With that news (the whole district is going remote again), I am reminded how much I miss kindergarten. Four years ago, when Marcia the Younger was in kindergarten, I started helping in her class a couple days a week. Since then none of her teachers felt that they needed a volunteer to come in, so I stayed in kindergarten. Last year before going remote, I was in kindergarten three days a week, and Hinckley’s first grade teacher had me come in one day a week. I really enjoyed getting to see kids learn and help them understand concepts. Another benefit was hearing some funny things, similar to when I was working at the preschool. I came across one of the notes i made last year of a conversation.
Scene: At the Writer’s Workshop, where I oversee them drawing a picture and then writing sentences about what they drew. Also making sure they put their name and the date on the paper. For whatever reason the paper with the date on it was missing, and I was teasing that one of them ate it.
Girl: No one eats paper! Me: Where is your name tag? Why don’t you have one? Girl: I ate it! … (then a big grin crosses her face as she realizes what happened)
I was there the day that she lost what was remaining of her name tag. She did indeed eat it. Another great quote from her towards the start of the school year:
“My neck hurts from sitting up!” (Said with a whine that only a kindergartner can use.)
Now can we all get healthy and stay that way long enough that I can go back to school!?
Mom: … Okay then. So, what was at the beginning? If that was the middle and the end was the end, what happened before the middle? Hinckley: Uh, I already said. Mom: When they were in Australia, what happened in Australia? Hinckley: Uuh, renember they spreaded all the black, the thing they needed… Mom: But they did that in Arizona. What’d they do in Australia? Hinckley: No! Australia, renember Australia also got sprayeded all with …. Mom: Well, who sprayed it over there? Hinckley: The prarie dogs! Mom: But where did the prarie dogs get it? Hinckley: Remember the plane?! Mom: But where did the prarie dogs get the plague? Hinckley: Oh, the prarie dogs caught it from the very first one which is kind of weird and kind of embarrassing, but from elephants! Mom: From elephants?! Hinckley: Yeah! Mom: Do you think there are elephants in Australia? Hinckley: No! The elephants are in, um Africa! Mom: So, okay, so…? Hinckley: So, they started at Africa, spread it all, to all the animals there, except for the elephants so. Wait, the elephants did it to all the animals there except for the prairie dogs. The prairie dogs got the plague, then the…. Mom: Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait, I need to understand. So, the elephants had the plague in Africa? Hinckley: Yes. Mom: And gave it to prairie dogs? Hinckley: Yes. Mom: And the prairie dogs, how did they get to Australia? Because you said that they got it in Africa. Hinckley: Umm… Mom: Or did the elephants… Hinckley: They got the plane in…. Mom: Wait wait wait wait! Hinckley: In Africa and got the, and got to… Mom: So did the elephants go on the plane? Hinckley: …Australia to from the plane and they spreaded all the people with it, then they did it to Arizona, and then BOOM! All done! Mom: So wait, you’re telling me that prairie dogs got the black plague…? Hinckley: From elephants. Mom: The bubonic plague from the elephants in Africa, and then they went to Australia and spread it all over there, and now they came to Arizona to spread it all over Arizona? Hinckley: Yes. Mom: Where are they going next? Hinckley: They’re going to spread it all over the world. Mom: Why would they do that? Hinckley: So that they’re the only ones alive. Mom: Oh, so you think that the prairie dogs are trying to take over the world? Hinckley: Yes. Mom: I don’t know that I like that. Where would I be?! I don’t want to be a prairie dog! Hinckley: So, they all did not live at all happily ever after, but the end!
Mom: Alright, now tell me what happened in the middle. Hinckley: Um, everyone was dy-ing. Mom: Why were they dying? Hinckley: ‘Cause they, wait mom, what’s the sickness that has black as a word in the name? Mom: The black plague? Hinckley: Yeah, everyone got the black plague. Mom: Did they get it from the prairie dogs? Hinckley: Yeah. Mom: Why were they in Arizona? Hinckley: That’s where the prarie dogs are? Mom: That’s where the ones I know of are that are spreading the plague. Whats another name for the black plague? Hinckley: Um, killing. Mom: Bubonic. Hinckley: Bubonic. Mom: Yeah the bubonic plague. Hinckley: So, and before they got that, they were in Arizona. But the prarie dogs haven’t gotten there yet. The prarie dogs were coming towards it. Mom: Where’d they come from? Hinckley: The prarie dogs came from Australia. Mom: Okay, how did they get to Arizona from Australia. Hinckley: Uuuuh, they took a prairie dog plane. Mom: Okay. Hinckley: And after they, and before they took that plane they spreaded all the uh, on purposely, they spreaded all the Black plague that they could spill to the Arizona people as in they spreaded all they need to kill everyone in Arizona. Mom: And all Arizona? Hinckley: I mean, in the… Mom: What about the apes apartments? Hinckley: Ugh! Stop! As in I meant Australia. Mom: Okay. Hinckley: Then they took that plane to Arizona and they spreaded the black plague all over there. Mom: Oh, how did they spread it? With a butter knife? Hinckley: No. They spread….. Mom: With their poop. Hinckley: Ungh! Mom: That’s true. Hinckley: So, and somehow they put the black plague as a liquid into a bottle and sprayed it everywhere. Mom: Do you know how prairie dogs spread their, the black plague? Hinckley: Yeah. Mom: How? Hinckley: Um, no…poop? Mom: Their poop! So your telling me they put poop into bottles and put water in and they made it liquid? Hinckley: Yep! Mom: And sprayed it everywhere? Hinckley: Yes! Mom: That sounds disgusting.
