No really, we will have the chest of drawers finished before this baby is born. Really.
Staring at the bits will make it happen.
Doing one tiny bit every week or so, will get it done.
The instructions make my husband run away.
We appear to no longer have a power screwdriver. This is making it TEDIOUS!
Ahem.
In other news. This household managed April Fools unscathed. Apart from the snow. Ha ha mother nature.
Oh and apparently we have a HUGE hole in our roof. Now with a huge TARP over it.
Go speedy repairs of the landlord or whatever.
I am blaming my pregnancy hormones for telling the guys who were blowing insulation into the attics to ‘fuck off’ yesterday.
That and they had blocked my car and hadn’t had the courtesy to warn us when they were arriving about the parking plans.
Asshats.
They also deserved this for not ever showing up on time as schedule. Our poor manager was constantly sending out new notices about their pending arrival because of their lateness and no shows.
Speaking of pregnancies..we are all sitting here waiting to here about my sister in law who is due, well now.
As an only child, I am totally digging the concept of being an Auntie.
Right before Spring Break, we got Adam’s report card. It was average. You know, the ‘meets expectations’ stuff.
It all seemed so…I don’t know…down.
Not that we were expecting declarations of genius, but we just felt a bit concerned that the reports didn’t seem to ever reflect his strong points at all.
Sooooo when we found out that they had been moving desks around to deal with ‘too much Grade One chatter,’ and that Adam was beside a little kindergartner who has Downs, we started to get concerned.
Not about him sitting there. Adam is so caring and loves this girl. He enjoys helping her and reading with her. We love that about him.
But we didn’t want him being academically penalized by this. We wanted to make sure his empathy was recognized.
So we had a little meeting at lunch with his teachers. And it went okay.
They explained about the report cards and how they work. The told us that Adam was right in there for the average Grade One boy.
While I don’t know how impressed I am that he is being graded based on his gender..I do understand and do know what he is like and what needs work and so on.
At least it appears we are all on the same page.
I still don’t like her methods. We had quite the interesting discussion about the stickers for 10 out of 10 on spelling. The teacher was going on about how she always emphasizes that they are all doing their best and their own best is just great, so I pointed out that the sticker system would then totally defeat that pep talk since kids tend to view things very black and white and compare themselves to their peers.
I really don’t think she had thought about it.
Go figure.
i can totally see you telling those guys to F off lol! love it!
I am, as of yet, a few years away from teacher meetings, but this post has reminded me of the many and varied issues my mother had with most of my teacher’s.
I think that she had home-schooled me for so long (until about the age of 7) that she had trouble letting go.
This made me think about how I want to approach differences of opinion between my child’s teachers and myself.
I remember sensing the tension and being confused about who I was supposed to be impressing, the teacher or my mother. (once I figured out that my mother’s standards were much higher, I took the path of least resistance.)
Do you find it difficult to encourage your son, or reassure him that 8 and 9 out of 10 is A-okay without undermining his teacher and her system in the classroom?
Like I said, I have a few years to worry about it, but I would be interested to hear more about how you are coping with it.
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just as contrast, my daughters grade 1 teacher gives out stickers for when the child tries their best/shows improvement. My kid gets stickers when she prints her letters all facing in the right direction 😛
Asshat is one of my favorite words!
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