Wednesday, November 26, 2014

It's cold

We were getting everyone ready to get out the door yesterday for school. As usual, it was later than I was hoping it would be. The big kids were ready, so I sent them out to the car to get buckled (we missed the bus, I usually don't drive them). When the door opened, Gemma stiffened and gasped as the blast of chilly garage air hit her.

"Brr!" She said.

A split second later, "I need hat."

She then turned to the box where we store the hats, gloves and other outdoor accessories. She dug around as I got my shoes on and organized her backpack.

"There! Just right!" She said as she plopped the striped cotton sun hat.

And then I took her to school.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Chat with Gemma

Here is Gemma chatting away about trick-o-treating. She cracks me up!

Buttween

AMELIA: mom! Ask me to spell a hard word!
Mom: uuuuuhhhh... Between....
AMELIA: works quickly, tongue hanging out of her mouth....

I'm done!
Look! It spells between!

Good morning

Gemma's morning hair is ALWAYS good for a little entertainment.

Gemma helps

For some reason, I had this rosy idea that it would be a heartwarming memory to roll out cinnamon roll dough with Gemma. We could listen to music, chat and I would help her roll. We would laugh and have a great time. I knew it would be a little messy, but sometimes making memories is messy!

I was not expecting the level of mess.

I changed her shirt twice and ultimately ended up putting her in the tub after she pulled up her pant leg to run the flour onto her legs and between her toes. She wasn't at all interested in the dough or what I was doing. The flour was the star attraction.

I spy

Sweet Amelia was sick this week (so was William, but he rebounded quicker). She missed 2 days of school due to headaches, stomach aches and a fever.

She spent quite a bit of time in her room for 2 equally important reasons:

1. If staying home from school is too "fun", then the children will frequently be too "sick" to go to school. If you are sick, you need rest. The best place to rest is your bed.

2. To prevent infecting everyone else, namely Gemma. Gemma has no sense of personal space and no sense of limiting exposure to germs. She regularly licks playground equipment and grocery cart (when she agrees to ride).

Amelia was very understanding about the whole thing and stayed in her room without much complaint. She didn't feel like reading, she did a lot of drifting in and out of sleep.

One time, I came to check on her and found her chatting away.

Mama: who are you talking to?
Amelia: oh! Hi mom! I'm just playing a game.
Mama: you are?
Amelia: yes. Big bird and I are playing a little game of "I spy" (gesturing toward her lamp).
Mama: you are? What a great idea!
Amelia: yes, we are. I am winning.

Good bye crib

It's a little bitter sweet, but here is Gemma sleeping in her big girl bed. She has been successfully sleeping in her big bed for about 2 weeks now.

For the last few months, we have had the bed made up and offered it to her for both bedtime and naptime. She would occasionally choose the bed, but more often picked her "yittle bed". I didn't have the heart to force the issue. There really wasn't any reason she needed to switch beds other than there wasn't much room in her bedroom with the crib and the bed set up.

A few weeks ago, Gemma wet through her diaper. I didn't have time to launder her sheets that day. Luckily, we have a back up mattress pad and sheet. However, the mattress pad has to air dry (hard hitting stuff here today). The next morning, her sheets were wet again. Two things happened as a result:

1. I switched Gemma to a higher caliber of overnight diapers because changing/washing tight fitting crib sheets is not my idea of a good time.

2. There wasn't any way the air dry only, heavy material of the mattress pad was ever going to be dry in time for nap time or bed time.

And so the change was forced. Due to laundry. I suppose I could have gone out to buy a third set of crib linens, but it would be hard to justify the expense so close to the end of our crib use.

Overall, it has gone pretty well. We had a few rough nights getting her to sleep in the beginning, but all is going well now.

Ice cream!

I was reading Gemma's book choice to her. It is a book about dinosaurs and at the bottom of every page, there is a question. At the bottom of the TRex page, the book asks what the reader thinks the TRex wants to eat for dinner. Clearly, the author is expecting a certain answer (the yellow dinosaur).

