So as I told you at the end of my PBA blog, Sarah and I were now on a Wii hunt. How hard could it be for us to find one? The Wii has been out for almost two years, and there was no holiday rush to get one. So anytime Wii have been out and about, Wii check the area stores for a Wii. First Target, nope; Meijer, nope: Game Stop, nope. What are Wii to do? Wii really didn't want it to turn into another hunting expedition like it has been for Cars. Wii asked at both Target and Meijer when they usually get more in. Both big box stores told us that that when they are in their circular, they will be in stock that Sunday morning. Wii were in luck! As Wii looked at Meijer's ad on Sunday, there they were. Sarah rushed out to Meijer around 12:00 and found out that they had 24 Wiis, but they were already gone. Wii were crushed. Wii also talked to the guy at Game Stop and asked him when they get their Wii shipments in. Wii were informed that they get Wiis during the week but that they weren't sure exactly what day they would come in. He did let us know that Wii should check around 11:00 every morning to see if they had any. Well today I had an extended lunch break and stopped by Game Stop about 11:30 expecting just to peek my head in and ask if they had any Wiis. Low and behold they had one left. Wii are now the new owners of a Wii system and a son who will probably throw out a shoulder bowling. Wii will keep you updated on any new games or accesories Wii buy.
Wii Want List
Mario Party 8
MarioKart
High School Musical
Disney Princesses
Dance Dance Revolution
Summer Sports
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
More Dinner Conversation
During dinner...
Robby: Guess who I want to marry? It's somebody in my family.
Rob: You can't marry anybody in your family.
Grace: Why?
Rob: Because you can't.
Grace: Why?
Rob: Because it's against the law.
Grace: Why?
Rob (looking for help): Because it is.
Grace: Why?
Sarah: Grace, did you want to open your presents after dinner tomorrow?
Grace: Really?!?
Robby: Guess who I want to marry? It's somebody in my family.
Rob: You can't marry anybody in your family.
Grace: Why?
Rob: Because you can't.
Grace: Why?
Rob: Because it's against the law.
Grace: Why?
Rob (looking for help): Because it is.
Grace: Why?
Sarah: Grace, did you want to open your presents after dinner tomorrow?
Grace: Really?!?
What is Homesick?
During dinner...
Grace: One time at my school, Drew came in after lunch.
Mom: Why was he late? Did he have something important to do in the morning?
Grace: No, I don't think so. He was just homesick, I think.
Robby: What is homesick?
Grace: It's when you get sick and have to stay home and can't go anywhere.
Grace: One time at my school, Drew came in after lunch.
Mom: Why was he late? Did he have something important to do in the morning?
Grace: No, I don't think so. He was just homesick, I think.
Robby: What is homesick?
Grace: It's when you get sick and have to stay home and can't go anywhere.
School Story #2 (Hee hee)
Rob just shared a story with me that left me with my mouth open and speechless.
Three years ago, a teacher in Rob's school continued denying a student a hall pass for the bathroom. The student indicated that it was not an emergency, and that he could wait.
Later in the class, something smelled weird. I must remind you that I have no additional details, only what Rob is able to remember at the moment. After investigating, the teacher found that the student had pooped in the sink in the classroom.
Disappointingly, Rob cannot remember what happened next in the classroom, why no one saw this happen, what punishment was doled out, or if this teacher has changed his bathroom policy.
Three years ago, a teacher in Rob's school continued denying a student a hall pass for the bathroom. The student indicated that it was not an emergency, and that he could wait.
Later in the class, something smelled weird. I must remind you that I have no additional details, only what Rob is able to remember at the moment. After investigating, the teacher found that the student had pooped in the sink in the classroom.
Disappointingly, Rob cannot remember what happened next in the classroom, why no one saw this happen, what punishment was doled out, or if this teacher has changed his bathroom policy.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
School Story
I thought I would reward my patient readers with some adventures from my professional life. Few have experienced this excitement (Amy, you remember the plethora of nose-pickers.), and only a few live it each and every day. If anyone would ever like to experience some of this joy with me one day, just let me know. I can't guarantee anything truly exciting will happen, but events, dialogue, and observations of the tween in his or her natural habitat are sure to entertain and enlighten.
Alicia (I may or may not be using real names here.) would complain most days about a headache or stomachache and call her mom or dad to come pick her up. One normal day, Alicia complained in the morning to me about a stomachache. Now, spring conferences were just under my belt. Her parents and I discussed her need to leave school, and her mom, an RN, told me that unless she was running a fever and near death, keep her in school. Well, Alicia was not running a fever and was still talking just as much as usual (a lot), so back to her seat she went.
