This Halloween was a little bittersweet for me. I don't have little kids anymore. No more pumpkin crafts. No more cute princess and pirate costumes. No more trekking in the cold following my little munchkins (okay, I don't miss that).
Mister B spent the afternoon at a friends house. Little Miss M and her friend put on their zombie makeup and went out for what was likely their last trick or treat.
Sure, I still passed out candy and oohed and aahhed at the adorable little kids and faked horror at the scary older kids but it is not the same when you don't have one of your own.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
It is almost Halloween
Oh, my! Halloween is already upon us. Where in the world did October go? These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Swim practices, schoolwork, Hebrew High, laundry. So much to do, so little time.
This past week we have been working on the Tennessee Williams play "The Glass Menagerie". Mister B has been having an issue with the phrase "Gentlemen Callers". He thinks it sounds weird. I suppose it is a bit old fashioned but I think it needs to make a comeback. A time of charm and grace and not honking and general rudeness.
I love the play. Mister B and Little Miss M seem to have tolerated the play. As I was explaining to them it is difficult to read a play. It is meant to be performed, not read. You have to pay attention to stage direction and picture it in your head. Not an easy task.
This afternoon we watched the movie-with Katherine Hepburn. And I even recognized a young Sam Waterson. Who knew, besides my mother, that he was more then a lawyer on Law and Order? Okay, I knew that but I can't recall seeing him in anything else. But, I digress. My children's big observation. "They didn't have the screen like in the play." Very astute.
This past week we have been working on the Tennessee Williams play "The Glass Menagerie". Mister B has been having an issue with the phrase "Gentlemen Callers". He thinks it sounds weird. I suppose it is a bit old fashioned but I think it needs to make a comeback. A time of charm and grace and not honking and general rudeness.
I love the play. Mister B and Little Miss M seem to have tolerated the play. As I was explaining to them it is difficult to read a play. It is meant to be performed, not read. You have to pay attention to stage direction and picture it in your head. Not an easy task.
This afternoon we watched the movie-with Katherine Hepburn. And I even recognized a young Sam Waterson. Who knew, besides my mother, that he was more then a lawyer on Law and Order? Okay, I knew that but I can't recall seeing him in anything else. But, I digress. My children's big observation. "They didn't have the screen like in the play." Very astute.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Totally Jinxed It
Remember when I said how great everything was going and I didn't want to say anything for fear of jinxing it. Well, I jinxed it. The last couple of weeks have been challenging to say the least but I think we are finally back on track. Whew!
Mister B was avoiding his writing class and handing things in late. Not cool. For some reason he did not think I would find out. Delusional teen brain. How many times can one say "I know you hate writing but it is a life skill. One day you will have a boss who will give you all the sucky reports he/she does not want to do and if you want to keep your job and get promoted to where you no longer have to do the sucky reports I suggest you learn to write well." Stubborn. I can't imagine where he gets it from.
Little Miss M was also skating by in Civics. Oops, did I forget to answer 5 of those 8 questions. What do you mean I can't use "I don't like using "insert vocabulary word here" in a sentence as my sentence to show understanding of the meaning.
Seriously, was mars in retrograde or something these past few weeks?
Mister B is taking the PSAT tomorrow. That was a challenge and a half. Well over a month of my phone calls and emails being ignored by the testing guy at the high school. I was ready to go up to the high school and go apoplectic but decided to try one more phone call. He was sweet as pie and so helpful. Again-mars in retrograde anyone?
I gave Mister B a practice test yesterday and am ready to pop out the champagne that without any test prep he scored average in writing and critical thinking. Math was below average-but I expected that. He and I discussed prior to the practice exam that math was going to have to be more of a focus this year so that next year when he takes the PSAT as a Junior (when it counts) he will be prepared.
He kept asking why he had to take it this year if it didn't count. I explained my reasoning. He is taking it for the experience. His score doesn't matter at all. It is a diagnostic tool. From this test we will learn what to focus on for next year when he takes it as a Junior.
Mister B was avoiding his writing class and handing things in late. Not cool. For some reason he did not think I would find out. Delusional teen brain. How many times can one say "I know you hate writing but it is a life skill. One day you will have a boss who will give you all the sucky reports he/she does not want to do and if you want to keep your job and get promoted to where you no longer have to do the sucky reports I suggest you learn to write well." Stubborn. I can't imagine where he gets it from.
Little Miss M was also skating by in Civics. Oops, did I forget to answer 5 of those 8 questions. What do you mean I can't use "I don't like using "insert vocabulary word here" in a sentence as my sentence to show understanding of the meaning.
Seriously, was mars in retrograde or something these past few weeks?
Mister B is taking the PSAT tomorrow. That was a challenge and a half. Well over a month of my phone calls and emails being ignored by the testing guy at the high school. I was ready to go up to the high school and go apoplectic but decided to try one more phone call. He was sweet as pie and so helpful. Again-mars in retrograde anyone?
I gave Mister B a practice test yesterday and am ready to pop out the champagne that without any test prep he scored average in writing and critical thinking. Math was below average-but I expected that. He and I discussed prior to the practice exam that math was going to have to be more of a focus this year so that next year when he takes the PSAT as a Junior (when it counts) he will be prepared.
He kept asking why he had to take it this year if it didn't count. I explained my reasoning. He is taking it for the experience. His score doesn't matter at all. It is a diagnostic tool. From this test we will learn what to focus on for next year when he takes it as a Junior.
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