As I read this line to Gemma, she replied immediately and with enthusiasm "ICE CREAM!"

Apparently, this page is ripe for hilarity. At about this age, William responded with "Pancakes!". I attempted to locate an old post on the subject, but couldn't find it.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Adventures in Shopping with a 2 year old

This last week, I went to the store with Gemma.  This is a regular occurrence, but lately it has been a LOT more work.  Sometime in the last month, Gemma decided she wasn't going to willingly ride in the cart anymore.  For awhile, I got away with just sticking her in the cart anyway while she cried.  Then, I could distract her and obtain grocerries.  Not anymore.  Now, the minute I pull the cart out, she starts bucking and screaming and generally becoming a whirling dervish of activity.  She does not care if she falls or hits her head or if everyone in a 2 mile vicinity is staring at her.  She doesn't care one bit.  She just cares about not being buckled into the cart.   Getting her foot into the tiny opening on the cart is suddenly impossible.  Forcing her to stay sitting down requires a lot of strength and more hands than I possess.  Keeping her sitting down AND buckling her is next to impossible.

Occasionally, she can be talked into riding in the larger bottom section of the cart, but this isn't great because she doesn't like to sit down and I worry like CRAZY she is going to tip out and fracture her skull on the floor.  

I spend most shopping trips quickly glancing at the shelves while keeping a hand on her at all times and grabbing the stuff we need.  Or that I think we need.


Recently, I came home from the store with a tube of what I thought was hair gel.  After I got out of the shower, I squeezed a small amount into my hand, rubbed it around and started working it into my hair.  It was bubbly.  Really bubbly.  It was only then that I took the time to actually LOOK at the tube and discovered it was shampoo.  Not gel.  Whoops.  Back into the shower.


Anyway, back to this last week.


I took Amelia and Gemma to the craft store to look for a few things.  Amelia stayed right with me as usual.  This girl is like a shadow.  The biggest problem I have is occasionally stepping on her as she sometimes stands too close.  But, I always know where she is.

Gemma was not riding in the cart.  She was doing a moderately good job of staying with me.  This was largely due to the fact I had a package of Smarties in my coat pocket and would occasionally give her one.  If I went too long between Smarties, she would wander off to the nearest aisle with the largest selection of breakable items and start to dance.

After a short while, I had had enough looking and Gemma wrangling.  There were a few items in the cart and we headed to the check out line.  It was crowded, so we got in line.  Gemma stood squeezing all the different candies at her eye level while I tried to distract her as I unloaded the cart.

We had the following conversation:

Gemma: I pick dis one!
Mama: No.  Nope.  We aren't getting any candy today, Gemma.
Gemma: I nnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeed it!
Mama: Not today sweat pea.  We need to go home and have lunch.
Gemma: I need it. It for my burpday (birthday)!  Happy burpday, Demma! (Gemma)
Mama: It isn't your birthday!  Your birthday is a long way away!
Gemma: Ooooh. (sticks out lip).  Peas?  Peas, Mom?  For my burpday?
Mama: (trying to contain my laughing) No. I'm sorry, no.
Gemma: I share you! (I will share with you!)
Mama: (laughing out loud, no use trying to hide it) The answer is still no sweetie. ( which was much easier to do with Amelia watching me and reminding me that if Gemma got a treat, SHE would need a treat also.)


Shortly after the treat conversation, Gemma's interest wandered away from the candy.  I tried to see what she was looking at, but couldn't figure it out.  She suddenly bolted.  I left Amelia with the cart and took off after Gemma.  She is fast.  She turned around to see if I was following and then ran faster.  I turned around to see if Amelia was okay.  When I turned back, Gemma had pushed her way out the door.  They were just regular push/pull store doors that exited into a small lobby area.