Alicia persisted. After lunch, she went to the office again to have her temperature taken. Normal. She called home anyway, and her mom told her that she could stick it out for the rest of the day. I reitterated that with an hour left to go of school, suggesting she put her head down on her desktop in the back of the room if she needed to.
In the midst of one of my fascinating science lessons, I heard a pop can open. So help me, there better not be a kid poppin' a top in my classroom! I looked around for the parched culprit, but instead found a gagging cluster of students. After telling them to back off, I saw Alicia, pale and hunched over a small puddle of lunch. Oops. My bad.
As it turns out, Alicia had appendicitis, which her mom caught later that evening when Alicia was moaning and twisting while trying to soak in the bathtub. Alicia recovered quickly from her surgery, and was back to school in a week. Her science book, however, was not so lucky.
Alicia (I may or may not be using real names here.) would complain most days about a headache or stomachache and call her mom or dad to come pick her up. One normal day, Alicia complained in the morning to me about a stomachache. Now, spring conferences were just under my belt. Her parents and I discussed her need to leave school, and her mom, an RN, told me that unless she was running a fever and near death, keep her in school. Well, Alicia was not running a fever and was still talking just as much as usual (a lot), so back to her seat she went.
Alicia persisted. After lunch, she went to the office again to have her temperature taken. Normal. She called home anyway, and her mom told her that she could stick it out for the rest of the day. I reitterated that with an hour left to go of school, suggesting she put her head down on her desktop in the back of the room if she needed to.
In the midst of one of my fascinating science lessons, I heard a pop can open. So help me, there better not be a kid poppin' a top in my classroom! I looked around for the parched culprit, but instead found a gagging cluster of students. After telling them to back off, I saw Alicia, pale and hunched over a small puddle of lunch. Oops. My bad.
As it turns out, Alicia had appendicitis, which her mom caught later that evening when Alicia was moaning and twisting while trying to soak in the bathtub. Alicia recovered quickly from her surgery, and was back to school in a week. Her science book, however, was not so lucky.
PBA?
How bad is it that my 4-year-old son continuously beat me and his grandpa in bowling this weekend? He was so on top of his game that he could tell you how many spares and strikes he had going in each game. Lucky for all involved, we were playing on the Wii. If we had been playing with a real bowling ball, I'm pretty sure Robby would have killed himself or someone else with his very unorthodox throwing style. I'm now off to find a Wii to practice so I can beat my 4-year-old. Wish me luck!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Memory Monday Update
Grace came home today with her Memory Monday.
"I MAD BLUE BAREE MUFINS"
It seems the babysitter beat out all family. Good to know.
"I MAD BLUE BAREE MUFINS"
It seems the babysitter beat out all family. Good to know.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Memory Monday
Every Monday, Grace's kindergarten class has their Memory Monday writing workshop. Grace loves Memory Monday and puts a lot of thought in throughout the week as to what she will write about.
This week was no exception. Several out-of-the-ordinary events took place, including Papa being here all week, Addy's adoption (which included a visit to the ever-popular, toy-filled basement), a visit from Aunt Lorrie, Grandma, Aunt Erin and Chloe, Kristina coming to visit/babysit (which included cooking and crafts), and Uncle Dan's recital. This evening, while still at the restaurant after Uncle Dan's recital, I asked Grace what she might write about tomorrow.
Her response? When Uncle Dan and Jeff (his friend from Martin) taught her how to do "hard math". 9000 + 9000 = 18,000
This week was no exception. Several out-of-the-ordinary events took place, including Papa being here all week, Addy's adoption (which included a visit to the ever-popular, toy-filled basement), a visit from Aunt Lorrie, Grandma, Aunt Erin and Chloe, Kristina coming to visit/babysit (which included cooking and crafts), and Uncle Dan's recital. This evening, while still at the restaurant after Uncle Dan's recital, I asked Grace what she might write about tomorrow.
Her response? When Uncle Dan and Jeff (his friend from Martin) taught her how to do "hard math". 9000 + 9000 = 18,000
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
North Sashabaw Elementary's 7th Annual Talent Show
Rob and I work with tweens, as much as we hate that word, all day. (Look for more on that in a future post). So we were hoping to avoid the talent show at Grace's school. However, due to some manipulative mentionings of fame and glory by Grace's teacher, Grace had her heart set on attending and performing with the kindergarten class.
