tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22688513339344419682024-03-14T03:36:52.164-04:00Books for My Boy and YoursA blog about books that boys will enjoy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-62794677384345605682014-12-07T21:45:00.002-05:002014-12-07T21:45:54.983-05:00Stupid Alabama<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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In South Carolina, there is a small town called Society Hill. It is a town I look forward to driving through despite the abandoned buildings and empty storefronts that line the county road. <a href="http://www.sciway.net/sc-photos/darlington-county/old-society-hill-library.html" target="_blank">In Society Hill there is a library</a> -- right there on the main road for everyone driving through town to see.<br />
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For years when we drove to Florida, we passed this small library and saw a fundraising sign out front tracking the progress of the effort to build a new library building. Then one day, as we drove through, there it was. The brand new, modern, beautiful Society Hill branch of the Darlington Public Library.<br />
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When I first saw the new building, it struck me as such an enormous undertaking for this small, poor town. Then I thought about the commitment that the people of that community must have to literacy and education. What better gift could they give their children than to make sure they have a place to find books, to connect to the world with technology, to gather with peers, to learn?<br />
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I have been doing a lot of professional reading this summer -- trying to evaluate my practices and beliefs. I read <a href="http://bookwhisperer.com/" target="_blank">Donalynn Miller's books about teaching reading, <i>The Book Whisperer</i> and <i>Reading in the Wild</i></a>. She writes about how she works to create a community of readers in her classroom. I have been thinking about how I can create the same kind of community at my school and help teachers build that community in their classrooms.<br />
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When I think about a reading community, I picture the Society Hill libraries, old and new. It may only exist in my imagination, but there is a reading community there. A group of people that are dedicated to making books available to everyone, to making sure that resources are on hand to help people find the information they need, to making a space that people can meet and discuss and get to know each other.<br />
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Donalynn Miller has been added to my teaching heroes list. I will have her books on hand this year as I work to build a reading community at my school. I will also have a picture of the Society Hill library posted by my desk to remind me of the reading community that has been there and the commitment that they have to keeping it going.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-90501746920761478702014-07-22T15:59:00.002-04:002014-07-22T15:59:43.816-04:00Brilliant But WeirdWe have been listening to a lot of <a href="http://www.weirdal.com/home.htm" target="_blank">Weird Al</a> this past week. His new album was recently released and eight days in a row he released a new video from the album. I thought the first two songs and videos, "Tacky" and "Word Crimes," were brilliant and fun. The later songs I thought were typical of his work, but they did not resonate with me like those two did. It does help to know the songs or the styles he is parodying and I willingly admit to being so woefully out of touch with pop culture that I am mostly clueless about where the parodies on his new album originate.<br />
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Isaac, as you can imagine, loves Weird Al. That's his wheelhouse -- the guy gets 8-9 year olds' humor. Isaac knows slightly more of the music that is being parodied than I do, but only slightly. For him, though, the the humor does not come from the parody, it comes from the lyrics and funny videos. Most of his favorite Weird Al songs are older ones like "White and Nerdy" and "The Saga Begins" and "Eat It."<br />
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In the past week, there has also been a lot of criticism centered around the new album, specifically the song "Word Crimes" in which Weird Al uses Robin Thicke's song "Blurred Lines" to parody grammar mistakes. In it, he uses negative language to refer to people who use improper grammar. So, his song lyrics, while moderately educational and maybe even well-intentioned, are actually reinforcing stereotypes and the marginalization of a segment of society. There is supposedly debate about who he is actually parodying -- the people who use the incorrect grammar or those who are such sticklers about it.<br />
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I listened to<a href="http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/weird-als-word-crimes-video" target="_blank"> Grammar Girl's podcast yesterday about the song</a> and she has some pretty strong opinions about which side he falls on and the message his song is actually sending. I get it -- his terminology could, <i>and should</i>, have been more carefully selected. But I still think the song is fun to listen to.<br />
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Would I use the video with my students? No! Before the criticism of the song began, I knew I could never show it to my students or share it on the school Facebook page. Regardless of the degrading words he uses, the video has sexual innuendos that are not appropriate for the classroom. As much as kids, Isaac especially, love his stuff, it isn't meant for school.<br />
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Weird Al is brilliant, but he is also crass and his humor is base. Like I said, perfect for 8-9 year olds. I Googled some of the artists and songs he parodied on this album. See? Woefully out of touch. While Weird Al may not be the most high-brow influence on Isaac's musical tastes, I much prefer him listening to Yankovic than the artist "Word Crimes" came from.<br />
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Isaac and I made our annual 9 hour drive to Florida last week. Weird Al was played most of the way down. A friend commented that he didn't realize there was 9 hours worth of material. I assured him that there isn't, at least not on Spotify. And Isaac has some definite favorites. I now know them <i>all </i>by heart. I realized that Isaac is now about the same age I was when I first listened to Weird Al. I like that we have that connection and when a song comes on I can say, "I remember seeing this video when I was a kid." There are worse things over which we could bond.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-64381484986802896752014-07-21T15:26:00.004-04:002014-07-21T15:38:33.339-04:00A Summer of Reading, So FarI don't read as much during the school year as I would like. I especially don't stay caught up with the new novels that come out for elementary age children. This summer I am trying to play catch up and read some things that I have had on my list and become familiar with some books so I can make better recommendations next year for my students. So here is some of what I have been reading.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Three-Times-Lucky-Sheila-Turnage/dp/0803736703" target="_blank"><i>Three Times Lucky</i> by Sheila Turnage</a> is the first book in what is now a series. The story is set in the fictional North Carolina town of Tupelo Landing, which is somewhere "down east." Mo LeBeau, whose mysterious beginnings set the stage for a puzzle that will span future books, considers herself a detective and jumps into the fray when there is a murder in her small town. Her antics sort of help solve the crime, with some bumblings and interference along the way. Her best friend, Dale Earnhardt Johnson III, is her partner and the backdrop of small town, everyone-knows-everyone-else's business, life brings in a host of interesting characters. There are nosy old women, overly helpful local politicians, eccentric business owners, the town bully, and rivals turned friends. Mo is funny and earnest, mostly funny because she is so earnest, but her insecurities will resonate with many kids who are asking questions about life and self and the mysteries around them.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wonder-R-J-Palacio/dp/0375869026" target="_blank"><i>Wonder</i> by R.J. Palacio</a> made me cry. A lot. I cried in the first chapter and in the middle and I sobbed at the end. It is the story of Auggie Pullman, a seriously disfigured 5th grader who is going to school for the first time. His story is told from multiple perspectives -- his, his older sister's, his classmates', his sister's friends'. Through the eyes of all of these characters we get a picture of Auggie finding his path through the world and finding friends to make the journey with him. He is bullied and hurt but it is a story of triumph and healing. This is a story of perseverance and acceptance that everyone should read. But have a box of tissues on hand.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0147510139" target="_blank"><i>A Tangle of Knots</i> by Lisa Graff</a> is about a fantastical world in which most people are Talented. The Talent may be a bizarre one, like having perfect spitting aim -- or an artsy one, like being able to weave elaborate braids -- or a sentient one, like being able to place orphans with their perfect families on first meetings. In this world, in Poughkeepsie, NY, live some interesting characters whose lives become tangled together as one searches for her forever family, another searches for her Talent, another searches for adventure, another searches for a long-lost treasure, and yet another searches for an escape from the past. This story is also told from multiple perspectives and it weaves in and out of each character's experiences, all the time tying everything together and showing how people's destinies are often connected to those around them. Sometimes we all need to be reminded that what we do affects others. This story will help kids make that connection.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twerp-Mark-Goldblatt/dp/0375971424" target="_blank"><i>Twerp</i> by Mark Goldblatt</a> is set in 1960's Queens. It is about 6th grader Julian and his struggle to come to terms with some bad things he has done and what kind of person it makes him. Julian is suspended before the novel opens for an act of bullying, we assume, though what actually happened is not explained for most of the book. His English teacher gives him an assignment as additional "punishment" -- keep a journal for the remainder of the school year and get out of writing the "Julius Caesar" essay the rest of the class will have to do. The novel is Julian's journal. In it he works his way through typical 6th grade problems -- self-esteem troubles, friend troubles, girl troubles, friend troubles caused by girl troubles, self-esteem troubles caused by friend and girl troubles -- and eventually does some deep self-examining, which we all, including Julian, knew was his teacher's intention in the first place. I liked that the characters in this book were real, with real defects. Julian knows what his teacher is trying to do and openly resists it. Julian also knows that his best friend is a bully, but can't quite admit it to himself. Instead, he defends Lonnie, even at the end. But he also stands up to him and makes him do the right thing. That kind of courage is hard to find when you are 12. This is a different perspective on bullying and one I think many boys will connect with.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flora-Ulysses-The-Illuminated-Adventures/dp/076366040X" target="_blank"><i>Flora and Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures</i> by Kate DiCamillo</a> is about a lonely girl and an unlikely super hero. It reminded me a lot of <i>The Tale of Desperaux</i>, also by DiCamillo. Flora, the daughter of a divorced accountant and a romance novelist, is a cynic who doesn't believe in hope. Her approach to the world has been formed from reading <i>The Illuminated Adventures of the Amazing Incandesto</i> -- "Do not hope; instead observe." Ulysses is a squirrel who got sucked into a vacuum cleaner and emerged with super powers -- strength, flying, writing, understanding humans. Flora, with the help of some weird neighbors and unexpected friends, saves Ulysses from his arch-nemesis. In the process, she loses some of her cynicism and even finds hope. The tone is very similar to Desperaux -- characters is both books are on a journey of self-discovery and the main animal character views the world with a sense of wonder. What I think will really appeal to children about this book, especially boys, is the use of comic-style illustrations to tell part of the story. Flora also constantly refers back to her comics as she struggles to work out the various obstacles she and Ulysses encounter. The book is a nice mix of the two styles of storytelling.<br />
