Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I Hav a Lus Twoth

Well, if she wasn't old already, she sure is now.

Bethelle has a loose tooth. I found a paper just now with the above title written on it. On the reverse was a rendition of the route the bus will take to school. Apparently, it will drive through the "forist" then past the park, and finally arrive at school.

The school hosted an open house today. I'm concerned that she won't learn anything. There are a lot of toys in that room. And the curriculum consists of learning shapes and letter sounds. But not all of the letter sounds. Certainly no consonant blends (per the teacher's syllabus). And shapes? Shapes?

What am I doing? I'm so confused. Is this really the correct place for her? If she can write, "I hav a lus twoth," what is she going to do in that class? I am doubting myself.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Precious Time

We're now down to five days until Kindergarten. Everytime Bethelle comes close to me, I grab her, and hug her. And maybe it lasts a bit longer than usual. And I get a little sad. And if it's still morning, I think, "at this time next week, she won't be here." Of course, she'll be home by 11:30 every day, but I feel like she'll be so ... gone.

I've always had misgivings about our public education system; how it's organized and run. But I know that I want her to be part of a classroom, and we live in a great school district. Am I feeling a tiny part of how it feels to watch a child go off to college? Is it that kind of sadness? Or is it because there's something wrong with entrusting your beautiful child to a stranger who gets their marching orders from government, unions, and lobbyists?

I don't know. I hope I figure it out soon.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Reasons to Go

Me: Bethelle, what am I going to do without you when you go to school?

Bethelle: Mooooooommm...

Me: Maybe you should just stay home. You don't really have to go to school yet. Don't you want to just stay with me? You can start school later.

Bethelle: But Mom! I want to learn and read.

Rigby interjects: Hev'ny Fadder (Heavenly Father) want her go to school!

How can you argue with that? Off she goes. Eleven days.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Bouncing and Voting as a Family

Cousin Asher had a birthday party, complete with bounce house and a pinata.
Tuesday was election day. It seemed to have gone OK. Just primaries, mostly. I am committed to teaching liberty to my children, so we dressed up and made an occasion out of filling in the ballot and dropping it off. "I voted" stickers for everyone!
We went to Nick's work that afternoon to get him and play in Seattle. I can't get enough pictures of this cutie!And speaking of voting, the president was in town that very day. Campaigning. For the opposition. On my dime. But that's another story. A small plane flew through off-limits airspace around the president and two fighter jets were dispatched from Portland to intercept. The plane was harmless, of course, but I got to experience two sonic booms.

Finally, a picture of the sky just after Air Force One passed through it. An interesting conclusion to our day of discussing liberty, freedom, and the constitution.
Not much to the picture, I know, but it makes me think about... things.

Shiners

If this blog is my garden, it seems that my flowers are black and blue lately.

By the way, Curie is fine. The open slot in her tongue had closed by the next morning, but I babied her for a few days anyway... just when she thought baby food was behind her. Now her injury is just a line on her tongue and all was well.

Then Rigby rolled over in bed while sleeping at Grandma's house. He hit the corner of Uncle Kyle's desk with the bridge of his nose. It goose-egged almost instantly and has now settled into two beautiful black eyes.
I love that this picture captures how he most often looks. He's wearing a Lightning McQueen PJ shirt, a cape, and holding a shield that Bethelle patched up for him. You can bet that there is a foam sword in an elongated pocket in his jeans.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Bug Bite

I am sick to my stomach typing this, but it must be said.

This morning when Curie woke up, she called for me as usual. I began making her bottle, as usual. Then she started screaming. Unusual.

I went into her room with the bottle. The light in her room had burned out the night before, so it was still a bit dark in her room. She was in my arms before I realized that her mouth was full of blood.

As I calmed her and held her, I got to a clean, wet washcloth to blot her mouth. She was screaming and choking and blood (shiver) was getting on our clothes and splattering on the floor. Mouths heal quickly, and hers was no exception. The bleeding subsided and she took her bottle.

As the morning went on, she was extra cuddly and occasionally weepy. She didn't eat much breakfast. She cried when she got tired. Also unusual for her. She never did let me have a good look at whatever cheek or lip had been hurt.

After the nap, she seemed 98% better, so I was not worried. I did see a little canker-looking spot on the inside of one cheek. I picked up Nick at the ferry, then dropped him and the big kids off at swimming lessons. I left them the car and Curie and I strollered home. That's when I saw it.

She looked up at me in the stroller with her mouth open. There was a line the length of her four teeth across her tongue. Are you sitting down? It was more than a line. It was a gash. A slot in her tongue. I could see the inside on her tongue. The slash is deep and terrible. I feel terrible.

I called the on-call doctor. She listened, then said that tongues are only sutured in the worst of cases. She thinks that this just needs time. The cut will heal (quickly) from the outside, in. She just needs a few days. I am to feed her soft, mushy foods without salt or vinegar - like you would feed yourself with a tongue injury. She will probably have a scar. I can deal with that.

I can't believe that my poor baby went through this. I am mortified that I didn't know the damage for 10 hours. My comfort is that she is behaving like she's happy and healthy, though she is not sticking out her tongue for anything. Her cries and babbles seem to be the same sounds she has always made.

My theory is that she was standing, holding onto her crib rail waiting for me, slipped, and hit her chin on the rail, tongue out. She was standing again when I got to her. There was no blood in the bed, so I know that I got there quickly. She and I are both in recovery.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

A Soiled Book is Rarely Dusty

I would love to add the best children's books to our collection, but what are they?

I especially love books like The Carrot Seed, which is simply written, teaches a deeper lesson, but is still a cute story.

Do you have a favorite to read with your kids or grandkids? What is it?

(I have changed my comment format so that anyone can add a comment, with or without a google ID. Please tell me your favorite children's story!)

Added 8/10/10:

This has been an interesting web experiment. I posted this same query on facebook and got 10 responses, vs one on this blog. I get a lot of hits here, but I guess you've got to use facebook for that many responses. If you're curious, here is the list:

  • The Bugg books by Stephen Cosgrove. They are so fun and he is a northwest writer. We have read them to all of the little kids for years.
  • The "Serendiptiy Books" by Stephen Cosgrove. Link attached:
    stephencosgrove.com/books.htm

    I love "The Lambaroo" about a lamb adopted by kangaroos and how he wants to fit in and be like them, but then learns to accept himself
  • the giving tree... classic
  • Tumble Bumble is one of our favorites
  • My 2 favorites are The Runaway Bunny and The Flying White HotDog. Both excellent stories and illustrations.
  • Oops, just looked at the second book and it's actually called Legend of the Flying Hotdog by Celeste White.
  • The Day Jimmy's Boa Ate the Wash, by Steven Kellog, The Frog and Toad stories. My fave!!
  • I Love You Stinky Face. It's about a parent's unconditional love. Adorable!!
  • The boy who ate America - my kids love it. I also love Robert Munsch books - you can find a lot of consequences in his stories if you look. There is also a series of books call Help Me Be Good but it tends to be a little negative - I try to discuss it with my kids in more positive terms as we read them.