My 30 Days of Thankful
Day 3
I am thankful for the health of my children. With so many terrifying moments in their lives I am grateful for everyday. From Morgan and her near death experience when she was barely 3 (that still makes my hands shake when I think about it) to Lauryn being born sleeping and refusing to cry, Nadia's forehead being split open by her sister's, and Magnus spending a week in the NICU after his birth. My husband jokes that Maxx is saving up his dangerous experiences for when he can turn my whole head grey at once.
I pray every night before bed, every morning when I wake and again any time I am parted from my children. I pray that they stay safe and healthy. I am a worrier by nature.. I can't help myself.
Whenever I start to think that my life is too hard or bemoan that my kids have a lingering chest cold, I remind myself that I am lucky. There are many families facing much worse. (I pray for them everyday) Their perseverance reminds me to be thankful for my blessing of all 5 of children being healthy.
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Subtraction Poem
Teaching subtraction and carrying over can be a nightmare. Or a simple poem can help your child remember what to do when faced with this Math.
Subtraction poem
Subtraction poem
More on top? no need to stop
More on the floor? go next door and get 10 more!
Numbers the same? Zero's the game!
I am faced with teaching my 6 yr old subtraction this coming week. It works well when they are thinking about actual items but once it's numbers alone on a page... I feel like I am speaking Greek to them the first time we go through some subjects. I am so glad K-12 teaches to Mastery of a subject. It makes it so I can help them go over it again until they understand.
Maybe we can make some Math facts pumpkins.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Mama Needs a Break
All weekend I was ready to lock myself in the bathroom and just marinate in a bubble bath with a long book until after bedtime has passed. Have you ever had one of those weeks when everything hits you at once? This is that time for me. The week before last just set the stage for the crappy week that was this week with the seemingly never ending sickness with my two youngest. Nothing like having to play nurse for two outbreak monkeys with a chest cold that don't have the social graces not to cough directly in your face. I'm shocked I didn't come down with a worse cold than I did. It must be the minor immunity I acquired from having been through this unhygienic stage with my oldest two.
Just as Maxx's cold went away teething hit him full force and he's been taking it out on me ever since. I've lost count how many times he's attempted to bite my shoulder through my clothing while in the middle of a meltdown. (even with baby sign language they still happen) He is drooling non stop so every shirt I wear is covered in slobber. I've gotten to the point I've considered donning a bib or smock to protect myself. He's been so clingy that I haven't used the restroom alone in over a month. (I'm beginning to forget what the bathroom looks like with the door closed.)
My older girls come home every week with another school project due. Not just normal projects but ones that are under a short deadline thanks to their lack of planning and poor communication with their teachers. I may offend someone with this but I hope you'll accept this apology now. Male teachers at a elementary level suck at communication with parents. When projects are assigned in a female teacher's classroom you get a packet of paper sent home describing in detail their requirements and even examples of work that is acceptable. With the male teachers you get a piece of paper that your child dictated from the teacher verbally explaining what they expect. (good luck, understanding it if you have a child like mine that doesn't learn well only verbally) Since they rotate classes (to prepare them for middle school) the students only have 1 hour to get their daily classwork done and take notes for any projects. Another pet peeve of mine is that male teachers are less imaginative on project ideas as well. My 5th grader did the same exact reading project that she did in fourth grade and that her fourth grader sister did not even a month before.
If only that was all that was swirling on my mind I could handle this like every other day. Add to the fact that we will be moving soon and I feel like a complete nut job. It's not that my husband isn't helpful, he just doesn't understand the full aspect of what needs to be accomplished. He is under the false belief that we can just toss everything in a few boxes and be ready. After living here for over 3 years and adding another person to the family we have so many things to sort out. We don't need to drag broken kid toys, clothing that doesn't fit or random papers along with us. Then there is the matter of actually finding a place for us to live. I've been the one to choose where we live with almost every single move we have ever done in the history of our marriage. It wouldn't be so overwhelming if he didn't expect us to move closer to his work, but at the same time it is important to be close to the kid's schools, shopping, and doctor's office. (We live less than a mile from all this right now, minus being close to his work. Which is the main reasons I loved living where we live now. )
I wish I could fast-forward time to when we are moved in to our new place. I hate this in between feeling. I can't even place any orders online to have anything shipped since we are so close to moving and I would risk it not making it here in time due to horrible weather everywhere but here.