The minute she got outside the door, she flopped herself down onto her stomach right in front of the door.  The door swung outward, so I was going to have to go further down to another set of doors to get to the stinker.  When I got a little closer, she put both hands under her chin and sweetly gazed up at my.  While laying on the floor in the entrance to the lobby.  I heard several titters behind me and turned to see we had a small audience.

"She is SO cute!" one woman commented.

I got out into the lobby and grabbed my naughty child and brought her back.  When we got back to our place, the cashier was still ringing up our purchases and Amelia was right where I left her.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Amelia's super special person

Amelia sure loves her cousin Abigail! She chose to do one of her writing assignments at school about her youngest cousin.

Note: we had to have a chat as Abigail has TWO sisters instead of one, but Amelia is doing a great job.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Amelia sings the Navy song

Waving flags at Veterans Day assembly

Veterans Day, home presentation

I was pleased that Amelia was willing to perform some of her Veterans Day songs from her assembly. I wasn't expecting the amount of work that needed to go into it. William insisted we needed a stage and a curtain with a pull open mechanism. At one point, I didn't think we'd get beyond the construction phase of development.

Watch for videos coming up next!

Dear Grandpa Budd,

Dear Grandpa Budd,

You can be a veteran.* I know the army song.


* I suspect this was due to the assembly yesterday. Students were invited to bring any veterans in their family or friends to the assembly. The veterans were announced one by one and the student got to go up and sit with their special person. Amelia was most displeased that her favorite 2 veterans were not available for her assembly.

Dear Uncle Mike

Amelia was moved to write a letter to her Veteran family members after her Veterans Day assembly at school yesterday.

Dear Mike,
I love you. We hope to see you soon. Have a happy year. Do you like the navy? Love you to the moon and back. Amelia. Heidt. I know the navy song.

Happy Veterans Day!

Every year, the school has a Veterans Day assembly. The kids sing and some local veterans are recognized. The assembly is always on a Tuesday and as I work on Tuesdays, I haven't ever had the opportunity to attend.

On Monday, I saw a friend from work post on Facebook that her office was closed Tuesday for the holiday. The lucky part? That meant I didn't have to work Tuesday and I got to go to the assembly. The unlucky part? I had to spend my day off making phone calls to all my students and volunteers in order to let them know not to come to class on Tuesday.

The kids were asked to wear different colors based on their grade level. First grade wore white, second grade wore blue. As a Boy Scout, William was asked to wear his scout uniform. Gemma had preschool in the morning, so I was able to attend the assembly by myself after dropping her off. This is big. I haven't been to the bathroom by myself since 2007.

The assembly was very cute and I'm so glad I could attend. Amelia's "talking hands" sign language club performed the Pledge of allegiance in sign language at the beginning. I was disappointed that due to where I was sitting, I couldn't see them perform.

Lucky for me, Amelia was more than happy to repeat her performance in the evening.

In closing, it would be wrong to not mention our family's favorite veterans. My brother, Mike is serving in the Navy and both of my grandpas have military background. My Grandpa Budd was on the army and my Grandpa Tom was in the navy. We thank them for their service and dedication to our country.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Amelia Ann, on to new things

Amelia has had a lot going on for the last several weeks.  I haven't said anything here for a few reasons 1) I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  2) I wasn't sure what was going to be decided in the end.

The short version: We have decided to move Amelia to a first grade class for the remainder of the school year.  It was a very hard decision to make.


The long version is much longer and involves much hand wringing on my part and some long suffering patience from John. 

Last spring, I met with the principal of the school Amelia attends.  I brought some samples of Amelia's school work from her preschool and Amelia herself.  I knew that Amelia was going to enter kindergarten above grade level in the areas of reading and math based on:

1) My education background
2) My previous volunteer work with William's kindergarten class.

After seeing the work samples and having a conversation with Amelia, the principal offered to place Amelia in first grade for the next year*.  Without hesitation, I refused this.  I wanted Amelia to be in kindergarten and receive enrichment.  Kindergarten was going to be a big adjustment and I felt strongly Amelia needed to be in a kindergarten setting.  A kindergarten setting with some enrichment available.

