Here we are! Hopefully the answer to my scattered picture files, my unfilled photo albums, and my neglected family journal. And what a normal day to start with! A quiet morning, with Eric at work; Jayce, Julia, and Ana Grace off at school; and Luke and Claire working hard in (or on--more on that later) the backyard.
- Jayce has a big history test today, and a bigger Spanish project due Monday. The project requires his three-member group to plan the itinerary--complete with a detailed budget, powerpoints of sights-to-see and a presentation--of a 10-day trip to Spain. He thought he was close to done, but last night discovered he still had $1500 to spend. (Now this is something Mom can help with.)
- Julia spent last night on the couch with Mom walking through "beginning" algebra. She had missed some on a previous handout, and we were figuring out why she was right and the teacher was wrong. She went to school today with a detailed note showing her work, and strict instructions to be respectful. (I'm not sure I helped set the mood for this last night.) She also has to ask this same teacher for help opening her jammed locker (she swears it is not jammed because it is stuffed with junk), and for bonus work. We'll see how strong her diplomacy skills are.
- Speaking of teacher respect, when Ana Grace got home from school yesterday, she told me her card had been pulled for "blurting out." I was not shocked. I was a little more concerned when Ana Grace told me that, when her teacher scolded her in front of the class, AG had asked her, "Mrs. Harrison, why don't you love me?" Mrs. Harrison told AG that she did love her. AG then shook her finger back and said, "Don't tell lies, Mrs. Harrison." I'm sure it was a riot for the second-grade, but not for me.
- Luke is sitting at my feet, teasing Claire through the open window. We've had buckets of rain here, and the backyard is a mud pit. But the temperature is perfect, and we've had the backdoor open most of the morning. Luke has been pulling weeds (3 before he quit) to earn a big Bakugon toy, and Claire was doing what 2-year-olds do in a muddy, wet backyard. Now he is laughing at her wet hair, muddy face, and he is barring the door until I can get to her with a towel (or a camera).
She is crawling in! Something more important than blogging . . .
Hurray! 