I don't know how to put the talent show into words. It's something you can really only experience. Part of me was so proud I could burst. Part of me couldn't believe I was sitting for two hours in the auditorium watching bad lip synching and unrehearsed choreography. Part of me used the time to check over these kids Grace would be attending school with for the next 12 years. Part of me wondered what I could have done with the $5 spent on admission (mmmmmm...Tim Horton's).
Grace was so proud of being in the talent show. I do have to admit, she was the most talented kindergartener up there, singing "When the Rain Comes Down" and signing like Marlee Matlin. She knew what to do and when to do it. She didn't even get distracted when Jennifer (her best friend) turned to her to say something in the middle of the song. She kept right on signing and singing.
Some other acts (besides the one my talented daughter was in) were pretty good. Two fifth grade boys did a well-timed "Who's on First?" skit. Grace's friend and classmate, Will, sang "Oh My Darlin' Clementine" alone. Grace's classmate Drew and his family and friends danced the evolution of dance.
Some acts were just hilarious. A first grader played an "original" song on his synthesizer, then grabbed his keyboard and ran offstage when done. Two second grade classes performed a reader's theater, which would have been fine if not for the three students getting into an argument about who got to speak into the microphone more (which is all you heard). A second grader played "Are You Sleeping?" on the piano, which was fine, but her dad jumped up at the end and clapped his heart out. Two tiny fifth grade boys with unnaturally spikey hair rocked out to Guitar Hero.
Unfortunately, the verdict is still out on poor, sick Cam and his human pretzel skit. One can only imagine.
I guess the talent show wasn't that bad. I would do it again. Chances are that I will, since I will have a child at North Sashabaw Elementary for the next 10 years, and Grace now loves all aspects of talent shows.
I don't know how to put the talent show into words. It's something you can really only experience. Part of me was so proud I could burst. Part of me couldn't believe I was sitting for two hours in the auditorium watching bad lip synching and unrehearsed choreography. Part of me used the time to check over these kids Grace would be attending school with for the next 12 years. Part of me wondered what I could have done with the $5 spent on admission (mmmmmm...Tim Horton's).
Grace was so proud of being in the talent show. I do have to admit, she was the most talented kindergartener up there, singing "When the Rain Comes Down" and signing like Marlee Matlin. She knew what to do and when to do it. She didn't even get distracted when Jennifer (her best friend) turned to her to say something in the middle of the song. She kept right on signing and singing.
Some other acts (besides the one my talented daughter was in) were pretty good. Two fifth grade boys did a well-timed "Who's on First?" skit. Grace's friend and classmate, Will, sang "Oh My Darlin' Clementine" alone. Grace's classmate Drew and his family and friends danced the evolution of dance.
Some acts were just hilarious. A first grader played an "original" song on his synthesizer, then grabbed his keyboard and ran offstage when done. Two second grade classes performed a reader's theater, which would have been fine if not for the three students getting into an argument about who got to speak into the microphone more (which is all you heard). A second grader played "Are You Sleeping?" on the piano, which was fine, but her dad jumped up at the end and clapped his heart out. Two tiny fifth grade boys with unnaturally spikey hair rocked out to Guitar Hero.
Unfortunately, the verdict is still out on poor, sick Cam and his human pretzel skit. One can only imagine.
I guess the talent show wasn't that bad. I would do it again. Chances are that I will, since I will have a child at North Sashabaw Elementary for the next 10 years, and Grace now loves all aspects of talent shows.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Oh, How I Love Snow Days
Contrary to popular belief, I did not become a teacher because of the possibility of snow days. It is a nice perk, though.
In my years of trying to hide the glee of a potential snow day from my students, I have learned of many snow day rituals, told to me by my students. Some are as offbeat as preparing everything for the next day - backpack loaded, lunch packed, clothes laid out, alarm set, etc. Others are as ridiculous as standing in front of an open refrigerator with your pajamas on backwards and inside out, singing Frosty the Snowman. Hey, whatever works.
I have had two snow days already this week, and tomorrow is up in the air, although Chuck Gaidica now says that the heaviest snowfall is not supposed to come until morning rush hour, which is not nearly early enough.