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I have also done some professional reading and read some adult novels, this summer. We finished reading <a href="http://booksformyboy.blogspot.com/2014/06/finally-harry.html" target="_blank"><i>Harry Potter </i>with Isaac</a> -- he is now reading <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Timmy-Failure-Mistakes-Were-Made/dp/0763660507" target="_blank">Timmy Failure:Now Look What You've Done</a></i>. I read <a href="http://booksformyboy.blogspot.com/2014/07/fortunately-milk-reviewed-by-matt.html" target="_blank"><i>Fortunately, the Milk</i> by Neil Gaiman</a>, and enjoyed it. I also have a stack of books with me to read on vacation, so my reading is far from done. Now to decide what to read next . . .<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gaiman actually has written an episode of Doctor Who, “The Doctor’s Wife," along with many other books including </span><i style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Coraline</i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">, </span><i style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Graveyard Book</i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">, and co-wrote </span><i style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Good Omens</i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"> which had me gasping for wind from laughing so hard when I read it for our church book club.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Fortunately, the Milk</i></span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is the story of one father’s attempt to bring some milk home from the store and the shaggy dog adventure he had on the way home. (Sort of a cross between Dr. Seuss’s </span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>To Think That I Saw it on Mulberry Street </i></span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and </span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>The Usual Suspects</i></span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">). It also reminded me of one of our favorite web comics, </span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Axe Cop,</i></span><span style="line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in it’s rambling “everything including the kitchen sink” method of storytelling.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Doctor famously once said,</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.15;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... timey wimey... stuff.” A</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">nd that certainly applies here. It gives young children a chance to experience non-linear cause and effect in a fairly simple way.</span></span></span><br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned that women could be independent. She never married. For a woman born at the beginning of the 20th Century this was unusual. To be honest, I don't know if she stayed single by choice or if the chance to marry just never came along for her. There were some things you just didn't ask when I was growing up. Regardless, she set an example of womanhood outside the traditional married-with-children-staying-home-keeping-house model that most women of her generation, including her sister, my grandmother, subscribed to. She worked her whole life and was proud of her career - she often had stories to share from her days with the Steamfitters and would defend unions against the staunchest foes. She supported herself and learned how to manage her money so that she would remain independent even in her retirement. Whether it was her choice or just the circumstances of her life, she embraced her single state and enjoyed her independence.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned that your are never too old to try something new. As a young girl, and later as a middle aged working woman, she always relied on her feet or public transportation to get around. She never learned how to drive. But when she retired and prepared to move to a more rural town, that would not suffice any longer. So, in her late 60's she took driving lessons and got her license. After that she was never an adventurous driver, and she definitely did not like driving at night, but she had the freedom to visit family, go to the store, or do whatever else she had the mind to. I am probably remembering her drive down the mountain to our house as longer than it really was, but I can still picture her driving along in her little Ford Escort a few times a week to bring us something or pick one of us up to spend the weekend with her or to just visit.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned the value of making something new out of something less than ordinary. Having lived through the Depression, and probably also from having to economize as a single working woman, nothing was ever wasted. My sister and I had the best dressed Barbies on the block because Aunt Sarah used the scraps of material (left over from making her own clothes or clothes for us) to make dresses for our dolls. We didn't have a fancy store-bought doll house, but we had a two-story mansion made from boxes, covered in wallpaper scraps, that we enjoyed playing with just as much. She always arrived at our house with plastic bags hanging from her arms carrying whatever it was she was bringing -- whether it was groceries or her clothes for an overnight stay. She reused everything. Shoe boxes were covered in patterned contact paper to hold loose items. Paper towel rolls were cut down to organize cords. She could make a fortune today blogging about her methods for repurposing.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned the joy of organization. Well, to be honest, I don't know that she was really organized -- but she did love "sorting" her many contact-paper-covered boxes of things. After she moved in with my mother in her 90th decade, you could often find her in her room going through her things -- mostly paper and photographs, things that connected her to her family and her old friends, she loved looking through these items and reliving memories. She had her own system of organization and it worked for her.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned the importance of generosity. She was always buying something for me or my sister or giving us money. Big or small, it was always gifts -- never loans, never any conditions. She always said that she would not be able to take it with her and she would prefer that it be put to good use during her lifetime. As long as she had enough to buy food and pay rent, everything else could be given away. Every time I was at her apartment, there was a letter thanking her for her contribution to this charity or that organization. She wasn't indiscriminate in who she gave to -- she chose causes she felt strongly about or had a connection to or maybe sent her address labels. She gave responsibly and often. Money was not important to her.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned to love books. She often took me to bookstores -- the dark, dusty bookstore downtown to buy old copies of <i>Nancy Drew</i> books or the sunny, cheerful bookstore by her apartment to buy my set of <i>Anne of Green Gables</i> books, one book at a time. I can still remember visiting both stores with her and buying books that I still own. Thinking back now, I don't recall seeing Aunt Sarah read much, though I know she did - she was a <a href="http://www.dickfrancisbooks.com/" target="_blank">Dick Francis</a> fan - but she definitely supported my love of books. She would take me to the library regularly but spend as much time parallel parking outside on the Pike Street hill as I spent inside choosing books. <br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned that going to church every Sunday is not what makes you a Christian. I know that she was active in her church in her younger years, attending regularly and teaching Sunday School. But I don't remember her stepping foot in a church except for weddings when she was older. I also don't know that I have met many people with a stronger faith than hers. She had a quiet, but strong faith. It was important to her that we have a foundation in the church, but once she retired and moved, finding a church was not a priority. She knew what she believed, she had her Bible and her hymns, and her faith in God was evidenced in how she treated the people around her. <br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned the importance of family. She gave up her youth to nurse her sick mother and take care of her widowed father. Probably gave up any chance of having a family of her own, too. She adopted us as her own and treated us like we were more than just great-nieces. She moved to Florida with us to stay close. Her mind wandered back to her early days with her family when the fuzziness started to set in. Family was her life, her reason. She would have done anything for us. And us for her.<br />
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From Aunt Sarah I learned to laugh. She had the most infectious giggle. Oftentimes, she was laughing at herself as she recounted something silly she had done. Most family dinners that she attended ended up with our stomachs hurting -- not from eating too much, but from laughing with her. Sometimes the story wouldn't even be that funny, but something would set her off giggling and then we were all caught up in her mirth, with tears running down our faces, gasping for breath.<br />
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It is the laughter that I will miss the most. There are so many other memories that have flitted through my mind as I wrote this -- watching <a href="http://www.shanana.com/" target="_blank">ShaNaNa</a> in her apartment as she cooked me a hamburger, her telling me not to stick my arm out of the window as we drove up the mountain because she had a friend whose arm was cut off doing that (yes, I believed her), her standing at the refrigerator eating out of the ice cream container (her favorite food), the homemade skirts she wore (always skirts, never pants) --but her giggle is the most vivid memory I have. <br />
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She lived a good, long, full life. She was the last of her generation and now she has joined her family who went before her in Heaven. The family she left behind will miss her, but her memories will keep her alive. I can almost hear her laughing as she catches up Grandma and Poppy and everyone else on what they have missed since they left. But I know, too, that she is up there watching over us. Our own giggling angel.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-52938619704336647762014-07-14T08:21:00.001-04:002014-07-14T08:26:19.917-04:00Futbol!Our summer has been dominated by the World Cup. We have not watched every game, but we have scheduled our weeks around the games we wanted to see. Now that it is over, Isaac and I will have to be more creative about how we fill our time.<br />
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Even though Isaac has played soccer with the YMCA since he was five, we are not a soccer household. American football has firm roots here and always will, I am sure. But I discovered over the past few weeks that I really enjoy watching soccer.<br />
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I don't know that the World Cup would have even been on our radar had our favorite coffee shop not advertised that they would be showing the USA group matches. Isaac saw the poster on one of our weekly visits early in June and immediately decided he wanted to watch them. Since we do not have cable, going to Geeksboro or a sports bar was going to be the only way to do it.<br />
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At the first match, I was barely tuned in, but after the win over Ghana I got caught up in the excitement. We went back to see the second match and then I even planned to go watch the Germany match despite the fact that Isaac was in camp and wouldn't be able to go with me. I had to be able to give him an update, right? We watched the USA lose to Belgium in the Round of 16 and Costa Rica pull off a win after being down a player and making it through extra time to come through on penalty kicks. Then there was their loss to The Netherlands in a similar scenario, and Netherlands loss to Argentina again on PK's, culminating in Argentina's loss to Germany in the final. My track record held through it all -- ultimately the team I was routing for met its demise. But it was still fun to watch.<br />