Just as Maxx's cold went away teething hit him full force and he's been taking it out on me ever since. I've lost count how many times he's attempted to bite my shoulder through my clothing while in the middle of a meltdown. (even with baby sign language they still happen) He is drooling non stop so every shirt I wear is covered in slobber. I've gotten to the point I've considered donning a bib or smock to protect myself. He's been so clingy that I haven't used the restroom alone in over a month. (I'm beginning to forget what the bathroom looks like with the door closed.)
My older girls come home every week with another school project due. Not just normal projects but ones that are under a short deadline thanks to their lack of planning and poor communication with their teachers. I may offend someone with this but I hope you'll accept this apology now. Male teachers at a elementary level suck at communication with parents. When projects are assigned in a female teacher's classroom you get a packet of paper sent home describing in detail their requirements and even examples of work that is acceptable. With the male teachers you get a piece of paper that your child dictated from the teacher verbally explaining what they expect. (good luck, understanding it if you have a child like mine that doesn't learn well only verbally) Since they rotate classes (to prepare them for middle school) the students only have 1 hour to get their daily classwork done and take notes for any projects. Another pet peeve of mine is that male teachers are less imaginative on project ideas as well. My 5th grader did the same exact reading project that she did in fourth grade and that her fourth grader sister did not even a month before.
If only that was all that was swirling on my mind I could handle this like every other day. Add to the fact that we will be moving soon and I feel like a complete nut job. It's not that my husband isn't helpful, he just doesn't understand the full aspect of what needs to be accomplished. He is under the false belief that we can just toss everything in a few boxes and be ready. After living here for over 3 years and adding another person to the family we have so many things to sort out. We don't need to drag broken kid toys, clothing that doesn't fit or random papers along with us. Then there is the matter of actually finding a place for us to live. I've been the one to choose where we live with almost every single move we have ever done in the history of our marriage. It wouldn't be so overwhelming if he didn't expect us to move closer to his work, but at the same time it is important to be close to the kid's schools, shopping, and doctor's office. (We live less than a mile from all this right now, minus being close to his work. Which is the main reasons I loved living where we live now. )
I wish I could fast-forward time to when we are moved in to our new place. I hate this in between feeling. I can't even place any orders online to have anything shipped since we are so close to moving and I would risk it not making it here in time due to horrible weather everywhere but here.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Baby Books and Milestones
As a crafty mom I would love to have the baby books filled out for my children as the milestones occur. Being a busy mom of 4 kids I know that isn't realistic. I have come up with a way for me to have the best of both worlds, a complete baby book and be on top of my day-to-day drudgery. (yes, dishes and laundry I mean you.)
I hang a large wall calendar, out of reach of little sticky fingers, but in a convenient spot for myself. As my children grow and reach their different milestones I can quickly jot them down on the calendar. Later I can transcribe them to my baby books when it is a more convenient time. (usually after bedtime)
I've saved little silly sayings from my kids and even taped a small envelope from the first haircut to a calendar.
Now that my older children are in school they are constantly bringing home art work or other papers they are proud of. (Make sure they put their name and date on the back of the artwork as soon as you see it. At the least the month or even school year) Ever year I make a folder with their name, grade and teachers name on it. We will fill this folder throughout the year. At the end of the school year we pick out the papers and art that meant the most to us. One piece of art makes its way to a special frame on the wall. (turning a part of the hallway into my own children's art gallery.) The remaining stay in the folder for the day I can transfer them to their own special book of works.
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