In my early morning meteorology/prayer sessions, I have learned that several factors can contribute to a snow day. First, lots of snow is not mandatory. Sometimes ice is enough. Second, rain on top of snow is a guaranteed snow day because it makes the dirt roads horrendous. Third, high winds have the possibility of knocking out power to all of Ortonville, rendering our district helpless. Finally, and this has only happened once, if something happens to the entire fleet of Northern Oakland County's snow plows and salt trucks the night before a major snow storm, the roads cannot be cleared. :)
Snow days are the best things about winter. No other time could I get a 20-second phone call at 5am, go back to sleep with a smile on my face, and wake up to absolutely no obligations. The way I look at it, I should have been at school the whole day. Therefore, the laundry, dishes, and vacuum won't be expecting anything during the day. Snow days beg for me to stay in my pajamas and watch TV. Speaking of which, everybody sing along! "Frosty the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal..."
In my years of trying to hide the glee of a potential snow day from my students, I have learned of many snow day rituals, told to me by my students. Some are as offbeat as preparing everything for the next day - backpack loaded, lunch packed, clothes laid out, alarm set, etc. Others are as ridiculous as standing in front of an open refrigerator with your pajamas on backwards and inside out, singing Frosty the Snowman. Hey, whatever works.
I have had two snow days already this week, and tomorrow is up in the air, although Chuck Gaidica now says that the heaviest snowfall is not supposed to come until morning rush hour, which is not nearly early enough.
In my early morning meteorology/prayer sessions, I have learned that several factors can contribute to a snow day. First, lots of snow is not mandatory. Sometimes ice is enough. Second, rain on top of snow is a guaranteed snow day because it makes the dirt roads horrendous. Third, high winds have the possibility of knocking out power to all of Ortonville, rendering our district helpless. Finally, and this has only happened once, if something happens to the entire fleet of Northern Oakland County's snow plows and salt trucks the night before a major snow storm, the roads cannot be cleared. :)
Snow days are the best things about winter. No other time could I get a 20-second phone call at 5am, go back to sleep with a smile on my face, and wake up to absolutely no obligations. The way I look at it, I should have been at school the whole day. Therefore, the laundry, dishes, and vacuum won't be expecting anything during the day. Snow days beg for me to stay in my pajamas and watch TV. Speaking of which, everybody sing along! "Frosty the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul. With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal..."
Friday, January 25, 2008
Too Good for the Quote List
Robby: Mommy, I think I really need to lay down.
Sarah: Why?
Robby: Because my moose hurts.
Sarah: Why?
Robby: Because my moose hurts.
Snooze Button, Snooze Button. Where for art thou Snooze Button?
I was tired of losing my temper in the morning because Grace and Robby weren't doing the things we consistently reminded them to do. I don't know how many times I can tell Grace to brush her hair, only to hear, "Oh, I forgot." Grrrrr...
So I created two simple checklists on Word for Grace and Robby that list what each needs to do before Mommy says it is time to go. Next to some checkmarks, I typed out simple sentences and added a picture to help those little non-readers.
It's been two weeks since the lists were printed and shared, and I do have to say that both kids don't have to be reminded to do anything on them. There is still the occasional crying because it is too early to leave and they aren't done playing, but I am not battling with them about being ready to go.
To demonstrate how effective these lists have been, Rob came home today with Grace to find her PJs still strewn across the living room floor. Grace gets dressed downstairs with Rob there after she eats breakfast (to avoid those nasty milk stains on school clothes). When he told her for the 813th time that she needs to take care of them in the morning, she argued that it wasn't on her list.
So I created two simple checklists on Word for Grace and Robby that list what each needs to do before Mommy says it is time to go. Next to some checkmarks, I typed out simple sentences and added a picture to help those little non-readers.
It's been two weeks since the lists were printed and shared, and I do have to say that both kids don't have to be reminded to do anything on them. There is still the occasional crying because it is too early to leave and they aren't done playing, but I am not battling with them about being ready to go.
To demonstrate how effective these lists have been, Rob came home today with Grace to find her PJs still strewn across the living room floor. Grace gets dressed downstairs with Rob there after she eats breakfast (to avoid those nasty milk stains on school clothes). When he told her for the 813th time that she needs to take care of them in the morning, she argued that it wasn't on her list.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Best "Car"-aoke Songs
In the 5 minutes I am in the car alone and able to belt out any tune, which includes adding a couple wiggly dance moves to defrost a bit, I have a wishlist for the radio. Note that some of these songs are not appropriate with children in the car.