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As I told friends who talked me through some of the finer points of the game -- why the goalies' uniforms are a different color, what the yellow armbands mean, why they get a goal kick rather than a throw-in -- I know enough about soccer to sound stupid. I love watching the constant action, but I don't yet understand the finer nuances of the game -- what will get a yellow card vs. a free kick, when the players are off-sides, though I do finally at least understand what that means, whether or not the player writhing on the ground is really injured or just buying his team some rest time.<br />
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I marvel at the athleticism of the players on the field and am amazed at their running stats at the end of the games. Watching the game without interruptions, without ads, without stopping after every play pulled me in and let me get caught up in the rhythm of the play. So much different than football with its stop and go motion and TV time-outs and halves that last twice as long as the clock says they do.<br />
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What really pulled me in, though, was being part of a community of soccer fans. Watching the games at Geeksboro, many times in their intimate basement theater, cheering with a crowd, and catching the other fans' excitement is what brought me back game after game. For a few weeks, we were part of a larger soccer family. Even after "our" team lost in the finals yesterday afternoon, I smiled to see the Germany fan running up the Geeksboro stairs waving his team's flag and cheering.<br />
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Last fall Isaac chose to play flag football instead of soccer. This fall he wants to play soccer again and I look forward to watching his games, though my heart will be in my throat if his coach puts him in goal again. <br />
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And the Women's World Cup is only 326 days away!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-76465771402231774872014-06-30T10:03:00.001-04:002014-06-30T10:03:34.781-04:00Finally Harry!We started reading <i>Harry Potter</i>!<br />
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I <i><b>love </b></i>the <i>Harry Potter</i> books. I knew that I wanted to read them with Isaac some day, but I waited because I also knew that I did not want him to read them too early. As Harry's character grows and matures, so do the themes in the books. It is my personal opinion that the later books are not suited to elementary students, despite the fact that many have read them. So, it was just last year that I began asking Isaac if he wanted to start reading the series. The answer was a resolute "no." Until last month!<br />
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Many of his classmates were reading <i>Harry Potter</i> this year and I had a feeling that he would jump on the bandwagon. We have been doing family read-alouds of novels recently, and he decided our next one should be <i>The Sorcerer's Stone</i>. I was elated. <br />
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Matt is reading the story out loud, with a wonderful British accent and voices for each of the characters. We try to read a chapter a night - luckily we are flexible on bed time in the summer since some of the chapters are rather long. <br />
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We just read the chapter about the sorting hat. It is one of my favorite chapters in the entire series and I was excited about reaching that point in the story. Matt and Isaac both thought my enthusiasm was a bit odd as I bounced in anticipation of reading the chapter.<br />
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In "The Sorting Hat" chapter Harry, along with the reader, sees the interior of Hogwarts for the first time and meets most of the principal characters in the series. Rowling's descriptions of the ceiling of the main hall, the ghosts, the food appearing on the plate are vivid illustrations of the magical world we have finally entered. The reader shares Harry's amazement and his trepidation as he takes his turn with the Sorting Hat. The Hat's monologue as he decides what house Harry will be in sets the stage for the conflicts that will carry the series through to its conclusion in book 7. The glimpses we get of the professors -- McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore -- introduce us to the characters that will shape Harry into the wizard he becomes.<br />
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We still have a lot to read of the first book, and then there are the other six to read after. I am not sure that we will read all of them out loud, though I will re-read them as Isaac reads so we can experience Harry's adventures together.<br />
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I have been waiting to share these books with Isaac for almost nine years. Now that the time is finally here, I am content to take it slow. I am hoping Isaac will love these books as much as I do.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-90639390363603526212014-06-02T19:04:00.001-04:002014-06-02T19:11:08.194-04:00We Have Come to The Age of TestingActually, the testing started in kindergarten, but the stakes weren't as high as they are in 3rd grade in North Carolina. This year, parents of 3rd graders were told in August that if our children did not pass the test, then they would be able to promote to 4th grade, but as a transitional 3rd grader receiving remedial help. Then in December, parents were told that if students did not pass the test, but had a complete portfolio which showed that they had mastered twelve standards, then they could promote to 4th grade with no strings attached. Then parents were told in February that if students had received a certain score or higher on the beginning of the year "pre-EOG", then they did not have to have a portfolio. Then in March, we heard through the grapevine that instead of looking at a portfolio or the "pre-EOG" score, teachers could use the quarterly assessments that they give each student to determine promotion to 4th grade if the student does not pass the EOG. <br />
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Needless to say, I was in Isaac's classroom one afternoon a couple of weeks ago asking what the deal was and what the steps would be if Isaac has a bad day and does not pass his tests this week. His teacher looked at me with pity and pointed out that if I am confused, imagine what parents who don't work for the school system are feeling right now. <br />
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So this is what needs to happen for a 3rd grader to promote to 4th grade, free and clear. First chance is to pass the reading EOG tomorrow. If Isaac accomplishes that, then we are done. If not, then the second chance is a different, supposedly easier test next week. Ace that, and it is over. If not, his teacher will look at his end of the year assessments. If he is proficient, then he is a 4th grader come June 13th. If not, then he is off to summer school, or whatever fun name they are choosing to give it. If he makes it through summer school and shows that he has mastered what he needs for 4th grade, then he will officially be a 4th grader. If not, then he will be in a 4th grade classroom in August, but with a 3rd grade label. Clear? Of course not.<br />
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Isaac's teachers have tried to keep the stress level down in class as the tests have gotten closer, and I have tried to keep away from the subject at home, while mentally preparing for a rough week and planning how I can make it easier for him. But about three weeks ago the lamentations began -- Isaac wishing EOG's were over and wishing that he didn't have to take them at all. Isaac worrying about not being to sleep the night before because he would be thinking about the test. Isaac feeling like the weeks were dragging and the tests would never be behind him. <br />
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I have worked in education for 14 years and been involved with EOG's every single one of them. I have never liked them, but I have always accepted that they are a necessary evil. Now, experiencing the testing from the perspective of a parent, I no longer believe they are necessary, but I definitely believe they are evil.<br />
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Of course, there have been children's books written about testing. They are humorous works for the most part that point out the ridiculousness of the process and try to help kids relax before the big day by making fun of how stressed the teachers get about it. And a few of them are spot on. Every teacher who reads them recognizes the absurdity of what we go through each year. <br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Testing-Miss-Malarkey-Judy-Finchler/dp/0802776248" target="_blank"><i>Testing Miss Malarkey</i> by Judy Finchler</a> is a great parody of what happens as the tests get closer. The students prepare for the IPTU test as the teachers grow more harried and exhausted trying to make sure they are ready. Parents have bedtime bubble practice sessions and ramp up the protein. Just as in real life, the kids catch on that the test is a little more important than the teachers were leading students to believe.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hooray-Diffendoofer-Day-Dr-Seuss/dp/0679890084" target="_blank"><i>Hooray for Diffendoofer Day</i> is a posthumous collaboration between Dr. Seuss, Jack Prelutsky and Lane Smith.</a> Seuss began the work and Prelutsky and Smith finished it after his death. Diffendoofer is a one-of-a-kind school with unique teachers and students. But its existence is threatened when the students are made to take a standardized test that doesn't quite measure what and how they have been learning. But because the students have been taught how to <i>think</i>, they do just fine.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/A-Fine-School-Sharon-Creech/dp/0060007281" target="_blank"><i>A Fine, Fine School</i> by Sharon Creech</a> tells the story of an over-exuberant principal who believes his school is wonderful, as are his teachers and students. So wonderful, in fact, that they should come to school every day to learn more, do more, and test more. So no more weekend tree climbing or summer-time woods exploring. It is school all the time, until he is reminded that children do need school, but they need to be away from it, too.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Report-Card-Andrew-Clements/dp/0689845243" target="_blank"><i>The Report Card</i> by Andrew Clements</a> is a novel about a girl-genius intent on staying out of the spotlight until she gets fed up with the fuss over test scores and grades. So instead of the straight A's she normally brings home, she deliberately fails every subject. Then she really gets attention.<br />
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Yes, I see myself and my colleagues in these books. Like it or not, we have to test and the tests not only determine the kids' futures, they determine whether or not we will have jobs in the future. So, Isaac is out playing ultimate Frisbee right now because exercise is good for his brain and he will be exhausted enough to sleep tonight. He is going to bed early so he can get plenty of rest. I am making him a high-protein breakfast all week so he won't crash mid-morning right in the middle of a reading passage. I am teaching him stretches to do after each reading passage or every ten math problems to wake up his brain. We are keeping this week low-key so he doesn't have any disruptions to his routine or extra things to worry about.<br />
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Incidentally, we already know how the students did on their end-of-the-year assessments, so I know whether or not the outcome of this test will directly affect what happens the rest of this year or next fall. But Isaac doesn't know. I want him to do his best, try his hardest, so he can feel successful when the letters get sent home with the test scores. And I want him to know that regardless of what the letter says, he is smart, talented, supported and loved. If there were a test for that, we would pass with flying colors.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-85670631657400376082014-05-04T08:42:00.000-04:002014-05-04T08:42:08.326-04:00The Pull of DisneyDisney has been a part of Isaac's life since he was born. Having family in Florida has meant that he has been going to one park or another since he was four months old. We will probably never do the week-long-stay-at-a-resort-and-binge-on-the-parks family trip because we have gotten so used to day trips on which we can pick a park and a few things we really want to do because we know that we will probably be back within the next year or two. That and I don't like Disney and its tourists enough to spend more than a day there.<div>