Hinckley: 1 2 3 The end! Mom: That’s the wrong story to tell me. Tell me a better one. Hinckley: Once upon a time, the end. Mom: What happened at the end? Hinckley: Everyone died. Mom: Oh, so it really was the end? Hinckley: Yeah. Mom: Of every thing? Hinckley: Yeah!
…when you can successfully Rickroll your own children?
On school day mornings, in an attempt to expose the children to many different songs, we (honestly, Jacob is better at getting up first these days) wake them with a song. Most of the time they haven’t heard of it before. Sometimes they recognize it from a movie. These last two mornings we have played Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up.”
And they have been humming and singing it! It is a good thing they stay on mute unless they are supposed to talk for class. Otherwise we might be inadvertently Rickrolling two online classes.
For Family Home Evening last night, we talked about Christmas and the birth of Jesus. We (mostly the three-year-old) made a nativity from a sticker kit that she had gotten in nursery at church. Here’s the result:
A few of my favorite points:
The manger is upside-down “to keep the baby warm under it”
Two cows riding a camel
One angel is flying, and the other is laying down on the roof
And last, but not least, according to the 3-year-old…
So, here we are with time passing us by. All around us we are bombarded by numbers and what they might mean to us. Sometimes we embrace the numbers and sometimes we abhor the numbers.
Today’s numbers that caught my eye are 26, 14, and 11:42. 26 weeks of pregnancy have passed. 14 more weeks (give or take) to go. Which, by the way means that Thanksgiving and delicious Turkey are only 14 weeks away! And it was at 11:42 pm that I realized that I had let yet more time pass mee by, and I wanted to get a belly picture.
Now for a couple of today’s antics from Copyright2010. While I was making supper, by the way, I was reminded why I do not cook with tuna, I heard a crash in the hall, and a slightly panicked voice. I looked to find the stroller tipped onto the back side.
As a result of using tuna in supper, “someone” decided it was better worn than eaten, (while I agree that it was not really worth eating, I still would not have opted to wear it!) it became bath time. Marcia the younger has figured out how to turn the water on and off and hotter and colder, well she was trying to turn the handle, and it came off in her hand. I don’t quite think she was pleased with that.
Funny story, I have been keeping boiled eggs in the fridge. Okay, so that was not so funny. I keep them so that we can have a quick breakfast protein or cut some up for a quick chicken salad, or to add to a green salad…you get the idea. This week one of the eggs I ate came out of the shell very easily. The shell split in two clean halves. I know I am one of the few that would take a picture of it, but I thought it was cool.
She found a sweater and asked to wear it, so I let her put it on. Then she went and got two shoes, one left (white) and one right (black). I figured it does not hurt anything so I let her do it. Then she asked to go for a walk. This is her new favorite object that is not a toy, a stroller we got from a yard sale for $5.
I guess I wore her out. We walked past a koi pond at a nursing home-she likes to look at them and sign “fish” as she watches them swim around, we saw lots of dogs and a couple babies, we took a stroll through the pet store so she could see animals-I want to make that a regular part of our walks (she liked the bunnies and the birds, the small dogs in cages confused her, she liked to see the fish too, but the birds and bunnies were the big hit this time), and we got to see a friend out cutting flowers in her garden.
We went to the store this evening, yet again. They did not have what we were looking for, yet again. So we will have to order it off the internet, yet again.
Anydangways, on our way home there were some spots of cool fog. And that got mee to thinking about how we often refer to “dense fog.” That got mee to thinking about the word “dense.” When I was younger I used to think it meant “light,” “airy,” or “fluffy.” So then when someone would give mee bread or cake to try and call it “dense” I assumed it would have the consistency of angel-food cake. I was confused by it being more like pound cake instead. I do not remember when I finally understood, probably a science class when talking about mass, or maybe a social studies class when talking about population. In any case I figured it out. Some people may wonder why I misunderstood the word in the first place. This is why. I often heard some individuals called “dense.” These are the same people I heard called “air-heads.” So in my young-brain-logic, dense=full of air. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
*Okay, so “often” could have been only once or twice for all we know, then again it could have been everyday. (Un)fortunately, I do not remember who was called this or by whom, I just remember hearing it.
And just for fun, here is a picture, or two, of an amazing little girl typing the text after the picture.
This morning we decided to go for a family bike ride. Marcia Holland’s first. I think she enjoyed it. She took a nap in her bike trailer.
First we had to see if her helmet would fit her yet.
Still a little loose, but we decided it was close enough to go for a short ride.
After the ride she and Jacob had matching helmet-hair.
Next time we will have to set up the camera on a timer so we can get a shot of all three of us out for a bike ride.
We were all relaxing, Marcia on the floor, Me in the recliner and Jacob on the futon with the iPad. He fell asleep, and Marcia saw this as her opportunity. She crawled over, stood up, realized she could not reach, and put her xylophone in place as a step. Sadly for her, Jacob woke up in time to rescue it from her.
Then we decided to let Copyright take a turn at the piano. I hope you can get an idea of how much she likes the piano. Unfortunately, this video turned out odd. I recorded it with my phone. Now, watching the playback, it has the full three and a half minutes of video with audio, though somehow it un-synced. I don’t know how or why. When I uploaded it to youtube, it sped up part of the video and cut it short, and so there is only 25 seconds of audio. I (as her mother) still enjoy it, I hope you can too.
Another interesting fact…Marcia Had tooth number 8 break through the gums. Four on top and four on bottom! (Part of mee thinks this is unfair. I know all people are different and what not, but I know of kids that don’t start getting teeth till their first birthday. I wonder why she is in such a hurry.)