaks to talk about the books and to ask, "Have you ever done that?" and "What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?".

Once again, the craft was very popular. They loved being able to share what they were thankful for. Some of them picked things right on the table--a glue stick, a crayon, the ability to color. All of them mentioned family--though never siblings! River was very set on naming as his friends and later, Diego. 

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I was surprised by how much the students liked "churning butter". I poured one cup of heavy whipping cream into a mason jar and added a handful of glass marbles. I set the timer for five minutes and went first--shaking the jar. Each boy got to shake for one minute. By the end we could all feel how the cream had thickened. The marbles had almost stopped rattling around completely. We opened the jar and looked at our butter. I added some salt and let each child stir. Then I spread a half slice of bread with our butter for each child. Some wanted seconds! They loved the fact that they were eating something they had made!

Today I had the opportunity to really help a student with his cutting. The older boys all cut with one hand and hold the scissors correctly, but this child has been cutting with two hands. I showed him how to hold the scissors and held the paper while I helped him cut out shapes. His smile was proud and excited. It's so hard to give just one child, out of a mere four, individual attention. At this age, they really need one-on-one. One of the benefits of running a community preschool with other mothers is that we can work on school skills in a small, safe environment that is more likely to allow each child the one-on-one they need to develop skills for kindergarten and the confidence needed to be successful in a crowded school room. 

At the end River was able to pass out his birthday invitations. He was upset that he didn't have one for himself. And so, I found an extra and gave him an invitation to his own birthday party. 

Can you believe he is almost four?

I know, I can't.

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Thanksgiving, Lesson Two

Wednesday, November 16th

1. Circle Time

-Hello Song

-Calendar (count days)

-Calendar  (Season)

-Weather

-Count days using popsicle sticks

-Review schedule for the day

-Review letter blend TH  and topic

    Build puzzle

    Talk about what we learn yesterday

    Read, The story of The Pilgrims

2. Song

Turkey and Dressing 
(Are You Sleeping?)

Turkey and dressing, 
Turkey and dressing. 
Pumpkin pie! Pumpkin pie! 
Everyone is humming. 
Thanksgiving Day is coming! 
Yum, yum, yum! 
Yum, yum, yum!

Over the River and Through the Woods (Book)

3. Craft

    Thanksgiving is about being thankful for what we have. What are you thankful for?

    Cornucopia craft/what are you thankful for

4. Reading

    My Thanksgiving

5. Snack Science (Churning Butter)

      Ask, what do you do when you want some butter for your toast?

      The pilgrims couldn't do that. They had no refrigerator and no stores. So them made there own.

      Show student a youtube video of someone churning butter

      Have students make their own butter.

7. Cutting

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9. Summary/Conclusion

      Read a book for fun. (Dora's Thanksgiving and The Giving Tree)

      Review with jellybeans what talked about today.

      Homework handout--Turkey Maze

      Goodbye song 

Wednesday: read Chalktown

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This is another free book I picked up at The Book Thing of Baltimore

Haynes writing is lyrical and so enjoyable. She immerses readers in the culture of the south and draws attention to a little stretch of road where people have given up speaking. Instead they communicate with chalkboards set up in their yard. It takes the appearance of a teenager, carrying his mental disabled little brother on his back, to reveal the secrets of Chalktown. 

I enjoyed her writing so much, that I went and took her first book out of the library (review to come). 

Now I'm waiting to see what else she'll come up with. 

It is difficult to teach preschool age children about history. They don't have a good understanding of time. Speaking about "a long time ago" can be very confusing to them. I know this from River. He often asks, "Where was I before I was born?" or "Where were the people when dinosaurs were around?" The fact that something in his current world did not exist baffles him. Comparing Colonial Times to camping seemed to help the boys grasp what life might have been like before. We also made good use of pictures of how people dressed and what their homes looked like.

Opening children's minds to other cultures is something to see. One student was shocked that a man (a Native American man) could have long hair "like a girl". I also heard, "So, if Native American shoot deer to eat, they must be bad guys?" Which led to a whole digression about where our food comes from. 

