If I Ruled the World . . .

 

I would be perfectly justified in slapping my boss.

Boss:  Hey there – what ya eating for lunch, bean pie?

Me:  *Looking down incredulously at what is very obviously okra and tomatoes over rice and a slice of cornbread*

“Umm, nope just some succotash and cornbread.”

Boss:  “Oh, well with your Muslim hair and all.  You know, every day is a bad hair day for you . . . “

I just turned and walked away.  And he, of course, followed.

Boss:  “So, you’re Muslim right.  That’s a political statement.  Your hair I mean.”

Nerd Girl:  “I’m Christian.  It’s just hair.  Unpermed, how it comes out of my scalp, what God gave me, regular black people hair.  No statement other than I don’t perm my hair.”

Boss:  “Oh.  Well, I guess I’m having a bad hair day myself.  Shouldn’t talk should I?”

WTH?????????

1st in Class

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Lovegirl’s birthday is September 8.  This means that she is – and will always be – one of the oldest in her class. 

My concern is that during her preschool years, she will be “on target” as far as her class is concerned, but behind agewise.  For example, her classmates are learning the alphabet and practicing their counting.  Ummm, she mastered that over a year ago.  I realize that repetition is great, but have decided that from here out, school will be used as a review, and her learning will be done after school.  At home.  With me.  That’s right, I’m joining the ranks of those who “afterschool.” Afterschooling is exactly what it sounds like – additional schooling done after school hours.  I always knew I’d be doing this, but thought it would come later – you know, when I found her history classes lacking.  But apparently, the time is now.

Now, I’ve always worked with her, I think I’m just going to have to step it up a notch.  I will not try to teach her the pythagorean theorm or explain photosynthesis, but we will definitely be working on letter and number recogntion, counting units, etc. 

I’ve made her some flash cards while at work today, so we’ll start with those – maybe do a letter of the week type deal, and then move on to numbers.  After that?  I’m not sure.

So, for you seasoned parents/aunties/uncles/teachers out there, I’ve got a few questions.

Do you supplement what your child is taught in school?  Do you homeschool? Is your routine structured or are you more laid back?  Do you make up your curriculum or subscribe to a certain packaged curriculum?  What “should” a three year old know?

Thanks in advance for any help/comments/suggestions you can provide.

Is it possible . . .

to die of boredom?  ‘Cause if it is, I am definitely on my way out.  I don’t really have much to do at work today.  I’ve straightened my desk.  I’ve boxed up some files to send to storage.  I’ve surfed the internet.  I’ve read blogs.  I’ve repeated that cycle. I think I’ve dozed off a time or two.  And it’s only 12:13.  Aaaargh!

Either, Or

Last night I could’ve either gone to bed at a decent hour, waking up this morning well rested and ready for another day.

Or, I could’ve stayed up well past 2 in the a.m. to finish a book.  (Rise and Shine – Anna Quindlen). 

Guess which one I chose? Lord, I am sleepy.  The book was a pretty good read though.

Not The Mama!

Scene:  In line at my local Wa*l Mart so I can purchase a money order
Cashier:  Next please.  How can I help you?  Hey Sweetie, what’s your name?
Lovegirl:  McKenzie
Nerd Girl: Your name is not McKenzie
Cashier:  Your mama says your name isn’t McKenzie
Lovegirl:  That’s not my mama.  That’s Keesha.

What?!?  This girl is going to get me arrested for child abduction.  And who the h is Keesha?!?

Happy birthday Lovegirl!

So, three years ago (yesterday) I had my daughter!  I was going to sit down and be contemplative and wax poetic and all that jazz, but eh – I’ve changed my mind.  So Lovegirl, just know that Mama loves you very much and thanks God every day that He chose me to be yours.  Happy birthday sweet-peet, you rock!

We spent the day at the local Celtic Fest.  What, doesn’t every three year old girl ring in her fourth year of life watching Irish jig dancing and wearing a crown crafted of Christmas garland and ribbons? 

The first pic is of Lovegirl in my chair – it’s her traditional birthday shot. This year, as in years past, she chose not to look at the camera while sucking her thumb.  The second shot was taken at the Celtic Fest’s space jump. And the third picture?dscn1044.jpg (click on link, another huge pic)  Well, that was taken a few weeks ago after a birthday party that I told her was hers.  I didn’t feel like throwing her one this year, what can I say?  Besides, I had the good sense to wait until after the party to tell her it was hers – so no thunder was stolen from the “real” party girl. 

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