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Isaac has seen just about every good Disney movie that has come to the theaters since he was three, and a few of the not so good ones that I was willing to sit through. He and Matt stay updated on changes at the parks and watch YouTube videos of old rides. I am often thankful that we don't have a girl and are not caught up in the Princess craze, but we still buy into our share of the hype, in our own cynical way.</div>
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So, since Disney is such a presence in his life, it was only natural that he get excited about finding a biography about Walt Disney on the library shelf. It is part of the <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Who-Was-Walt-Disney-ebook/dp/B0026SCMOQ/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1399206466&sr=1-2&keywords=who+is+biography+series" target="_blank">Who Was/Who Is . . . ?</a></i> biography series, the ones that depict the subject on the cover as a caricature -- kids are always asking why they have such big heads. The series is very readable for middle elementary students, but I can't decide if the covers are drawing kids in or are just a distraction.</div>
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Either way, Isaac really enjoyed reading about Walt Disney's life and telling us about the time he brought a pet pig to school and other antics from his childhood. He liked the biography enough that he was excited to find two others about Harry Houdini and Barack Obama. He started with the Houdini one but was not as interested in it, probably because he lacked the connection with the subject. He turned it in before finishing and then decided not to bother reading the Obama biography.</div>
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Of course, after Isaac read about Disney I was ready to go out and buy him the whole set thinking that we had hit upon another series he liked. Not so much. Instead, maybe I should hunt down some more Disney biographies. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-24118764952299024382014-04-27T09:51:00.000-04:002014-04-27T09:54:35.645-04:00Costco, Polar Bears and MeetingsIsaac periodically has the dubious pleasure of attending meetings with me. It's just too much trouble to leave school, go the meeting, go back to school to pick him up, then get to wherever we have to be next. So he gets out of school early about once a month. He starts off excited, then after two hours of sitting and being quiet he is bored to tears. Surprisingly, though, he is always very good -- snacks and his Kindle help.<br />
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There was a meeting a few weeks ago that caught his interest more than the previous ones. Encouraging boys to read more, specifically African American boys, is an important initiative in our school system right now. So, as librarians, my colleagues and I have been an important voice in the discussions and have sat through numerous trainings on the subject. At this particular meeting, a consultant was sharing some of the best books for boys published last year.<br />
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The day before the meeting, Isaac and I had been to Costco to stock up and he had browsed through the books while I meandered through the clothes. He brought back a copy of <a href="http://timmyfailure.com/index.html" target="_blank"><i>Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made</i> by Stephan Pastis</a> and asked if I would buy it for him. While I encourage his reading and have been thrilled that he has been so eager to spend time with a book, we are also trying to teach him that money doesn't grow on trees, so I told him he was welcome to buy the book with his own money. He agreed! Then he asked if I would buy the second book so he could have both. Um, no, but I said if he read the book and liked the series I would think about buying him the next one. And we left Costco with a new book, among other things.<br />
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<i>Timmy Failure</i> was in Isaac's bookbag at my meeting the next day and he was excited to hear the presenter mention this book on her recommended list for boys. He even held the book up to show the group and read the first sentence aloud for them to hear at the presenter's request. It starts off like this, "It is harder to drive a polar bear into someone's living room than you think."<br />
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Timmy is the founder and CEO of his own detective agency and his partner is his pet polar bear, Total. Hence, trying to drive a polar bear into a living room. The book is written by the creator of <i><a href="http://www.gocomics.com/pearlsbeforeswine#.U10K1FVdVik" target="_blank">Pearls Before Swine</a></i>. On the front cover is a blurb from Jeff Kinney, which caught Isaac's attention, and I explained that often other authors will read and recommend books that they like. Knowing that the <i>Diary of a Wimpy Kid</i> author thinks Timmy Failure is cool made Isaac smile. <br />
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<i>Timmy Failure</i> was read and enjoyed. Isaac considered donating it to the school library when he finished it, but then realized he couldn't take it back later, so he decided to hold on to it -- in case he wants to read it again. <br />
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We made another trip to Costco the other night and I offered to buy the second book, but they did not have it. There was much disappointment, but we will find it soon. In the meantime, Isaac has a bookbag full of other books to read, which still amazes me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-50167890162411042732014-04-13T08:24:00.000-04:002014-04-13T08:24:01.444-04:00IndoctrinationMatt and I love <a href="http://www.carlhiaasen.com/index.shtml" target="_blank">Carl Hiassen's books</a>. A friend introduced Matt to them years ago, and I started reading them soon after. Now we wait for the next one to be published. He is a native Floridian who writes about the eccentricities of his state. His oddball characters make you cringe and laugh, but if you have lived in Florida long enough they also remind you of someone you know. His satires often target the many threats to Florida's natural environment and are witty and irreverent.<br />
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About a decade ago Hiassen started writing children's fiction. As a huge fan of his adult work, and as a children's librarian, I have to admit that I was not happy when his first children's book, <i>Hoot</i>, was published, and even less happy when it won a prestigious Newbery Honor. It was around the time when the <i>Harry Potter</i> craze was at a peak and many adult and celebrity authors were cashing in on the suddenly lucrative children's book market. I read his first effort and was less than impressed. It felt watered down -- like he had taken a plot for an adult novel and forced it into a framework for a children's book, removing the foul language, sex and violence that are found in his other books.<br />
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Okay, I was wrong. I was just a cynical fan and a suspicious children's librarian who questioned why he was all of a sudden writing for children. Hiassen's kid's books are really pretty good. They still have the quirky, Florida characters, the environmental threats, and the craziness that is Florida. And they are not dumbed down for kids -- they are just cleaned up a little.<br />
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I decided a couple of weeks ago that it was time to introduce Isaac to Carl Hiassen, so we began reading <i>Hoot </i>at bedtime. It was a family effort. Matt read a couple of chapters a night while Isaac and I listened. In the book, a shoeless, but fleet of foot, runaway boy is sabotaging a restaurant chain's efforts to build on a vacant lot which also happens to be home to nesting pairs of protected burrowing owls. He is joined by his step-sister and a new-to-the-neighborhood-via-Montana boy who realizes in the book that, though there are no mountains, the Florida environment is awash with variety and beauty.<br />
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There are the typical Hiassen characters -- the bumbling cop, the corrupt businessman, the brawny hired thug, the less-than-smart bully, the vacuous blond actress, the wily activist, and the accidental hero. And Florida itself -- with its gators, poisonous snakes, swamps and thunderstorms. And unlike many books written for children, there is not a nicely wrapped happy ending. The owls are saved but the runaway boy does not return to the family fold which is made happy and whole again. Life is not perfect. <br />
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Isaac loved <i>Hoot</i>. He made sure we read it each night, and the night before he and Matt left to go on a camping trip, he asked if we could stay up late to finish it. So we did. Then he checked <i>Scat </i>out of the school library to try and read on his own and Matt bought a recorded copy of <i>Chomp </i>for them to listen to on their trip. Isaac is North Carolina born, but he knows his Florida roots. And now he has joined the Carl Hiassen fan club. Indoctrination at its best.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-15833122588811792402014-03-27T22:35:00.000-04:002014-03-27T22:35:12.833-04:00Banning "Busy"Sunday evening Matt commented that it had been a very Isaac-centric weekend. Soccer game Friday night, (Matt) taking Isaac fishing Saturday morning, Isaac's talent show Saturday evening, a meeting after church on Sunday about a camp for Isaac, meeting up with scouts at the Children's Museum in Winston-Salem Sunday afternoon. <br />
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Before Isaac was born, I said that we would limit the activities that he became involved in so that he was not doing too many things at once, I understood that it is not good to have kids over extended and stressed out in elementary school. I was intent on not becoming "that" parent. But there have been weeks recently when it feels like I have forgotten that pledge. When Isaac started playing sports through the YMCA each fall and spring I allowed him to drop tae kwon do because I knew that doing both would be too much. But last Thursday we were running from school, to a drum lesson, to soccer practice, to a scout meeting, and that was a simpler version of the evening since I opted out of a school event that same night. And that does not factor in Wednesdays, when we have to be at church for Isaac to practice tone chimes and attend choir rehearsal or Mondays and Fridays when we have soccer practice and games. Yet I know that we are much less busy than other families whose kids are involved in multiple sports, or who have multiple kids they are running around. I don't feel as frazzled as some women, but I know that I could be doing better.<br />
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I recently read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Overwhelmed-Work-Love-Play-When/dp/0374228442" target="_blank">Overwhelmed: Work, Love and Play When No One Has the Time by Brigid Schulte</a>. After hearing two interviews with the author in one day I was intrigued enough to buy it from Amazon and recommend it to a friend. The author's message of feeling like there is never enough time to get it all done resonated with me as I often feel that way myself, along with most mothers I know. I found enough free time over the past week to finish the book, though -- I guess I am not as overwhelmed as I thought.<br />
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A couple of years ago, a friend shared <a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/30/the-busy-trap/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=1&_r=0" target="_blank">an article about how "busy" </a>was a self-imposed social construct created to make people seem more valuable or important than their friends or co-workers. Being busy had become a virtue. In one of my favorite lines in the article, the auth<span style="font-family: inherit;">or states that "<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 23px;">if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary." I was thankful that my job, teacher or librarian, take your pick, appeared in those books. But I also tried to take to heart the author's message that idleness is not for the weak. That my value did not lie in how much I accomplished in a given day, but in how fully I lived. </span></span><br />
