Simple Sunday – Seahawk Scare

We are Seattle Seahawks fans.  Or rather, I am a Seattle Seahawk fan and Husband and the kids have simply taken the path of least resistance.  I have fond memories of sitting in a large brown beanbag next to my dad watching the Hawks lose game after game.  It was the 80’s and the Hawks were not a good team.

We now live in Phoenix and are supposed to be Cardinals fans.  But we are not.  Or rather I am not and Husband and the kids continue to follow that path of least resistance, at least for now.

Football, American football, is not a sport I would ever want my boys to play and so I was a bit concerned when Carter informed me the other day that the Seahawks are the world.

carter:  Mom, the Seahawks are the world!

Perhaps my enthusiasm for my childhood team has been too much.  I have tried to curb it by, for example, yelling “crush them” instead of “kill them” at the t.v. when our defensive team is on the field.  I only wear one or two of the various Seahawk related items I own – socks, shirt, pajamas, apron – at a time.  And we only fly our massive Seahawk flag on game days.

I was thinking all this in the 3-5 seconds between his exclamation and my question.

me:  Hum, what do you mean by that?

What have I done?  Am I raising a child who will place too much value on a football team?  Will he grow up to be a beer-can-to-the-forehead smashing man every time his favorite football team scores a field goal?  Ack!

I held my breath and waited for his response.

It came quickly, immediately putting my worries to rest.

carter:  They are green and blue, just like the world.

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Be Careful What You Wish For

The last week of school before winter break can be a tough one if you are a school teacher.  Most the students are excited about the upcoming holidays and the time off school.  There is a sense of waiting that gives an urgency to the time.

Or at least that was the vibe in my third grade classroom.  (It probably didn’t help that I had the scent of peppermint going in our oil diffuser either.)  I was planning to keep our schedule and routine as consistent as normal – morning work, morning meeting, reading and writing, lunch and recess followed by math, our mini afternoon recess, and social studies.

In social studies, we have been discussing how exploration leads to discovery.  As a summative assessment, and a very project based one, the students picked an explorer to research.  They then organized their learning into some presentable form, whether it be a Google Slide, a paper poster, or a biography poem and created an authentic looking paper doll of their chosen explorer.  There was a rubric to follow, so they knew what to focus on and how it would be graded.

They are third graders, however, and this was their first big research project of the year.  It was something that really needed to be completed by the time we went on break and our time was starting to get eaten up by non-routine events: our winter party, the school spelling bee, the half day on Friday.  I refused to cancel our thrice weekly small reading groups, but some other subjects started getting nudged out.

On December 19th, with a mere 2.5 days left of school, their project was in full swing.  And they were loving it!

Learning sure can be messy!  I took this picture while they were away at P.E., blurring names to protect identities.

It looked chaotic, but it wasn’t.  Each child was at a different point in their project.  Some were researching and taking notes, others were learning how to create a Google Slide, and yet others, were focusing on the details of the tools and clothing of their explorer so as to make their paper doll as authentic as possible.  They were learning with and from each other.  I did my best to stay out of the way and ask open ended questions to guide them towards what they were looking for.

Captain James Cook in his best travel attire.

In the end, they all finished in time.  I was so proud of them and the knowledge they took away from it.  Yes, they learned about their explorer, but they also learned how to research, to focus on the key details, and to present them in such a way that was not only logical, but pleasing to the eye.  They uploaded their creations to Seesaw,  a digital portfolio, and then spend some time looking at their peer’s creations to learn even more.

James Cook looks as though he just told Neil Armstrong a dirty joke, but Neil didn’t really get the punch line.

They were proud of themselves and I was proud of them too.  Soooo… after I got home from school on Wednesday I did something I have not done before.  I emailed my principal to see if she could pop into my classroom to see their work.  The school I teach at is very large, there are seven third-grade classes.  I can count on one hand the number of times my principal has been in my room this year.  I guess that is a good thing and I shouldn’t complain, but I kept thinking – what about the good stuff?  What about the shinning moments that I know would mean so much to my students if they could share it with the principal of their school?