By far, their favorite part of the lesson was the craft. This is a big change from September when they all would groan and I'd hear a chorus of, "I don't like doing crafts!" As long as creativity is allowed, these boys talk happily with each other as they craft away. 

I also see improvement in their abilities to count and recognize numbers. For Math I first conducted a mini lesson where I used Popsicle sticks to be fence posts. I talked about how lightning hit a fence post and we took one away. How many did we have now? I asked. We added to and took away fence posts--playing with the terminology of simple addition and subtraction. I wanted them to see it happening. 

I noticed that most of the student are fisting their pencils. I tried to move their grip, but they went right back to fisting their markers. This is something we will have to continue to work on. 

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Colonial Times/Thanksgiving, Lesson One

Monday, November 14th

1. Circle Time

-Hello Song

-Calendar (count days)

-Calendar  (Season)

-Weather

-Count days with popsicle sticks

-Review schedule for the day

-Review letters (B, A, G, F, H, D, C, S and P)

    Have letters written on the board. Review what is what, big/capital and little/lowercase and sounds

    Say letter and toss ball to student. When they get the ball they must make the sound.

    Have students think of words that begin with the letters on the board.

-Introduce letters of the week, the blend, (TH) by making sound.

    "Does anyone know what letters this is?" Open the  mystery bag and look at letters. Talk about what it looks like, what words start with it.

-Introduce Topic, Colonial Times

    Have you ever gone camping? What was it like without electricity? How did you cook your food? Was it dark?

    Long ago, people lived a lot like you did when you were camping. We're going to talk about that time a bit this week.

    It is called Colonial Times.

2. Native Americans

    Show students a map of our country

    Tell them how a long long time ago, before this land was called the USA, it looked very different. Covered in forests. No cities and not as many people. No cars, television or electricity. Life was very different for the people who lived there. We now call them Native Americans.

    Use the book, "What you preschooler needs to know to talk to them about this topic.

    Show, a youtube video of Native American dance and costumes

3.  Writing

    T worksheet and have children practice h's on back to make a t & h  

4. Pilgrims come to America

    Use the book, What your preschooler needs to know to talk about how the pilgrims came to America.

    Use map to show students how the pilgrims came across the ocean and where they settled.

    Sing, row row row your boat.

    Show them images of houses the settlers built here in book, Life in the Thirteen Colonies

    Game, Blind Man's Bluff  (Use book Colonial Days)

5. Churning Butter  (forgot heavy cream so we did some math sheets instead!)

    Ask, what do you do when you want some butter for your toast?

    The pilgrims couldn't do that. They had no refrigerator and no stores. So them made there own.

    Show student a youtube video of someone churning butter

    Have students make their own butter.

6. Snack

7.  Reading

    This is the Feast

    Tell, "And we still celebrate Thanksgiving today."

    Ask, "What do you do for Thanksgiving?"

    Ask,  "What do you eat?"

8. Craft

    Show picture of a real turkey in book, Happy Thanksgiving

    Read students a Turkey poem

    Paper plate Turkey with clothes pins and paint

9. Read

    Sesame Street Thanksgiving

10. Summary/Conclusion

    Pass out JellyBeans for the following review.

      "What letter blend did we learn about today?"

      "What sound does 'th' make?"

      "What people lived here first a long long time ago?"

      "How did the Pilgrims get to America?"

    Explain and hand out homework 

    (as a variation I had one student hand out the homework to everyone else. At first we had them find their own in the mailbox--testing their recognition of their own names. Having one student hand them out I actually got to see him use his phonics to give out homework to his friends.)

      T is for Turkey

    Goodbye song

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Teaching tools

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Over the summer I read a small article on things parents can do to help with kindergarten readiness. Granted, River still had two full years before Kindergarten--having missed the September 1st cut-off by a small trio of months. I still had plenty of time. Still, being me, I picked a few things to work on. Before the end of the summer, I wanted River writing his name. It took a bit longer, but now he can do that. I also knew that he had no cutting skills. He didn't even know how to hold a pair of scissors. I'd never thought to teach him how to use scissors! And I wasn't sure what was the best way to go about it without both of us getting frustrated and throwing up our hands in defeat. 

After some research and a bit of amazon.com shopping, I purchased the book below to help us reach a cutting goal.



