Joe’s teacher asked me to come to her classroom to take pictures of each child in the class. She has seen my pictures via Facebook and this blog, and she was confident I would be interested in the task. I was interested; and, I was particularly interested in the handsome boy in blue.
Joe is a smart kid. Only 7yrs old, the kid already knows his strengths and weaknesses. Last night, I shared our dinner conversation with my Facebook friends.
The boys and I were talking about races, and each one thought about which races they could win. Joe said, “Oh, I could win a running race easy, if I were running against toddlers. And, I could so win a biking race against toddlers on tricycles.”
The best part about Joe’s comments (which I did not include on Facebook) is the fact the training wheels are still on his bicycle. He knows his limits, and he sets up his challenges accordingly.
The family gathered in the living room waiting for our nephew to start opening his birthday cards and presents. He opened his first card and read it aloud. When he got to the handwritten sentiment, he had to pass it to someone else to read. “I can’t read cursive.” He said.
What?! What did my 14yr old nephew say? He can’t read cursive? What?!
Seeing my shock, my sister-in-law said, “They don’t teach cursive in school anymore.” Continue reading
Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day in the United States. Schools, banks and other businesses are closed in observance of Martin Luther King Jr. and his work to end the discrimination and the segregation of black men and women.
Thanks to Martin Luther King Jr. (and others), the boys don’t look at their classmates as a color. Nor do the boys exclude others based on race, religion or national origin. And, thanks to the civil rights movement, the boys have a rainbow of friends in their classrooms.
Yes, the lunch boxes and backpacks are put away for the day, and the boys are looking forward to a day of play. Still, we’ll stop and remember why we have this ‘day of play’. Continue reading
My son’s first classroom presentation. Continue reading
Monday through Friday, I pick-up the boys from school. Chuckity-chuck-chuck (not his real name) is dismissed at 2:45. His brother, Bugaboo (not his real name) is dismissed at 3:20. For over 30 minutes, unless we are passing the time on the playground, this is the face I see in my rear-view mirror (it’s his real face). Continue reading
Though creating rhymes and poetry are not my best skill, attempting the task is always a thrill. Continue reading
Are you still with me? I mean, after the flux issue, I’d be surprised to still have you here – reading this. Which, by the way, is going no where too quickly. Continue reading
Regardless, based on the books I am reading, there is nothing wrong with the short non-sentences in the second paragraph. Moreover, the fact that this has nothing to do with the bulk of the post is acceptable, too. Continue reading
Fourth grade was also the year I had my first crush. Well, my first crush at that school. Even though I was only in fourth grade, I assure you I had crushes long before that guy. Continue reading