Sacajawea and Jane Goodall, perhaps discussing how to be strong, successful women in a male dominated world.

Well, early the next morning I got a response back.  Apparently the new school district superintendent was going to be on campus for a tour.  She said that both of them would stop in to see my students’ hard work.  Oh boy.

Erik the Red confesses that his favorite color is really yellow.

I rushed into work a bit early so as to tidy up my already rather tidy room.  I put lavender in the oil diffuser; I have heard it is a calming scent.  The bell rang.  I picked up my students and we walked to class.  We did morning work.  We had our morning meeting.  I did not mention our soon-to-be visitors, preferring to keep it organic and casual.  My parent volunteer came in to help run reading groups.

It was during the second reading group, our transition already complete, that they came in.  And it was frickin’ awesome!  The kids were so polite in their excitement and their learning was very evident.  One of my very academically low students was called on, the superintendent having no idea of this, and that little boy just rocked it.  He monologued up and down and all around about Christopher Columbus.   I could have cried.

Christopher Columbus with his compass and hat having no idea the impact he would make on the world.

It was a great way to end the week, a celebration of their success and learning.

 

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Arctic Sled Sloths

During lunch today, Cody commented on a story headline that flashed by on our Echo Show.  It was a story that had something to do with a person successfully crossing the Arctic on their own.

Feeling as though I had just survived an equally daunting and recognition worthy journey to Target that day (one involving the two boys and their Christmas Target gift cards), I flippantly replied that it would be much more impressive if said person had done it taking only a sloth with them.  Why a sloth?  I don’t know. But they are pretty cute.

Image result for sloths

There was a brief discussion of sloths in snow and then Carter got all excited.

“No, mamma, no!” he shouted, “Instead of a sled dog team, they had a team of sled sloths!”

He then proceeded to slowly act out a running sloth, mouth slowly forming into the word “no!”  all the while staying seating at the table.  Again, not sure why the sloth would be yelling no, but I guess if I was a sloth, tethered to a team of other sloths and expected to pull a sled through the Arctic snow, I would yell no (along with some other choice words) too.

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On how we got a Christmas Cockroach

Easley’s Fun Shop, an iconic family owned costume store here in Phoenix, is closing it’s doors after a good long run of 72 years.  Cody and Carter are very aware of this and have been for some time.  (Both boys have gravitated toward Theater as their Encore classes at middle school – Encore classes being a fancy name for electives – and their Theater teacher shops at Easley’s.)

Late November found the boys and I at Easley’s.  We wanted one last peek around the old place.  The boys picked out a massive birthday card for their Farmor (Swedish for Grandmother) and we headed up to the register to pay.  On our way there we were accosted by a small fluffy dog, who wanted us, needed us, to pet her.  This dog happened to be with one of the owners of the store.  The boys, never ones to miss out on telling a complete stranger all about our lives, proceeded to carry on a lengthy discussion with this poor woman and her dog.

Behind the counter Carter spied a large inflatable pool raft in the shape of a cockroach.  He exclaimed in his loud boy voice just how much his mom hates roaches and what a great thing it would be to have such a pool raft in our pool.

Well, the owner with the fluffy dog agreed.  She took down one, new in it’s packaging, and handed it over to Carter.  Free of charge.  But it didn’t end there.  Next to her there was a rack of Santa hats.  She picked out a large one and explained her vision of an inflatable cockroach, wearing a Santa hat propped up in our front yard as the focal point of our Christmas decor.

Christmas Cockroach Collage.

And so it was.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.

And would have continued to be if the boys had not had the wild notion of bring Christmas Cockroach to bounce with them and a gaggle of neighborhood kids on our trampoline.

Christmas Cockroach is deflated at the moment and I am not sure he will make a full recovery.  It would take a Christmas miracle, one I am honestly not wishing for.