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River is nearly done with this book. Not only does he enjoy the bright colorful pages, but his cutting skills are amazing. I used to have to sit with him while he did pages from this book. I used to have to help him get the scissors into his hands and then remind him to keep his thumb up. I used to hold the pages while he cut with one hand. 

Now he brings me the book, I tear out the next page and he cuts it by himself, wonderfully. His skills and confidence are something to behold. 

Each page slowly increases difficulty. Some of the things he cuts out can even be played with. It's a lot more interesting than simply chopping up lines I draw on a sheet of construction paper. 

Once we finish this workbook, I plan to by another by Kumon.

Personally, I think they would make thoughtful gifts as well! 

It's a great parent aid for teaching pre-kindergarten skills at home. 

Friday: November thus far

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Post-nap walks and rock climbing big boys.

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Games of tennis and cute new clothes (that finally sorta fit!)  from a distant Great-Great-Aunt. 

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And let's not forget--one less tooth and a mouth full on post-dental work canker sores.

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Happy Happy Friday. Let us have a sick and pain free weekend this time around. Okay?

Three years, eleven months

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Dear River, 

You are driving me into the arms of parenting help books. Things were so easy when you were a baby and I was your world. Now I am regulated to the role of that-darn-mom: disciplinarian, slave driver, and nag. Sometimes you look at me like, "Just shut up" and I look at you like, "I just want to boot your ass across the room." And then one of us cracks a smile and your warm eyes crinkle at the corners and your nose wrinkles up. Luckily, neither of us holds a grudge easily. So while our relationship is rent with disagreements and head butting, we both know how to apologize and cool down. Last night when talking to my best friend, I told her what a trying day I had with you. The litany of complaint went as follows, "He looks right at me and doesn't hear me. He doesn't know why he was doing crazy things and then he keeps falling down all the time. He acts like he is drunk! It's so aggravating." And then, with a pause, "He's divine justice. He's just like me." 

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Indeed, we are a lot alike which is why I am chocked with guilt every time my gut response to your behavior is something I know would have hurt my feelings when I was a child. But changing parenting style, using respect and compassion and putting aside my first emotional response, doesn't always work. What does work is what I do after. When I've sent you or both of us to our rooms and then ventured back into yours to hold you close and tell you, "I shouldn't have yelled. I was just so mad. I got frustrated. I'm sorry." You told me yesterday, "I'm sorry your mouth hurts, Mommy." I know that when I voice my anger and frustrations I won't scar you so much as help you learn how to deal with your own anger. Only now you say things like, "I just got frustrated." when it really doesn't make sense to say it. Still, voicing emotions and showing compassion towards others. Check. Check. I think that means I'm doing okay, kid. Even if you are guilty of stealing.

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The other day you stole something. This, especially when it comes to sweets, is nothing new. You're the kid that fisted jelly beans you'd found in my purse in the hall when no one was looking. So we were about to leave from preschool and I noticed you were doing the pee pee dance, but with your fist clucked over your pocket and there was something in there. Upon inquiring what you had there, turns out it was a candy you had taken from your friend's centerpiece. I told you that you couldn't take someone else's candy and to put it back. You ran off and I looked away, looked back, and saw you under the table (though still in clear view) eating as fast as you could. I waited till we were home to try to teach you a lesson through a story about a little boy named River and his friend who stole and ate his lollipop. How did River feel about his friend taking and eating his candy? 

"River turned into a giant and stomped on his friend before he could eat it."

"What?! No, River. That isn't what happened!"

"Let's just pretend."

"No, no. This is my story and that...that isn't the point."

I eventually gave up and explained that I was going to take a candy from your Halloween bag and give it to your friend. Oh, the tears. You said you were sad you ate your friend's candy. Of course, you weren't actually sad until your own candy was in paril. I took pity and allowed you leave to pick out a candy of your choice to give to your friend. That suited you better. After all, you picked something much smaller than the huge red lolly pop I had intended. 

