Tonight is the night. The sixth grade band concert. Seven elementary schools will attempt to come together as one. I have mixed emotions. This can go one of two ways; really well or really badly. I’m guessing it will sound something like breaks squealing, dogs barking and cows bellowing all at the same time.
I am pleased that our school district still offers band at the elementary level. I know that the music teacher gives all she can and the students need to show off their “skills.” Yet is it wrong of me to wish for earplugs?
I myself am not musically inclined. My husband is. Thank goodness the kids have his musical talent and not mine. In fact, our youngest- the one playing tonight- is using his old clarinet.
“Hot Cross Buns” here we come!
Cooking All Day Long…
Nothing says like Happy St. Patrick’s Day like corned beef and cabbage.
This morning started in a panic. We went to the grocery store, and they were out of corned beef and cabbage! Oh, the horror. How can we have St. Patrick’s Day without our usual feast?
The luck of the Irish was with us at the second grocery store. I soon had my corned beef in the pot with a Guinness Stout and broth. 3 hours later, I added parsnips, carrots and red skin potatoes. Mmmmm the smell filled the house and all of our stomachs grumbled with anticipation.
Not done yet, the cabbage is boiled with the beef and veggies for 30 minutes before I add the cabbage to sautéed onions. Those cook down another half hour, and then, finally, dinner is ready.
It takes almost as long to cook Thanksgiving dinner. Truth be told, I think my family might enjoy this meal even more. But maybe that’s because there won’t be leftovers for days.
From Child to Tween…
Well, it is officially, official. My youngest is now a tween. An eye rolling, shoulder shrugging, “It doesn’t matter” tween.
I saw it coming. I was trying to hide from this evolution of child to tween. Just before Christmas the goodbye hug and kiss at school drop off turned into just a hug. Now the hug is just one sided, me hugging her as her arms hang limply at her sides.
I saw it coming. The increasing need for independence. The once “let’s play a game” or “want to go for a walk” are answered by a “no thanks mom” as she retreats into her bedroom and chats with friends online.
I saw it coming. I’ve been on this ride before with her older siblings. But she is my youngest, my baby. I was hoping it wouldn’t come so quickly.
“Best 10 Minutes of the Day”
5:00am- alarm goes off, I hit snooze.
5:08am- “Hon, it’s time to get up.” I groggily say as I gently shake my husband’s shoulder. He rolls out of bed. I snuggle back into the covers.
I don’t fall back to sleep, it takes too much effort to get out of bed, so I stay put. I hear the shower running. My cue to actually get out of bed is the hum of the blow dryer.
5:28am- I drag myself from the sanctuary of my bed. As I enter the kitchen the smell of coffee starts to perk me up. I pour us each a mug.
5:31am- We join each other in the great room, just in time to hear the weather and traffic report. We go over the events of the day. Who is doing what. Who needs a ride to where. We get a few minute to talk without little ears of around.
5:45am- “That’s the best 10 minutes of my day.” He says as he kisses me on his way out the door.
April the giraffe has done it again! She has managed to capture the hearts of viewers all over the world by becoming a mom, again!
Using a live cam to allow the curious, captive audience to watch and wait, watch and wait, watch and wait, is a brilliant move by the Animal Adventure Park in Harpursville, New York. They are giving us an opportunity to witness this exceptional birthing experience.
I was lucky enough to watch her last calf, Taj, be born two years ago. The six foot drop terrified me, but for a giraffe, it is how it is welcomed into the world.
This year, the zoo is stepping it up a notch in terms of getting donations. A text alert system is in place, for a small fee; merchandise is readily available for purchase, and of course you can donate to their cause.
I’ll admit, I am playing the role of a non-paying bystander, but can appreciate their efforts. And I am learning more about these gentle giants.
I see a trip to our own local zoo in our near future just to see these giants closer to home.
A Turkey as a Sign of Spring?
This morning we had an unexpected visitor. She was strutting around the front yard, making a sweet gobble trill.
She has beautiful brown feathers that reflect an iridescent green when the sun hits them just so. She looks regal, head bobbing back and forth, stepping high, getting so close to me I think that I may be able to touch her. But I don’t. She pulls back as I step towards her, but gently comes back beside me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have given her a treat this morning. I tossed her some bread while guiding her to an open field. My attempt didn’t work. When I came home this afternoon, she was there waiting for me.
The school bus slowed down as it drove by; little noses pressed up against the glass accompanied by wide eyes. This is not an everyday occurrence in our suburban neighborhood.
While I usually associate turkeys with the fall… mmmmm Thanksgiving. Perhaps I should think of this one as a sign of Spring.
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Access plus Choice
One of my take aways from my weekend of learning at the Michigan Reading Association Conference was that ALL students need access to books, and students need to have voice a when they choose what they read.
Access to text includes that a variety of genres, cultures, religions, family dynamics and a range of abilities so that children and see themselves in books. Access to text means multiple forms of print; books, magazines, digital, hard copy, recipes, menus, etc.
Choice means that students can decide what they would like to read. Students need to be taught how to chose text that is just right for them, that it is okay to abandon a book, and that rereading a book should be a celebration.
My wish is that all children will live amongst a flood of books; no more book deserts.