Country:
- How Do You Like Me Now? - Toby Keith
- Flowers on the Wall - Eric Heatherly
- Boondocks - Little Big Town
- Prayin' for Daylight - Rascal Flatts
- Little Goodbyes - SHeDAISY
- If You Ever Stop Loving Me - Montgomery Gentry
- Then What - Clay Walker
- Sold (The Grundy County Auction Incident) - John Michael Montgomery
- Dance Ten, Looks Three - A Chorus Line
- We're All in This Together - High School Musical Cast
- Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee - Stockard Channing (Grease)
- We Go Together - John Travolta (Grease)
- Greased Lightning - John Travolta
- My Favorite Things - Sound of Music Cast
- Everybody Needs Somebody To Love - The Blues Brothers
- Friend Like Me - Aladdin
- The Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show Cast
- Elevation - U2
- Long View - Green Day
- Grade 9 - BNL
- Army - Ben Folds
- She Hates Me - Puddle of Mudd
- Roll to Me - Del Amitri
- Just a Girl - No Doubt
- Mary Jane's Last Dance - Tom Petty & The Heart Breakers
- All For You - Sister Hazel
- Two Princes - Spin Doctors
- No Rain - Blind Melon
- Hurricane Party - Cowboy Mouth
- Jenny Says - Cowboy Mouth
- Love of My Life - Cowboy Mouth
- Blister in the Sun - Violent Femmes
- Bizarre Love Triangle - Frente!
Gotta Love These Oldies:
- Super Bowl Shuffle - Chicago Bears
- How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) - James Taylor
- Faith - George Michael
- Wake Me Up Before You Go Go - Wham!
- Tell Her About It - Billy Joel
- The Longest Time - Billy Joel
- Cocktails For Two - Spike Jones
- Love Potion No. 9 - The Clovers
- Chantilly Lace - Big Bopper
- The Way You Make Me Feel - Michael Jackson
- We Are the World - Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie
- Billie Jean - Michael Jackson
- Do You Wanna Dance - The Beach Boys
- Footloose - Kenny Loggins
- R-E-S-P-E-C-T - Aretha Franklin
- Keep On Loving You - REO Speedwagon
- Don't Stop Believing - Journey
- Twist and Shout - Beatles
- Good Lovin' - Rascals
- Monkee's Theme - The Monkees
- Stuck With You - Huey Lewis & The News
- I Can't Dance - Genesis
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
5K, Anyone?
In trying to motivate myself into getting back into shape, one that's not round, I have decided to run my first 5K. I would like to invite any of you who would like to participate to join me at LMC on April 19th. I have found a very nice trainign program to help me get from the couch to the 5K (http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml). It has been very low stress and it has slowly eased me into running again. I've always found that physical activity and weight loss works best when you have people to lean on and I would be very happy if I could get some of you to join me in this endevauor. Just think, if we're successful with a 5K we can move onto a 10K, a half-marathon and possibly even a marathon. What else do you have to do for 5-6 hours on a Saturday? If you're interested I've also found some pretty good "healthy" recipes. Here's to setting a good example for our kids and making ourselves healthy in the process.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Is it just me?
Is it just me, or does Brad and Helen's tag cloud on their blog bother anyone else? If not for the various font sizes, then at least for the first line, "Allan * Annoying".
Friday, January 11, 2008
Competition
I'm pretty busy. I have three kids, a full time job, a demanding television viewing schedule to adhere to, and this blog.
"Then why, Sarah, you haven't posted to this blog since October?" you (Amy) exclaim.
Sometimes, I have nothing to say. Sometimes I have too much. Sometimes, I am just too exhausted from telling Robby to stop talking, wiping off Lily's hands, telling Robby to stop singing, reading through the endless papers from Grace's school, telling Robby to stop humming, figuring out what to do with the high-energy artistic output of our two oldest, telling Robby to stop making monster sounds, trying to get Lily to open her mouth for peas, and telling Robby to stop yelling.
Now, however, all has changed. I must become more consistent. I must post interesting tidbits for all to read. I must outdo Amy's blog.
"Then why, Sarah, you haven't posted to this blog since October?" you (Amy) exclaim.
Sometimes, I have nothing to say. Sometimes I have too much. Sometimes, I am just too exhausted from telling Robby to stop talking, wiping off Lily's hands, telling Robby to stop singing, reading through the endless papers from Grace's school, telling Robby to stop humming, figuring out what to do with the high-energy artistic output of our two oldest, telling Robby to stop making monster sounds, trying to get Lily to open her mouth for peas, and telling Robby to stop yelling.