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You are a bit of a bully when it comes to your sister now. She is learning that bigger kids just take stuff from her hands and have no respect for her person. I know when you are after something she has because it is the same response she gives when the neighbor's one year old daughter comes after Sage to knock her over and/or steal her food. She cowers against my legs. Sometimes I can be fair about it. I am an oldest child myself. I know that isn't easy when your very young and naturally, an adorable self-centered little shit. When you take things from her it's about control. About saying, "That is mine." When so much that was solely yours (my time and attention) have been given first to the one in the most need--your younger and very often lately, sick, little sister, I can understand the increase in being harsh with your sister. I shouldn't accuse you of being a bully, though sometimes I do. I shouldn't snap at you, though sometimes I do. I know, at the core, you are a thoughtful and sweet brother. One who will jump to fill the comforting gap for Sage when I am busy. Who will press her close and say, "It's okay." We're learning River. Both of us. I often wish I could be perfect for you, but I can only strive to be better. Our humor sees us through the bumps in the road. 

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You tell jokes now. You asked me, "Mommy, where are my goggles?"
"I don't know, River."
"Where are they?"
"I don't know."
"Boo!" You said pulling them out. "They were hiding." And then you laughed like you were very very funny. A trait you must get from your father who often titters like a schoolgirl at his own horrible jokes. And when you call him on thinking he's awesome, he just laughs harder. But you don't only think you are funny. You laugh at a lot of word play now. In the car you often listen to the lyrics to songs, something hardly ever do. Music, for me, is background noise. You started laughing and I said, "What?" "That man's pants are on fire. That's silly!"  You also told me you like music by the Smashing Pumpkins. You sing a lot of silly songs and often come home from preschool singing something I've never heard before. 

School wise you are really growing. You write your entire name. You cut like a pro. You raise your hand to ask questions and suddenly enjoy drawing and other crafts much more. You are become unruly with your friends. We can't trust you boys alone. Toys become weapons and you play games of shoving and hitting. We need to watch you all closely now. You're all wild!

The funniest moment this month was when you told me, "Mommy, when Sage is sleeping let's play pin the tale on the honky." I almost died laughing. 
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This year of your life is almost at a close. Three has been a challenge but much fun. You blaze like a little sun. You shine.

Love, 

Mommy

Wednesday: read The Match

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Someone told me to read this book and I'm wondering if I misheard them as this book is entirely about the sport Cricket. Now I am not a sport person. I don't think I've ever watched a football game on TV. I believe I once glanced at a baseball game. All I know about Cricket is as follows: like baseball, bat is a stick, British. 

After reading this book, I know this about Cricket: like baseball, bat is a stick, British. 

What I really should have done was Wiki Cricket while I was reading. Find out what was with all those positions and maybe the rules of the game. Or at least what the hell was with that sock ball thing the kid kept practicing hitting. 

Really, Cricket forms the backdrop to this book about a boy who is uprooted from his home and grows up to be an aimless, discontent man searching for that something he is missing. While my ignorance of History (namely CRICKET) left me scratching my head, it was a quick and decent read. 

Not something I can strongly recommend, but I did say I will read anything recommended to me. Yes, even if I am left a bit confused afterwards. 

'Tis soon the season

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The season for my head to whirl around, fly off and explode against the wall. 

What were you thinking?

December is like a slide to Christmas that goes a little too fast. From the 2nd of December on through the 10th, I know someone born almost every single day on and between those dates. Thankfully, I am only shopping for four of them. Two are River's birth buddies as I will call them. These boys are the sons of my friends born one week and three days before River. I sort of assume myself their tag-along-mother simply because we were pregnant together and the births of those two babies are wrapped up with my final days of pregnancy with River before River entered the trio.

The third, of course, is River. We already have all his birthday presents purchased, the invites are on their way for his party, and we have a one weekend buffer between our travels to family for Thanksgiving and his party to make sure we have everything ready to go for his special-day-shindig. Today I tried to hide some construction equipment wrapping paper in the shopping cart. Right as we were about to go, when he climbed from his content perch under the shopping cart (yes, under but it kept him from running laps), he piped "What is that?" and made a grab. I quickly finished covering it with bags and said, "Don't worry about it. Hey, want some goldfish crackers? Here!"

