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Yesterday Cody had his friend Debbie over to hang out (at 12 years of age, I assume the term “play date” is no longer applicable. I am fine with this, not ever really liking that term anyway). They had plans … Continue reading
Cody: How do you make it spawn a new page? I showed Cody how to open up a new blank document in Word and left him to continue his school work. His question had me laughing on the inside but … Continue reading
“Stop!” The command came from Carter who was fast asleep in his tent. (He has been indoor camping in the bedroom he shares with his brother for several weeks now in a pop-up tent.) The loud command woke me up. … Continue reading
Tonight during our dinner conversation, riveting as they always are, the topic of the t.v. show Sixty Minutes came up. It is a news show that Husband and I both have fond childhood memories of. (Apparently it flew by in … Continue reading
Eighty degrees on a Sunday morning. Husband is gone on his yearly trip to the Reno air races. The boys and I head off to the Desert Botanical Gardens, (admittedly, there was some grumbling for they wanted the Science Center … Continue reading
Tomorrow is the first day back to school. Last night I was talking to Husband about how I will once again make the shift from the title of “mom” to that of “Mrs. M…” as I step back into the … Continue reading
The Dead Bird by Margaret Wise Brown started it. I had not read the book, a library book picked out by Carter with many others on our last trip to the library. I walked into the living room and saw … Continue reading
In my classroom there are 31 students. We have seven groups of tables, four groups of four and three groups of five. At various times of the day, I call certain tables to come to turn in papers, come to … Continue reading
Carter turned up his nose at the thought of making our own birthday invitations and instead wanted to go to the store and buy some. We found our invitations and were walking past the rack of cards on our way … Continue reading