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That article has been cited and shared by friends and co-workers more than once since it was written and I thought of it when I heard Schulte interviewed about her book. She started her exploration with a time study and examining her own life through the lens of the time crunch that many women, in America in particular, feel. She found many factors at play, ranging from the still inequitable division of labor in the home between men and women, the inequity that still exists in the workplace, and how little our society values play or leisure time. She portrays her own struggles to overcome outdated expectations and the work that is being done to overcome them in the workplace. In the end, her argument is that, if we are to live full lives, then our ideals need to change and the focus cannot just be on the role of women and making mother's lives easier, but on restructuring the workplace in addition to realigning our society's expectations for women <i>and </i>men.<br />
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In the three areas that Schulte outlines in her book, I feel like Matt and I are on the right track for the most part, but it is hard to ignore all of the external forces.<br />
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Matt and I have never been caught up in the "ideal worker" mystique that Schulte describes in her book. Neither of us want or expect to be stars in our fields. We have both chosen professions that focus on serving the community and are quite happy being worker bees to our supervisors' queens. We both work hard and try to leave work at work. Matt's situation makes it easier for him to do this than me, but I am attempting to limit when and where I will allow my work to enter into my personal life. Neither of us are the ideal worker who is always on call, always checking email, always working. But I still find it hard not to try to live up to extreme expectations. There is the adage that 20% of the people do 80% of the work. I don't want to be seen as part of the 80% who slack off and allow others to carry the load, so I do more -- if I am involved in multiple aspects of the school then I will be indispensable, right? And then there is the tool by which my job is evaluated. In my position I cannot be given highest marks unless I am a leader outside my school, preferably on a state or national level. So I have to decide if I am going to put in the extra time and effort, outside of the time I am paid, to be "Distinguished" or if I can accept being merely "Accomplished." <br />
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Matt and I do a pretty good job, I think, of sharing parenting responsibilities. That weekend that Matt described as Isaac-centric, I had spent less time with him than Matt had. After Isaac was born, I nursed, but I also made sure I was able to go out to the gym or to dinner with friends while Matt stayed home. He has taken Isaac to doctor's appointments, been the drop-off parent for daycare and school, is the stricter disciplinarian, and helps with homework. I never wanted to be or felt I had to be a stay-at-home mom and we both knew that parenting was going to be a partnership. But I have not escaped the guilt that Schulte says comes from an expectation of the "ideal mother." I feel bad that I am not crafty or that I don't bake Isaac's birthday cakes or that I haven't started fun traditions around every little holiday or make creative snacks so that he won't be a picky eater. I shrug on the outside and say that's just not me, but on the inside I feel like I should have done more to make life fun for Isaac. And, yet, even as I write this I know that that feeling is ridiculous. <br />
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One thing Matt and I do not do well, is share housework. And I am mostly to blame for this. In many aspects of my life I live by the rule that if you want something done right, do it yourself. I am a bit of a control-freak. I do the grocery shopping because I can stay on a budget better than Matt, I think. I do the cleaning because I will pay more attention to detail, I think. I do the cooking because I am the pickier eater and I will not like what Matt cooks -- this one has actually been proven true many times. The other things? Matt is perfectly capable of doing all of them and offers to. But when he asks what he can do to help or what needs to get done, I usually pass. I am not willing to lower my standards, standards that I learned growing up, mainly from my grandmother who was a homemaker. Logically, I know that my house does not have to be perfectly clean, but I still get frantic that it be spotless (at least the visible parts) before friends come over, which stresses everyone else in the house out, too. I know that the house does have to be clean before we leave for vacation, but I get tense thinking about coming home to a mess. I have relaxed some of my expectations and let go of some chores -- I don't worry about the bed getting made, no one will see it. We all do our own laundry, even Isaac, and if our clothes sit in the laundry basket until we need it for the next load, so be it. I have been committed to cooking more, so often the cleaning schedule that hangs on my bathroom mirror gets ignored. Isaac now makes his own lunch, though sometimes that feels like more of a hassle than just doing it myself, to be honest. My obsessive control of the housework affects our time to play. <br />
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While reading about the ideal worker and the ideal mother and how our society values productivity over leisure, I deliberately took time to read rather than cleaning the bathroom, or mopping the floors, or putting the dishes away. I also took a couple of walks, started getting my containers ready so when this interminable winter ends I can plant herbs, and wrote a couple of posts for this blog. Matt and I are starting to plan our summer vacation and, rather than plan a week that will keep Isaac entertained, we are going to take a few days to ourselves while he stays with family. <br />
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At the end of <i>Overwhelmed</i>, Schulte advises her readers to really think about what they want and begin to structure their lives around that. So these are some things I want:<br />
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I want to take more walks.<br />
I want to sit on my porch and drink a glass of wine in the evenings (if this winter would ever end).<br />
I want to enjoy lazy weekend afternoons napping on the couch.<br />
I want to ban the word "busy" from my vocabulary and instead focus on the time we have spent playing.<br />
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Right now I want to watch the UF v. UCLA game.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-47617411928162358862014-03-24T14:37:00.001-04:002014-03-24T14:37:48.513-04:00 Unlikely HeroThe new <i>Lunch Lady</i> graphic novel arrived at school last Thursday. Isaac was there to see the new arrivals when I opened the box and claimed first read as soon as he saw it. I don't think he had read any of the other books in the series -- we don't have all of them in the library, just a couple that I have been able to acquire the past couple of years. But he knows that it is a graphic novel series and was interested in reading it.<div>
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<i>Lunch Lady</i> is the creation of Jarrett Krosoczka. He has written picture and chapter books in addition to his graphic novels. When you think of school personnel as likely heroes, the lunch ladies probably aren't the ones that come first to mind. But the <i>Lunch Lady</i> heroine and her assistants have adventures most women in the serving line wouldn't dream of having, and most kids who go through the line would never imagine them having. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-8241794004888016122014-03-18T08:51:00.002-04:002014-03-18T08:52:02.204-04:00Inspired by The DoctorIsaac is both fascinated and terrified by <i>Doctor Who</i>. We came late to "The Doctor" fan club and still don't watch it regularly. Matt usually has it playing while he is on the treadmill and occasionally he and I will find the time to sit down and watch an episode together. But, for about a year, if it was playing Isaac refused to be in the room. <br />
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At the same time, any reference he saw excited him -- pictures, cartoons, toys. He bought himself a Dalek necklace at a comic book convention last summer and peruses the rack of figurines at the local comic book store whenever we are there. One of our favorite coffee shops has a Tardis replica that Isaac loves and wants in his room.<br />
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Matt has been frustrated by Isaac's resistance to watching the show. I have had to remind him many times that he is still only 8 -- his threshold for "scary" is different than ours. He is starting to get past it, though, and has sat down and watched a few episodes with Matt recently. Because he wants Isaac to warm up to it, Matt has been careful to pick ones that are less scary and he is always mindful of taking the time to talk about what they watched once it is over.<br />
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Last fall, a friend of ours sent Isaac a book commemorating the 50th anniversary, <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doctor-Who-Vault-Treasures-First/dp/0062280635" target="_blank">Doctor Who: The Vault</a></i>. Isaac will sit and look through it over and over. He will compare The Doctors and look at the monsters and try to pick out characters he remembers. He is not really reading the book, it is more of a browsing volume. But if there is a question that comes up when he and Matt are watching the show or talking about something that happened, he will pull out the book to look it up.<br />
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One of Isaac's buddies is also a <i>Doctor Who</i> fan. Last week, on the way home from school, Isaac announced that he and Abe are going to write a book of <i>Doctor Who</i> poems and illustrations. I am pretty sure this was Abe's idea, but Isaac was excited about it -- he and Abe already had a couple of poems composed and pictures drawn. Here are a couple of their verses . . . .<br />
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I am not sure what the plurals of "fez" or "Tardis" are, but I thought these were a pretty good start. There was apparently a debate between the boys about the last line of the second poem -- Abe wanted to pay homage to The Doctors' bow ties, but Isaac insisted that bow ties were not ubiquitous enough in the show to merit it. Upon arriving at home, Isaac proceeded to look in his book at every Doctor to see how many wore bow ties. He felt vindicated when his search was complete -- a majority of The Doctors were sans bow tie. </div>
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There has not been much progress on the collection of original Doctor Who poems in the last few days. Maybe this snow day will jump start the creative process again. Or maybe we will watch a few episodes to get some inspiration.</div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We picked out two shovels and Isaac carried them through the store. When he said “Two shovels? We got ourselves a party!” my uncontrollable laughter teetered on the edge of tears. I told him that it was okay to joke, too, to which he replied “Well….we are off to bury a dead cat!” in a fake cheerful voice. I replied, “Easier than an alive one.” He came back with, “Much less screechy.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we walked into the woods near our house, he quipped “The time comes in everyone’s life when sooner or later they have to bury something in the woods.” We found a spot and set to digging the hole. He and I both dug until we had a hole that seemed more than deep enough. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Isaac backed up to avoid the smell when I removed her from the bag and the wrappings (having heard my 15 minutes of dry heaving, he was reasonably cautious.) We dropped her in the hole, said our goodbyes, a prayer and offered up “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are some of you who would find it disturbing to joke like this, but this is how my family chooses to deal with pain. We name our fear, and then joke: not out of false bravado or a misguided feeling of invulnerability but a real sense that one day we will all be there, and there is nothing we can do about it. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-11753229019402891062014-03-17T06:39:00.000-04:002014-03-17T06:39:49.862-04:00Smart about the StatesOne of Isaac's favorite apps on the iPad is "Stack the States." It is one of the few apps for which I have paid to upgrade to the full version. He often plays it in the car during our commute to and from school. During the game he has to answer questions about various states to reach the next level and, periodically, he will throw a question out to me about one state or another -- most of the time I can answer them.<div>