Our final December baby, the old lady of the bunch, is our friend Heather. We'd like to take her out for dinner without the children, but that might be next to impossible. Too bad I can't add a trustworthy babysitter to my Toy r' Us online shopping cart. The place where, tonight, I bought all River's birthday presents and most of the kids Christmas things.

Yes, I'm that lazy. I hate shopping and I especially hate waiting till the last minute.AND I especially, especially hate shopping with Jason who is unenthusiastic. Instead of being full of good cheer I go from being a cheerleader to a homicidal, maniac Grinch who wants to stomp on all the cheap China made toys and flee the over hot, over crowded store after beating my sarcastic husband to a pulp.

Online, it is.

I've left myself with only a few stocking stuffers to track down and purchase.

This leaves only three more people to shop for. Whew. 

A small balm when Sage is sick, yet again, today. 


On Friday I went in to pick up my invisaline braces. This was after a two week delay due to my own bout of oral thrush. I go in and the assistant dude pops in the upper brace and then goes to do the lower and is all "Wait a sec, you need to have an extraction."

Now, in so far as I knew, the orthodontist had said we would start the invisaline and extract my tooth at a later time. No, I either misunderstood, said the dude, which is probable. If I hadn't noticed, she [the orthodontist] has a very heavy accent. Or, she had changed her mind about the treatment. 

Either way. What is the seven hells was I doing sitting there, Jason having taken leave from work to watch Sage, so I could be told I had to wait? 

I was a bit irate. 

After a lot of wasted time in which I was irate, I was told to keep the top brace in (just because) and they would get me in for an extraction as soon as possible. 

How about today? The perky orthodontist asked me. I will go talk to dentist for you!

I spoke with the dentist who would be doing the extraction. A nice tall, strong looking woman, who I felt could yank out my tooth in one mighty pull. She just didn't have time to do it that day. I got a very apologetic look that made me a bit less irate

The receptionist was very helpful in getting me in the following day. Instead of a nice relaxing Yoga class, I went to get my tooth extracted. The most painful bit was the initial prick of the needle in my gum and the subsequent full feeling of the Novocaine that followed. After that, pleasantly numb, the dentist first pried at my gum (I'm assuming) and about ten minutes or more later, after a lot of wiggling and pressure, there was a loud crack and my tooth was out. 

My yoga breathing really came in handy as did the words of my instructors such as "Breathe" and "Surrender". Every time I noticed my tension, I went about relaxing. Until, at the end, I was trying not to laugh when my tooth would not come out. A tooth vs. dentist tug 'o war. I think they thought I was uncomfortable, but really I was trying to erase my smile. Taking out a healthy tooth is not easy and the tug o' war might have beaded sweat upon the dentist's brow. I ended up needed a stitch put in to hold my gum closed. Then I was off with a wad of gauze in my mouth. 

I hate cloth in my mouth. It makes me want to puke. So I spent the minutes until it was soaked with blood and drool, trying not to gag. Once moist, the feeling was much more bearable. 

Once the Novocaine started to wear off, the pain was gruesome. Though nothing a couple Advils couldn't bring back down along with lots of ice. By the second day, it was much nastier. Not the pain, but the wound--discolored and swollen. 

I took a nap at midday with Sage, feeling flu like and cranky, and awoke with a massive blood clot in my mouth covering all my bottom front teeth. Imagine, scarlet jello-mold containing three teeth and swollen, mutilated flesh. 

After trying to dislodge it with a salt rinse, I was close to tears. It was so gross. Like holding my wonderfully described jello in my mouth only it wasn't JELLO. It was a HUGE BLOODY CLOT attached to a wound that went all the way down to my jaw bone. I was on the verge of a total freak out. 

Meanwhile, there is my wonderful husband who, thankfully, is dark enough not to show if he looks a little green. He's watching me drool out blood and spit while tendrils of clot hang over my lower lip. Yet, he's still there, telling me to keep rinsing.

I began bleeding a lot. My mouth looked like a vampire in a horror movie post-dinner. Eventually, after hours of biting down on wadded paper towels and tea bags, the bleeding stopped. At that point it had been hours since I had eaten or drank and over a day since I had been able to brush my teeth. My back and neck were aching from sleeping boosted up and I was pissed that I missed Yoga again, couldn't manage to get any of my to-dos done, and that the house was in a mild state of chaos with me out of full functioning mode. I'm talking dirty dishes, food left on the table, toys hither and yon, and two whiny kids that couldn't seem to survive without my constant maintenance (and this was with Jason home).