I do, however, wish you all a wonderful holiday in whatever form you celebrate.  Be on the lookout for those small moments, that make our lives magical.

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Simple Sunday – It’s a Dog’s Life

Sasha, lovin’ life as only a dog can.

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Your Guess is as Good as Mine

My MIL is coming tomorrow to spend Christmas with us.  I am one of the lucky people who actually love their MIL, but it never hurts to tidy up the house just a bit more than I normally would.

My first round about the house is the pick-up round.  Just as the name implies, I pick up items, mostly items shed by the boys: Nurf darts, dirty socks turned inside out (nasty!), books, Legos.  This round is typically done by the boys themselves, but they are outside playing with some neighbor kids.  It is easier and faster to do it myself.

My second round about the house is with the vacuum.  And again, as the name implies, this round involves vacuuming.

My third round, the one I save for special occasions such as a Christmas visit from my MIL, is the mopping one.  We have hard wood floors, something that is rather foreign to me in the cleaning department, so this round makes me a bit nervous.

It was on the second round about, that I first noticed them.  Small, pink, jagged, rock-like bits.  They were too pink to be rocks, however.  There were some under the entryway table.  Some by the Christmas tree.  Some under the couch and some on the couch itself.  I had my suspicions about what it was and my suspicions were confirmed when I rolled the ottoman out of the way and found the empty box.

I had to wonder, was the culprit a dog or a child lacking hand-eye coordination?  In this house, it really could be either one.

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Gravity Defying Sock

Yesterday the boys begrudgingly put away their moderately folded laundry.  The laundry folding station happens to be on Husband and my bed (an artifact from the not long ago past of when I folded their clothes for them.)

As they walked from our bedroom to their own, “folded” laundry grabbed by the fistful and/or placed on the tops of their heads for easy of carry, perhaps, I heard Carter exclaimed to Cody that he needed to check out his gravity defying sock.

The evening passed and after the boys were tucked in, Husband and I promptly fell asleep on the couch watching Saturday Night Live on Hulu.  I think it was 8:30.

This morning I woke up, turned off my alarm, rolled over to stretch, and was shocked to find a sock clinging to our headboard.

Gravity defying sock with dog.

It was rather creepy to think that we slept with it hanging there above our heads all night.

Gravity defying sock with dog, closer.

At least it did not drop down upon us while we slept.

Gravity defying sock – close up.

I may have accidentally mistaken it for a spider and smothered Husband with my pillow trying to kill it.

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Simple Sunday – Santa’s “Helper”

She spend a good half hour watching me wrap from her perch on the bed.

The curling ribbon caused her to travel to the ground floor.  Princess Leia was intrigued and ready to “help”.

Her eyes, full of potential action, gave me warning.

The wrapping paper sufficiently wrinkled and poked full of holes, she left without a backward glance.

Gee, thanks…

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Snowflake Security System?

Our hallway, courtesy of Carter and his crafting.

Duck, swerve left then a quick right, then back to the left again.

It is festive by day but hazardous by night (think – paper cut to the face and multiple eye stabbings).  I pity the poor person who tries to navigate this in the dark.

Carter has apparently taken his Christmas crafting to others houses in our neighborhood.  I was told by our next door neighbors that he strung up some strands of snowflakes, ten-year-old-boy-height across their living room while there helping bake Christmas goodies.  They say they love it even thought they admitted to having to duck much more than before.

Even with all the potential for clothes-lining and other possible injuries, it makes me rather happy to hear about him spreading his holiday festivities to others.

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Missed Opportunity

As I wandered through the kitchen, bags under my eyes, wearing my old, tattered, flannel pajamas and my new cozy, purple llama socks, a dog food dish in my hand, I heard Cody ask Husband what the word sexy meant.

I heard Husband stumble over his words, but finally land on “something that has sex appeal.”

I thought to myself that he simply could have said “your mamma.”

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