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Since he has been playing the game, he has become interested in looking at maps and locating states. There is a bulletin board outside the library with a map of the United States on it that he will pause to look at and try to name as many states as he can. Unfortunately, he often does this when I am not in the mood to dally and just want to get in my car and get home. </div>
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Since Isaac has shown such an interest in geography and United States trivia, I bought him a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smart-Books-States-Publications-International/dp/1450863841" target="_blank">Smart Book on the states</a> at the last book fair. There is a page or two of facts and trivia about each of the 50 states along with QR codes that link to videos and quizzes. I thought the interactive format would appeal to him and would be a way to combine screen time with an educational activity that was geared toward one of his interests.</div>
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As a break from reading chapter books, we have taken the time to read through a few pages before bed on a few occasions -- reading the information and watching the accompanying videos, then taking the quizzes. I have been a little disappointed in the videos that the QR codes link to and the quizzes for a couple of the states do not actually ask about information that was in the text. Isaac will either ignore the videos entirely and just read, or skip the reading and go straight to the videos and quiz. He hasn't put the whole experience together, yet, of using the videos to supplement and the quizzes to bring it all together. </div>
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The format of the book is also a bit confusing. It is arranged by region, with states grouped geographically. There is a Table of Contents, but it still makes finding specific states harder than it would if they were simply arranged alphabetically. The QR codes for each region in the Table of Contents do not necessarily add to your knowledge of the region, either. I thought they would link to an explanation of the region, but some are a short video or just a random slideshow. The link for The South, for instance, is merely a slideshow of regional foods, while The Pacific Region links to a short video about cable cars in San Francisco.</div>
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Overall, the book is appealing and is the type of text that many kids are drawn to -- books of lists and trivia are always popular because they are quick reads and can be read in snippets. The "smart" aspect of this book, though, is weak. This is a case where technology for the sake of technology does not add to the experience. It is not integrated into the content well enough to be necessary and the book would do just as well without it. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-38151064758607241102014-03-05T10:00:00.000-05:002014-03-05T10:00:06.503-05:00What's for Dinner?Two years ago, Matt and I gave up meat for Lent. We did not intend to give it up completely, just to cut back on what we ate during the 40 days (minus Sundays) between Ash Wednesday and Easter. But eating meat only a couple of times a week became eating no meat at all. It had been something we had wanted to try for a long time and we were both surprised at how easy the transition happened. <br />
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Then Easter came along and we hosted our annual lunch for which I prepared a ham, and we both decided to continue to refrain from eating meat. We were not missing it so we saw no reason to start eating it again just yet. For the next seven or eight months, we managed to find ways to eat that did not include beef, poultry or pork products, though we did decide we were going to eat fish. <br />
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I have never considered myself a good cook. Utilitarian is the term I have used to describe my culinary skills -- I cook well enough to keep my family fed. I would never have said that I liked cooking, either. It was something I did because I had to. A survival skill.<br />
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After almost a year of subsisting on a meatless diet, I knew that if we really wanted to continue then we needed more variety. Even when I was cooking meat, we ate similar menus every week. It was boring. I sometimes tried new recipes, but was particular about how many ingredients and steps they contained. More than five of either and I skipped it.<br />
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Isaac was doing okay with no meat. He actually kind of likes the meatless substitutes for ground beef and chicken. And when we went out, he could choose to have chicken or beef if he wasn't in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich. But he is almost always in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich. He was rather a picky eater, but I was, too, and so are many kids. But I felt like I should be trying harder to expand his options and broaden his palate, and mine. <br />
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So, at the beginning of 2013 I did something unusual for me -- I made a New Year's Resolution. I resolved to find and try one new recipe each week to vary our diet and keep this meatless lifestyle we were trying interesting. Matt and Isaac were supportive. They bought me a cookbook for Christmas and our journey began.<br />
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It was an interesting year. Some of it was a struggle, but for the most part my challenge was rewarding. I did not become a great cook -- as evidenced by the puddle of egg and milk that ended up running down the cabinets yesterday afternoon when the quiche I was preparing overflowed. I am a more confident one, though. I have learned how to look at a recipe and see beyond the ingredient list and multiple steps. Honestly, I rarely follow a recipe step by step, taking shortcuts or making substitutions along the way. I have used ingredients I never would have tried before and even discovered that maybe I do like food that is a little bit spicy. <br />
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My resolution was probably hardest on Isaac. Matt will eat anything, so he never worried about what showed up on his plate. But there were nights that dinner was a tense, teary affair. I have never been willing to make Isaac a separate dinner -- our rule is that he eats what is put on his plate, then if he is still hungry he can choose an alternative. I tried hard to never give him a large portion and there were a few nights I relaxed the rule because I knew that he would hate what we were having. I mean, I wouldn't have eaten brussel sprouts just two years ago no matter how much cheese they were smothered in, so how could I force Isaac to eat them?<br />
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But we finally seemed to turn a corner late last year. Isaac tries things much more willingly, now. He is either discovering that food with color isn't that bad or that it's not worth the fight. Either way, dinner has been much more pleasant recently. I have also started buying him chicken and ham occasionally because I know that his dietary needs as a growing boy are different than mine and Matt's. I even make him bacon many mornings before school. There have even been nights, however, when he declared that whatever it was that I made was the "best" thing he had ever had. And he asked for seconds!<br />
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It was a bit of a relief to come to the end of 2013 and be able to relax my weekly recipe search. I have not given it up completely, though. I still spend most of my time on Pinterest hunting for recipes to try. My resolution kept us at home for dinner more often, which is something we definitely want to continue. I have found that I really like knowing what goes into my food, so I have stopped buying items like salad dressings, hummus and guacamole and started making my own. Last summer I finally managed to grow some herbs on our back porch and used them in my cooking. I am already eager to begin this year's herb garden (if only the weather would cooperate). <br />
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I kept a list of all of the recipes I tried last year. Most were main courses or side dishes for our dinner, but some were desserts or snacks. Some were variations of a meal that we used to eat with meat, but many were new foods or contained an ingredient I had never used before. But none of the recipes were hard -- I still mainly keep to my five ingredients and five steps rule. I may have surpassed the basic survival skill level of cooking, but I am still a working mom with about 30 minutes to get dinner ready each night. The act of cooking, though, no longer causes me stress. I have actually come to like the time I spend getting dinner ready, puddles of egg and all. I never thought I would have said that at the end of 2012.<br />
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So here is what we ate last year -- some months I cooked more than others, but I averaged about 2 new recipes a week. Isaac's favorites are the desserts.<br />
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squash tartine with ricotta rosemary and lemon<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Potato
kale enchiladas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Open
face feta omelets<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pumpkin
pecan dessert bars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pineapple
cheesecake dessert bars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Shrimp
couscous<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Crunchy
baked taco casserole<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Acorn
squash soup<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Harvest
cheddar soup<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pumpkin
blossoms- chocolate and vanilla<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Parmesan
crusted tilapia<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Corn
potato gratin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mexican
style eggs in a nest<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">February</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Black
bean and rice skillet with roasted carrots<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Veggie
pita pizzas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spaghetti
with homemade lemon pesto<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mujaddara
with quinoa fatoush salad<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Veggie
gyros with lemon dill couscous<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tomato
tart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Veggie
Korean pancakes <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">May</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Buttery
garlic spaghetti with herbs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Strawberry
tomato bruschetta <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">5
layer Greek dip with toasted pita chips<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spaghetti
squash with apples, pecans and goat cheese<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Crockpot
tortellini<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Roasted
veggie hummus wrap<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Red
pepper goat cheese frittata<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Black
bean mango quinoa salad<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spaghetti
squash bake<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Edamame
rice bowl (quinoa instead of rice)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Creamy