Now, however, all has changed. I must become more consistent. I must post interesting tidbits for all to read. I must outdo Amy's blog.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Discipline in December
As a parent I have come to enjoy disciplining in December. My favorite discipline statements, "Stop!", "Go sit at the table", and "Do you want a spanking?" have now been replaced by, "Santa's watching." and "Do you think Santa likes that?" The best thing is that there is no argument after the fact and the kids act ten times better. It's actually gotten to that point that Robby will now point out when he is doing something good. It's like "Scared Straight" for preschoolers. My vote is to implement Christmas as a year long holiday, we're close enough to it as it is. It makes parenting so much easier. Can I get a "Hell Yeah!"
Sunday, October 28, 2007
That "Sunday Evening" Feeling
My house is dusty. There is a basket of unfolded clean laundry in the middle of the living room. I just spotted some sort of toy-like thing stuck into the molding of our kitchen cabinets. The bathrooms are a bit more than grungy. This is the moment when that "Sunday Evening" feeling drifts in, like a low, dark storm cloud.
What on Earth did I do this weekend? Where did all my time go? Is it really true that I will have to go back to work tomorrow and start this whole rigmarole over again?
Let's see...We took turns sleeping in. That's always nice.
We battled the no-nap attitude and kind of won. Not really, but we'll say we did. Grace slept one of the days. That counts for something. Robby, though, not so cooperative.
Rob vacuumed and swept on Friday before I even got home. Does that count, though, since my weekend had not started yet? We'll give that a half point on the score sheet. :)
We did several loads of laundry and managed to put it (almost) all away. Damn that unfolded basket of lights and whites! On the bright side, though, the piles in the bedrooms are gone!
We got Grace some new tennis shoes and Lily some more formula and water. Robby got squat.
I checked two class sets of science tests, made up new seating charts for both classes, and typed up their brainstorming lists from last week. It helps that Monday morning blah by having something done that I was dreading doing in the first place.
I gathered the Halloween costumes for the kids' parties at school, got treats for their parties, packed all the bags for tomorrow, and picked out clothes for the week. It looks like we are moving out, what with all the bags and stuff at our door waiting anxiously for tomorrow.
All kids had a bath. If only Rob would shower. :)
Rob and the kids made molasses cookies on Saturday morning while I slept. Mmmmmm...sleep.
Rob and I watched a couple movies, Chocolat and Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny. One pretty good, the other makes me want to poke my eyes out. You decide.
All in all, a pretty good weekend. Sure, there's always something else to do on the neverending to-do list of parents/teachers/homeowners, but we were able to get a few things done while still enjoying our time at home with each other.
Only 5 more days until the next weekend!
What on Earth did I do this weekend? Where did all my time go? Is it really true that I will have to go back to work tomorrow and start this whole rigmarole over again?
Let's see...We took turns sleeping in. That's always nice.
We battled the no-nap attitude and kind of won. Not really, but we'll say we did. Grace slept one of the days. That counts for something. Robby, though, not so cooperative.
Rob vacuumed and swept on Friday before I even got home. Does that count, though, since my weekend had not started yet? We'll give that a half point on the score sheet. :)
We did several loads of laundry and managed to put it (almost) all away. Damn that unfolded basket of lights and whites! On the bright side, though, the piles in the bedrooms are gone!
We got Grace some new tennis shoes and Lily some more formula and water. Robby got squat.
I checked two class sets of science tests, made up new seating charts for both classes, and typed up their brainstorming lists from last week. It helps that Monday morning blah by having something done that I was dreading doing in the first place.
I gathered the Halloween costumes for the kids' parties at school, got treats for their parties, packed all the bags for tomorrow, and picked out clothes for the week. It looks like we are moving out, what with all the bags and stuff at our door waiting anxiously for tomorrow.
All kids had a bath. If only Rob would shower. :)
Rob and the kids made molasses cookies on Saturday morning while I slept. Mmmmmm...sleep.
Rob and I watched a couple movies, Chocolat and Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny. One pretty good, the other makes me want to poke my eyes out. You decide.
All in all, a pretty good weekend. Sure, there's always something else to do on the neverending to-do list of parents/teachers/homeowners, but we were able to get a few things done while still enjoying our time at home with each other.
Only 5 more days until the next weekend!
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