We went to a birthday party on Saturday night.
It was so much fun.
I have blogged before about Sophia trying to outgrow her shyness.
A while back, I sent a note into Sophia’s teacher to inquire about any areas we could help Sophia improve upon. We had gotten her report card and it said she could work on something to do with language skills.
Here is the note that Ms. Nitz sent back home.
We have talked with Ms. Nitz before about Sophia fitting in socially and Ms. Nitz always tells us that she trys to pay extra attention to kids like Sophia. Ms. Nitz has said, “When children are so delightful and quiet they can easily be forgotten about.”
So, you can imagine my quandry when she sent this note home. Was she serious? Or was she just trying to play with us on Sophia’s quiet and less than excited personality?
I have confused some readers here already, so let me write a little more. Ms. Nitz was serious, Sophia needed to learn how to recognize the word shouted in her book and how the exclamation point is used. Ms. Nitz was not in a “round about” way trying to tell us that Sophia needed to learn how to shout or get excited. When I tend to try and find humor in everything I confuse myself a lot of the time. I was confused over this note until my hubby explained it to me, and I am sorry for not being more concise with the original story.
At dinner tonight, we had THAT conversation. It went something like this.
Me: “Abigail, you know, you guys are all growing so fast, you will need a bra before you know it.”
Abigail: “No I won’t.”
Me: “Yes, you will, probably by about the 5th grade, enjoy your freedom while it lasts, you only have a couple of years left.”
Abigail: “Some of my friends already have bras. R*** has one, and so does J***.”
Me: “What, J*** has a bra? She doesn’t need a bra.”
LG: “I need a bra more than J*** needs one.” (LG wants me to clarify, just in case any of you would actually worry about, he has no idea what J even looks like, much less her bra size…he just figures that his boobs are bigger than any third graders out there)
And refering to his own breasts may be the only time LeGrand chimes in when the topic of bras comes up. That and when he reminds me that he can still unclasp m….(I better not go there…you remember the rule…the bedroom is off limits.)
Here is LG and I at work on our computers at the same time. This seems to have become our nightly entertainment. We are like an old retired couple. After we get the kids to bed and have a second to relax, I go to my computer to blog, and he goes to his to read my blog! ! (yeah right)
After getting linked on Instapundit a while back, I told LG sarcastically that I had made it in the blogging world. He laughed and said, “Alice the only way you really make it in the blogging world is when all of your friends tell all of their friends to read and the cycle continues for a few years.” Who knew?
So my question is this: All of you friends, are you telling all of your friends? (just kidding) As you read from my last post, you know I don’t have to MAKE it, I love to blog and just plan to keep on writing, even when my comment count gets low. (which is seems to have done lately – hint hint)
So in honor of making it in the blogging world, here is something funny for you all.
A while ago I read this explanation of Marketing. It was originally written about a woman bragging about her sexy skills. (if you know what I mean) I cleaned it up, and made it apply to those of us with blogging addiction.
Perhaps the following examples will help us all learn something today about Marketing:
You see another blog. You open it and leave a comment, “I’m the best blogger around.” That’s Direct Marketing.
Your blogging friend goes to another blog and says, “Check this out” and links to your blog saying “She’s the best blogger around”. That’s Advertising.
You go back to the blog after they’ve left you a comment. You get their e-mail address and send an e-mail to them along with links to all of your best work…”Check out my blog, I’m the best blogger around” That’s Telemarketing.
You write a post that somehow compliments every other blogger that you know. You offer free prizes and excessive linkage to everyone you know with a “P.S. message”, “I’m the best blogger in the world.” That’s Public Relations.
Somebody just comes to your blog out of the blue and they leave you a comment, “I hear you have the best blog in the world” That’s Brand Recognition.
You have the best blog in the world, and you use your power to convince other people to visit other people and places. Now you are a Sales Rep.
Your mother-in-law starts her own blog, and calls you to help her figure stuff out. She knows that you are the best blogger in the world. That’s Tech Support.
You leave over a thousand comments on blogs that you have never visited or never intend to revisit, you leave the comment “I am the best blogger!” with a link that says, “Come and see for yourself”. That’s Spam.
While on the road to pick up Sophia from school today, I noticed that Bella has picked up my love for rock and roll. It is hard to tell from the video, but she is a head boppin’ fool. (I have to apologize to my mother in law here who hates it when I drive and operate anything other than the car at the same time) Bella’s rock out session was much better before she realized that I was trying to catch her in the act. I resorted to videoing her through the rear view window so she would act naturally. I think that she still kind of knew what I was doing because she isn’t half as zealous as before in this video. When I got done and put my camera in my purse Bella said, “Mommy are you going to put me on your blog?” She didn’t want me to, but I hope she’ll forgive me someday. She is kind of blog shy.