I'm very aware that the frustration of being "sick" makes me a mega bitch. When Jason comes home today, I will be waiting with an apology and a much deserved, thank you. 

At one point, I hurried them out the door for a walk. The kids need to get out. Why was it that everyone was on lock down with me just because my mouth hurt? Go! Go! They still could have gone to the zoo, but without me to light a fire under certain beloved asses, everything dragged at the top speed of honey sadly slipping from a jar. Finally, out the door, I had myself a brief five minute cry of sorry for myself and my endlessly bloody, clot filled swollen mouth. 

Things are much better today. It is still hard to eat and drink. But at least I can function at almost 100% for the children. My fingers are crossed that thrush does not return. Sage got it again for the third time last week and after much consultation with my friend the lactation consultant, I got a prescription for the anti-fungal pill, Diflucan. I'm on it for two weeks to clear my body of thrush. Sage is on it through my milk and continuing a new bottle of Nystatin (4x a days in 1ml squirts). I had purple nipples for four days using Gentian Violet on my breasts and Sage got that also, along with a purple clown mouth, while she nursed. I took her out looking like I'd let her eat a purple marker for a snack.

It's all fun over here. Like one big happy party of sick, drama, and medical expenses. All right before traveling to Georgia for Thanksgiving, River's birthday and Christmas shopping and more travels for the midwinter holidays.

O, that left arm, I don't really need it. That's why I'm considering a trade off. You know, so we don't sink into debt just to get through the rest of this year. Do you think the devil has need of arms? I'm not willing to part with my immortal soul just yet.

I'll wait and see if the Thrush returns. 

(Good news, I put my invisaline in on Saturday! In one year, straight freak'in teeth!)

Feline Friday: Fatty McKatty

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Most of the cats hang out the entire day in the guest room napping. Why? The children tend to stay out of there. 

In the following video you can watch our fat cat in action. It's amazing that she can even move!


Our Halloween

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We got together with Heather again this year for our traditional pumpkin carving after dinner. Last year Sage was asleep already, so this was her first pumpkin. Unlike her brother who has been repulsed by pumpkin guts each and every year, Sage had no problem getting up close and personal with the innards of this over-sized gourd. 

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With a break for bath time for the little girl, we missed the bulk of the actual carving. We returned to say goodnight and get our yearly photo post-carving. How much River has grown! 

Pumpkin carving, 2009
Pumpkin carving, 2010

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We actually did our Trick or Treating on Sunday afternoon in the same local community we went last year. Only this year it didn't actually fall on Halloween which, at this point, is fine. A Sunday is far less hectic and taking the children out earlier at 4:00 than waiting for night fall on Halloween, works better for our early to bed and early to rise little ones. 

I don't have time to be a crafty parent for Halloween. My excess mom time goes towards homeschooling River. Plus, I can think of better ways to spend our money. How about all those medical bills for our two months of endless sickness? 

So, thrify Halloween it is. River used his Captain America costume again--which was purchased back in August for the Baltimore Comic Con and he knew he'd be using it again for Halloween. Sage wore River's old costume because she could care less at this point what she is dressed as. 

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River had to be bribed with candy to continue Trick or Treating. There is a time in the middle of our walk when he flat out refused to go up to anyone and get his candy. 

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River in 2008 wearing a lot of layers under that costume since upstate New York tends to be frigid by Halloween.

Jason took huge advantage of Sage by forcing her to go up to each person and take candy in her bucket....for him! Not that she didn't enjoy the child labor.

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Altogether, I froze and wanted to go home but the children had a great time. And isn't that what these holidays are all about? I'll give myself a pat of the back for jumping this parental hurdle for the year. Now it's a full out run to Christmas and I still haven't started shopping!