shrimp rigatoni</span></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">August</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Frying
pan donuts <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Baked
eggplant parmesan<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Baked
zuchini sticks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Roasted
eggplant penne with basil pine nut crumble<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Eggplant
rollups<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Salmon
with sriracha sauce<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Roasted
eggplant with potatoes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Calabacitas
with zuchini and corn<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Peach
salsa<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Siracha
hummus<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">November</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Broccoli
cheese soup<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Quinoa
omelette breakfast cups<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ranch
dressing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Skillet
hash browns <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tatsoi
cheese spread<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Banana
egg pancakes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Mama
samberg's cranberry relish<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pecan
bars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">March</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Lemon
broccoli pilaf <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Lentil
scallion fritters with feta <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Meatball
mozarella biscuits<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Stuffed
portobellos <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spaghetti
squash quinoa bake<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Potato
Brussels sprout frittata <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Brussels
sprout gratin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Roasted
broccoli chick pea orzo salad<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pea
ricotta spread<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Phyllo
bird nests<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">June</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Cilantro
lime fried egg on sourdough bread<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Quinoa
burgers<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Tofu
pineapple stir fry <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Honey
lime slaw with salmon tacos <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Cheesy
chile quilles with fried egg <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Broccoli
pesto braid<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Creamy
polenta with poached eggs and olive-herb pesto<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">September</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Breakfast
potatoes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Butternut
squash penne<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spinach
mushroom cups<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Parmesan
baked tomatoes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Crestless
spinach zucchini mushroom feta quiche<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Angel
hair with roasted eggplant and yellow squash<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Black
bean yellow squash boats<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Spaghetti
squash caprese<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Grilled
peaches with margarita cream<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Eggplant
pizzas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pumpkin
spice white chocolate chip cookies</span></div>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; width: 119.7pt;" valign="top" width="160">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">December</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Jamaican
patties<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Greek
yogurt Mac and cheese with spinach<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Kale
goat cheese frittata<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Polenta
cheese bars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Corn
cheddar quiche<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Coconut
candies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Two
ingredient oatmeal cookies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.15pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Creamy
hash brown frittata<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</td>
</tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-34587308650770018952014-03-04T10:38:00.001-05:002014-03-04T10:38:29.373-05:00Catching Up in Body and MindIsaac has been reading voraciously. I know that sounds hyperbolic, but it's true! He has passed up opportunities to play video games or watch TV to READ! Saturday night, with about 45 minutes to kill between finishing his project and meeting a friend for dinner, he sat and read until we had to leave. Sunday afternoon after coming home from a friend's house, rather than choose to chill out with the TV on, he sat and read. Yesterday, when I asked him what he wanted to do when we got home, since we were leaving school 3 hours early, he said he wanted to come home and read. And he did -- for about two hours!<br />
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Normally, I have to pull him away from Netflix to finish chores, not from a book. And it is not just with reading that we have noticed a change. Last night he practiced his drums without a fight. And actually played and practiced his rhythms for sustained periods rather than 30 seconds at a time.</div>
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So to what do we owe this miraculous shift? One thing, I think, is the return to a routine. The weeks since Winter Break have been a roller coaster. We have only had one full week of school on a regular schedule due to delays, early dismissals and cancellations. Those interruptions have wreaked havoc -our sleep schedules are off, we have not been eating as well as we should, chores have been left undone, and the feeling of lethargy that took over has been hard to shake. I need a routine to function well. Not one that is inflexible, but one that gives me structure so I know what needs to get done and what the time frame is for doing it. If I, an almost 40 year old adult, have been completely knocked off kilter by the past few weeks, then I can only imagine how Isaac has felt. </div>
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I also think the weather over the weekend helped. Isaac spent most of Saturday and Sunday outside. Exercise and sun are good for our bodies and are brains, and I know the lack of both has made me more tired and cranky and unmotivated. So, why wouldn't it be the same, or worse, for an 8 year old?<br />
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But I also think Isaac is maturing. Not that at 8 1/2 he has all of a sudden reached an age when the hard times will come again no more. But I forget that he is one of the youngest in his class. He probably is the youngest boy, actually. Some of the kids are almost a year older than him, and when you are 8 and 9 that can make a huge difference. Third grade is a hard adjustment and he is only now reaching the age that most of his classmates were when school started. His brain and his body finally seem to be catching up to the demands that school is placing on them. <br />
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There have also been some external motivators and confidence builders that have given him a new way to see himself. We found out two weeks ago that he qualified for the AG program. This was important to him because his friends are also in AG - not because to him it meant that he really is smart. But getting that affirmation in the form of acceptance into a special group did, I think, slightly alter how Isaac views his abilities. <br />
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Whatever the reasons for the recent love of reading and increase in attention, I am thankful for them. Of course, we are out of school again for a snow day so there goes our routine. Isaac slept late and decreed when he got up that he would be spending the day in his pajamas. It sounded good to me and I was even looking forward to sitting down and watching a movie this morning. Instead, Isaac wanted to download the next <i>Wimpy Kid</i> book so he could try to finish the series. So, as I finish this post, he is in the other chair reading. Sounds like a pretty good way to spend a snow day. I think I will join him.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-19635990102631439902014-03-03T16:42:00.002-05:002014-03-03T16:43:08.955-05:00AccomplishmentsIsaac had two projects due this week, a timeline and a <a href="https://www.smore.com/pm05" target="_blank">Reading Fair</a> display. One was assigned by the teacher, the other was optional -- but when your mom is the librarian and she is hosting a Reading Fair and asking for voluntary submissions, it's not voluntary.<br />
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Luckily, the snow helped us get ahead on the timeline project, so we were not rushed to finish everything up over the weekend. Isaac researched Ellen Ochoa and created a timeline of important events from her life. He could choose to make any kind of timeline he wanted to, so I found a website that we could make one digitally. I try to help him find ways to use technology for projects like this, partly to give him the experience and partly to search out new tools that I may want to use with classes. We used timetoast.com for his timeline. It was pretty simple, but it has some limitations that will prevent me from using it with students at school, namely it lacks an educator component that would allow teachers to set up student accounts and keep projects private and it is not set up to accept dates for which you only have a year. Isaac did a <a href="http://www.timetoast.com/timelines/797767" target="_blank">good job</a> once he buckled down to work. We even managed to get it turned in early!</div>
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With the timeline out of the way, we focused on his Reading Fair project. Typically, when I "asked" Isaac if he was going to do a Reading Fair project, he said no. Then Matt talked him into doing one if I would let him use the new <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ripleys-Special-Edition-2014-Believe/dp/0545566479" target="_blank"><i>Ripley's Believe It Or No</i>t book</a> that was on the Book Fair. If it meant he would do a project, I was willing. Around the same time Isaac was reading a book from the <i><a href="https://www.scholastic.com/isurvived/" target="_blank">I Survived</a> </i>series by Lauren Tarshish, and on the Book Fair there was a value pack that contained most of the series. Since I will jump at any opportunity to encourage Isaac to read, we bought the set. The first one he read was <i>The Attacks of September 11, 2001</i>. <a href="http://booksformyboy.blogspot.com/2013/07/visiting-city-that-never-sleeps-one.html" target="_blank">We had visited the memorial over the summer</a>, so I thought the connection may interest him enough to convince him to use that book for his project. I was pleasantly surprised that I was right.</div>
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Because I was pretty much forcing him to do this extra work, I increased the amount of help I was willing to offer. I let him dictate what he wanted to say while I typed to save both of us aggravation and stress, and oodles of time. Otherwise, it was Isaac's vision that we used to create the final product. He had an image of the towers and the smoke and that is what we made. I was worried at first that maybe it would be too disturbing to recreate that scene in 3D on his display. But I realized that to him, and to all of his classmates, it is just that -- an image. It is real to me and the other teachers, but what is more real to Isaac is the hole in the ground and the fountain that we saw a few months ago. So, we made towers out of foam board and painted them to look grayish-silver, and made smoke from batting and construction paper. </div>