I am always happy when I can catch something entertaining while driving in my car. Have you noticed my new K-town label. K-town is label for the things I see around Knoxville; it’s amazing the things you notice from your car when looking for blog photos. (usually while driving in the car – because you all know that I am in my car a good two hours every day) So, I was trying to figure out how I was going to come up with an excuse to post this cute blurb of Bella. I don’t want this to my “kid” blog. I don’t like reading other people’s blog when all they blog about is their children. (I do like to read about their children, just not ALL the time)
Sheila, my new blogging friend, just gave me the best excuse ever, to post my rear view mirror catch. WOW! I only had to wait three hourse to find a good reason to justify posting about my children again. Anyway, read Sheila’s post with a rear view mirror analogy. I loved it. It is good advice for all of us who need to learn to let go of our mistakes.
Here is a photo of one source of free entertainment…a tree swing. This one just happens to be in our yard.
“I like an escalator because an escalator can never break, it can only
become stairs. There would never be an escalator temporarily out of order sign,
only an escalator temporarily stairs. Sorry for the convenience.” ~ Mitch
Hedberg
Abigail brought me this beautiful bouquet after playing outside the other day.
It’s hard to believe it is made entirely of weeds.
Maybe I am teaching my children to see some good in this world?
I found a way to blog and interact with my children at the same time…..WOW! Check it out. What a great Sabbath Day activity. I am following the advice of our Sunday School lesson: helping my children to record their experiences. I am very proud of their work…they created their own blog, all on their own! I just acted as their scribe, as you will see.
Every day between Sophia’s kindergarten pickup and Abigail’s pickup, I go over to the Aders, and Valerie and I walk while we let the kids play. We want to show up her hippy sons when we hike with them on the Appalachian trail for a couple of days. (they don’t think we can do it)
On Thursday, the Aders added 28 baby chicks to the 4 baby ducks that I already posted about. Abigail was heartbroken after hearing Sophia and Bella tell her all about the chicks, and so after school yesterday, we all went back to the Aders so that Abigail could get her turn to see the baby chicks.
I was heartbroken to hear that my runt (the first one that Valerie put in my hand – what a great first experience – it kind of convulsed and pooped on me) had died in the night…Valerie gave her a proper burial by chucking her over the back fence into the BEYOND at the beginning of our walk. Later, I realized that we should have at least given the runt a name before we disposed of her…as an afterthought I would like to affectionately call her Chicken Little.
As you heard in the video, as of yesterday at 3:00 the chickens had no names. Me, being the animal lover that I am, can not let any living thing go nameless. Valerie’s sister gave her the idea of painting the baby chicks toenails to help her differentiate them while they grew.
So, yesterday, every one of the chicks got their toenails polished (Abigail was a great help with this task) and a name….here they are:
1- Mary (she is calm and peaceful like the Mary’s in the scriptures)
2- Janice (she is loud and annoying, like Chandler’s ex-girlfriend on Friends)
3- Deeny (she was an escape artist just like Hoodini)
4-Henny Penny (she is a gold chicken with silver nail polish – she had to be named after money)
5- Strawberry (she is a sweet chick with red nail polish)
6- Diana (gold chick with purple nail polish – Purple and Gold were my HS colors and the Lancers were our mascots – we named her after royalty)
7- Big Momma (she is one big chick)
8- Angelina ( she had pink nail polish with feathers stuck to her toes, she is named for the ballerina)
9- Jo (she’s the little tomboy)
10- Shaniqua (she’s the black chick)
11- Frances (she’s got the French manicure)
12- FloJo (she is black, fast, and has fancy silver nails)
13- Whoopi (black and full of life)
14- Dora (the boys named her – she’s got a spot on her neck, totally irrelevant)
15- Jemima (another black chick)
16- Addie (she’s a crazy chick we added the I E to the A D D)
17 – Decrescendo (when you pick her up, she’s really loud, and then she quiets down)
18- AnnaBelle (she tried to eat Valerie’s hand)
19- Molly (she wanted to get back in the pack with all the other chicks real bad, we named her after all the other Molly Mormons that we know who are tryint to keep up)
20- Jane (she was just a plain old not exciting chick)
21- Ruby (the boys named this one)
22- Ginger (she pecked some red nail polish onto her beak and it made her look like she was wearing lipstick – we named her after the Gilligan’s Island star)
23- Fiona (she had bed head and was real grouchy- we just liked the name and thought her characteristics were in sync with an hogre)
24- Dorothy (she’s got a dot on her beak – we named her after my Grandma who hated to be called Dot for short)
25 & 26- MaryKate and Ashley (they’re identical twins)
27- Lucy (she got the sparkly nail polish, so we named her after a stripper – I wanted to name my Bella Lucy so badly, but my mother and another friend both told me that Lucy was a name for a stripper – I don’t agree but it ruined the name for me. But, HA, I showed them, I now have Bella and an adopted chicken named LUCY..and everyone LOVES LUCY)
Thanks for the memories Valerie! I cannot wait to keep painting toenails every Friday. And, I also can’t wait to get farm fresh eggs for real cheap!
alice w. gold 