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And, holy shit, this little boy is going to be four in a month and change. I need to go order some birthday invitations! 
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You can't blame me reading Captain America comics on the movie. I haven't yet seen it. Blame it on the fact that my son loves this Superhero. Even though I thought he was lame, it turns out, he isn't that bad. Not that this graphic novel has a lot to do with Steve Rogers. Instead, it deals with other super soldiers. In particular a group of Black American soldiers who were experimented on, to their determent, with the super solider serum. 

This is the secret legacy that Captain America's powers are built on. 

Fourteen months

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Dear Sage, 

I'm late with this. That is our lives lately: late, rushed, full, hectic. I can think of a lot of adjectives. Luckily, you don't seem to mind. This past month has seen you blossom. You now have a real sense of humor. A mischievousness that makes you spy me and grin when you are being naughty or take off running down the hall clutching something you shouldn't have. You love when I spin with you or dangle you upside down. You love being chased, grabbed and tickled under your chin. You give open mouth kisses and point out our noses, eyes, and mouth. You are so silly all of a sudden. Adorably so.

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You love farm animals, especially cows. I have no idea why, but you will open a book up to farm animals and want me to name and make a sound for each one you point to. You still adore dogs and try to get to one while yelling, "Dah!" every time you see one no matter how ferocious it looks. You say, "Do!" for Do Baby and "Cat!" when you see a picture of a cat. You have no hesitation when petting cats and even the least friendly feline (Babette) will often allow you to pet her.  

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You are a loving child. You go with my neighbor each time I teach. You wait for her at the entry to the hall and never mind leaving me. If you see her while we are out walking, you want her to hold you. She says you call her "Na Na" and the other day you asked her to nurse you! This asking involves you open mouth kissing below the neck and tapping my chest and saying, "That! That!" You also love your Grandma and Kevin. You couldn't get enough of them, especially Grandma. You followed her around the house when she was here. Going to far as to lay outside the closed bathroom door and stick things under the crack until she came out. 

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You now enjoy passing toys to people. You say, "Thank you." You understand much more than you can say. This, of course, doesn't mean you listen. You love not to. You get a huge grin on your face every time I say, "No!". This happened a lot in the high chair when you stand up and try to climb on the table or when you climb onto the train table. You just love to climb. Grandma said you tried to get on the toilet. You do love to hold hands. When I say, 'Hold River's hand!", you walk towards him with your hand held out. One of the sweetest moments this month was watching him lead you into the library by the hand. 

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You love to try to sing and imitate our most frequent songs. You spin as you dance and stomp your feet when you are excited. And while all this is cute, you now have thrush again for the third time. It's been two entire months of dealing with thrush and we're both tired of it. Luckily, you are very good about taking medication. The thrush doesn't seem to bother you as much as the teething. Like dominoes falling over you went from no teeth to almost four this past month. 

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Since you had croup, you've been a snuggler. Somehow that hell we went through feels like it increased our bond. I never really felt like you needed me as much as River did, until after that. Now we have a special connection like the one I had with River when he was a baby. Naturally, as you age, you are better able to show your love and need of us. You clearly say, "Mama" when you want me and hold your arms up to be lifted. It's nice to give so much and its balance is what you are learning to give me. Kisses, hugs, cuddles, and your new words. 

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I love how different you are from River. It's exciting to watch you grow and learn, to be surprised by the way you do things. By your watchful nature, your hesitations, your quiet needs and enjoyments. I love how it is monkey see and monkey do with you. Anything River does you want to try even if you can't possibly do it yet. I love how it is my voice that calms you most and not my touch. I love how much you like being dressed, trying on shoes, and your insistence that you must wear socks all the time. If a sock falls off, you begin yelling for me and hold it up for me so I can put it back on you.

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This was my sweater when I was little. Grandma says I hated to wear it. You hate when I take it off you!

This time with you is so much fun. Each day is exiting for you and each experience new. I'm glad I get to be here to watch you live your life and see your careful expression as you take it all in. It's hard to believe a year ago you were so very tiny. You've grown so much. Your legs are strong and confident now. Your cheeks mounding up in frequent smiles. Your little finger pointing at this and that. 

We didn't expect you but you filled a need in our family unit. You are a little blessing. 

Thank you, baby girl. Thank you.

Love,

Mama

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