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I was impressed by how Isaac worked on the Reading Fair display, especially since he ended up doing it so willingly, as opposed to the cajoling and whining that was involved in getting the timeline completed. The difference, I am sure, was the connection he had with the book and the fact that, despite my initial mandate, it was something he chose to do. Because, really, if he had fought me on it, I would have caved. </div>
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We ended up having fun working on it together and he felt a sense of accomplishment when it was ready for display. It wasn't the most elaborate or polished project submitted, but it was genuinely his work. It is something he is proud of and is a boost to his confidence. And it makes Mom feel pretty good, too.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-57337221603573721332014-03-02T17:05:00.000-05:002014-03-02T17:05:31.263-05:00Teaching FailureIt can be hard teaching your child to fail. Not that you actively teach him to do his worst and seek out defeat. But he needs to learn how to fail because there are times that he will. Matt and I have tried to approach failure realistically, letting Isaac know that we have both failed more times than we can count. But we are also teaching him to find his strengths and to find success in results that other people may view as failings.<br />
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The Male Bakeoff theme for this year was something to do with the beach (I can't remember the exact wording, but it involved clever wordplay). Upon hearing what the theme was, Isaac decided he wanted to make "Sharknado." Very loose beach connection, but why not? So, he and Matt worked out a plan and they created their masterpiece out of rice crispie treats, cotton candy and gummy sharks. It was pretty impressive. (It was also <i>recreated </i>after a major structural fail the morning of the Bakeoff, but that is another story.)<br />
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One thing to note about the planning that goes into the Cravey men's Bakeoff entries -- how edible it will be is not necessarily considered. I am not sure if the judges actually tasted the "Sharknado," but they were impressed enough by its appearance to award it the "Weirdness Cup." Isaac was thrilled. And he now has a mug to match his dad's set.<br />
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After the Bakeoff, we turned our attention to the Pinewood Derby. There are incidents in Matt's past that caused him great anxiety about this event, and since neither of us are skilled with power tools, we were not looking forward to it. Isaac and I browsed Pinterest for inspiration and he found a car design that I felt confident we, with our limited skills, could handle. Thankfully, we had help from some very generous fellow scouts and church members and managed to get the car ready for the big day. We knew it probably wouldn't win any races, but Matt and I were keeping our fingers crossed that it would at least not be <i>last </i>in every race.</div>
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To put both events in the perspective of our family's view of competitions like these, the harder other people try to take it seriously, the harder we try to make it fun. This is not to say that we are not competitive. Put a board game on the table and the claws come out! But we know our strengths, and we play to them well. We know that we will not be the best tasting, the fastest, the most polished, professional looking competitor. But we can make something that will be memorable. We find success in bringing humor to what can become a tense competition and putting smiles on people's faces. </div>
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Isaac is a smart, talented kid. But there are things he is not good at, too, and he needs to learn to accept those weaknesses so that he can make the most of his strengths. This is something that Matt and I are still learning how to do ourselves, so maybe Isaac could have better teachers. But we are what he was given, so we will do our best to teach him to fail with humor and grace. If we can do that, then we will have succeeded.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-22296490987516986822014-02-26T20:52:00.001-05:002014-02-26T20:54:32.638-05:00Let's Play!Seeing an idea that was mentioned as a "wouldn't it be nice if we could" kind of possibility at a beginning of the year staff meeting come to fruition is wonderfully satisfying. In August, sitting with two new teachers at my school as we began to prepare for the school year, the subject of board games came up and how valuable games like chess are for students to learn. <a href="http://booksformyboy.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-games-we-play.html" target="_blank">We have been playing a lot of board games at home over the past few years</a>, so I shared that there were a lot of other strategy games that are great for kids. <br />
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Some of the students came to game club with experience playing some of the games, but most hadn't played anything more challenging than <i>Monopoly </i>or <i>Yahtzee</i>. After a few weeks they each had a favorite new game. I wouldn't let them get settled playing the same thing week after week, though. I made them try new games and their favorites shifted as their repertoire grew.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-6528254438535292552014-02-24T21:30:00.000-05:002014-02-24T21:31:51.289-05:00Don't Judge a Book By Its PicturesOne plea I would make to parents, and teachers, is to continue to read picture books to and with kids long past the age when you think they should be reading "harder" books. I get disheartened when I see third, second and even first graders pass over great picture books because they want to read, or have been told they should be reading, chapter books. If I had it my way, chapter books would be banned until third grade at the earliest so kids could have a couple of extra years to soak up some of the wonderful books that are out there for them.<br />
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There is a misconception that picture books are "easy" and just for little kids. Many teachers believe that students need to read chapter books to build stamina. But there are picture books being published by amazing authors and illustrators that are sophisticated and complex. Some are very text heavy, despite the 28-32 page, illustrated format. Others may have simpler text, but the layers of meaning in the simple lines require a level of comprehension far beyond what is needed to read <i>Diary of a Wimpy Kid</i>, <i>Captain Underpants,</i> or other "brain break" books. <br />
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A few weeks ago, Isaac thought he would simplify our bedtime reading by pulling a picture book off the shelf. The first one he picked was ridiculously easy for him, but it was by Mo Willems so I did not argue. Since that book only took about five minutes to read, I sent him back for another. This time he brought back <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dear-Mrs-LaRue-Letters-Obedience/dp/0439206634/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1393293340&sr=1-1&keywords=dear+mrs.+larue" target="_blank"><i>Dear Mrs. Larue: Letters from Obedience School</i> by Mark Teague</a>. Little did Isaac know what he was in for.<br />
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Isaac thought he was getting off easy by picking picture books to read that evening before bed. But even though <i>Dear Mrs. Larue</i> took more effort than he was planning to put into his reading that night, he ended up really liking the book and tried to find the sequel in the library the next morning. <br />
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Kids really do love picture books, even if they think they are too old for them. When my older students have an opportunity to read to younger students, they have a great time finding a picture book to share. There are authors who are writing picture books, fiction and nonfiction, that are as complex as they are beautiful. And even if the child chooses a picture book that is below their reading level, it's okay. Their brains may need the break. They will snack on the pictures and maybe even some rhyming text, then come back to the novels when they are ready for something more substantial and fulfilling. Kids' reading diets need to be varied to keep them interested. Not every meal needs to be four courses of gourmet options. Cheese and crackers will suffice now and then, and afterwards the haute cuisine will seem that much better.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11947944856478253528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268851333934441968.post-10582106751347083642014-02-23T19:56:00.000-05:002014-02-23T19:56:16.182-05:00Brain BreakIsaac has a Kindle but does not read on it often. He says that he likes reading a real book. I like hearing that, but we have put some books on his device for traveling or if there is a book that he wants and it is just easier to download it than go to the store to buy it. <br />
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Most of the books he has in e-reader format are in the <a href="http://www.wimpykid.com/" target="_blank"><i>Diary of a Wimpy Kid</i> series by Jeff Kinney</a>. He began reading them last year and is about half way through the series. He has not devoured them like most kids do. Instead, he reads one for a while then takes a break and goes back to it when he has finished something else. They are kind of like his snack-time reading in between his more substantial meal-time books. <br />
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I must admit that this is <a href="http://booksformyboy.blogspot.com/2014/02/great-for-him-but-not-my-thing.html" target="_blank">another series that I have not read</a>. I try to read children's novels to help me know what to recommend or to help figure out what kind of child it would fit. I don't need to do that for these books. They are liked by just about all kids and they find them on their own. Isaac started reading them because his friends were reading them. And every other kid who reads them probably has a similar story.<br />
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<i>Wimpy Kid</i> fits into the same category as <i>Captain Underpants</i> in Isaac's reading repertoire. They are the books he reads when he is between material that requires a bit more effort. He picks them up when he is bored and is not allowed to watch Netflix or play a videogame. They are his brain candy bubblegum books. <br />
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The series centers around Greg Heffley, a middle school misfit and is told with a mix of simple line drawings and "diary" entries. It is pure boy material -- hilarious antics, jokes about bodily functions, major mishaps. Kids begin checking them out before they can read them just to say they "read" a <i>Wimpy Kid </i>book. They are not great literature and will never win the highest honors, but they keep kids reading. <br />
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<a href="http://www.scholastic.com/teachers/collection/ghost-buddy-teachers-site" target="_blank">Ghost Buddy books </a>are always on the Book Fair and I had been trying to convince Isaac to read one. Last spring, his second grade teacher gave him the third book in the series as an end of the year gift, so we started reading it over the summer.<br />
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The premise of the series is that the main character, Billy Broccoli, moves to a new house and new school when his mom remarries. The house is also inhabited by Hoover Porterhouse, III, otherwise known as "The Hoove," a pre-teen ghost from the early twentieth century. There is the cranky new older step-sister and the neighborhood bully to deal with, as well as Billy's school-yard crush on the pretty girl in class, all of which The Hoove helps Billy navigate. The third book finds The Hoove being restricted in his hauntings because the Higher Ups do not deem him responsible enough to enjoy the freedom of moving around, so Billy sets out to make The Hoove learn responsibility by bringing home a pet for him to take care of.<br />
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Unfortunately, Isaac could not give "The Fonz" two thumbs up and an "Ay!" on this book. To be honest, I don't think we even finished it. The Hoove is rather annoying and the plot moves rather slow. Neither of us really cared whether or not the boy ghost regained his freedom, we just wanted him to stop whining about it.<br />
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So, sorry Fonzie. I don't think Ghost Buddy is for us. But I still think your cool. <br />
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