That is how we have started the school year.  I met with Amelia's kindergarten teacher before school started and have talked with her on a regular basis (thanks in part to volunteering in her classroom once a week).  As a regular volunteer in the classroom, I am aware of the skills the students are working on and where the students in the class are at.  Typically, I work with small groups in the hallway on skills they are struggling with.  In general, these students are behind the curve and we are trying to "catch up".  Just last week, I was working with a group on letter recognition.  Amelia started reading over a year ago.

In the middle of October, we had parent/teacher conferences.  It did not come as a surprise to us that the school was again recommending a first grade placement for Amelia.  I was all set to decline, because I felt good about Amelia's kindergarten placement.

The teacher presented the skills the kindergarteners will be working on for the rest of the year.  Amelia has mastered all of them.  She showed us samples of Amelia's work versus typical kindergarten work (typical: label objects in the picture with the first letter sound, Amelia: labels objects with words - many words are spelled correctly).

The teacher presented the skills the first graders will be working on for the rest of the year.  Amelia knows most of them.  Not all and some of them not very well, but she knows most of them.

Although the kindergarten teacher works with Amelia and has several ways to help enrich her learning, the truth is this time is extremely limited.  She has 21 other students who need her help and time.  Additionally, the one student in the class Amelia frequently paired with for group time because of their skill level had been moved to first grade the previous week.  There weren't other students in the class at her level to make a group.

We left conferences and had a big discussion**.  We conferred with principal over the classroom placement.  We talked to Amelia.  I called in the big guns by calling my sister-in-law who had to make a similar decision several years ago. 

Can I take a minute and tell you how much I love having older, wiser and more experienced siblings?  I didn't have any older siblings until I got married and I am so thankful for them.  I could (and should) write a whole post about my admiration for them.

On this occasion, my dear sister in law talked me down and gave me some pointers.  She is the best.

We agreed to give Amelia a trial run of first grade by doing half days in kindergarten and half days in first grade.  She has the same teacher William did for first grade.  We adore her.

The first week was rough.  Amelia did not want to leave kindergarten.  She loves her teacher and knows her friends.  There were tears.  I considered cancelling the whole thing.  We conferred with the teachers over email.  We made changes.  I furiously cleaned our house and pulled out my hair.  The shower has been scoured, the fridge is clean and kid clothes are organized.

Week 2 was better, but we still had some bumps.  At the end of week 2, Amelia still preferred to stay in kindergarten.  I agreed with her.  Her reasons were not great: the calendar pictures weren't as cute in first grade, the teacher had fewer chairs in first grade and the tables in the room were set up differently.  Also, one day she forgot her art shirt and was embarrassed.  However, she eagerly sat down on Friday night and completed both the first grade level homework packet and the kindergarten homework packet.

My reasons weren't great either.  I like being a kindergarten parent.  I spent the last year mentally gearing myself up to be the kindergarten mom.  I know a lot of kindergarten parents.  I don't know any first grade parents.  I just joined a Girl Scout group of kindergarteners.  I would have to switch to a first grade group.

Neither of us had good reason for staying in kindergarten.

John and I met with the principal on the last Friday of the half day trials.  It was hard on Amelia to switch classrooms part way through the day.  She couldn't really get into the routine with either as they were on different schedules and had different routines.  Her main complaints were about the uncertainty about what to expect and how her day would go.

We came up with a new plan.  One more week of first grade all day.  The teacher would emphasize the routines and the school counselor would pull her and a few other students at the end of the day to help Amelia cement some friendships in the classroom.  The school counselor would also informally assess Amelia's social skills during this time and let us know if she felt there were any concerns with moving her to first grade (update: she had no concerns).

This trial took place this last week.

By the end of the second day of this trial, Amelia* was delighted.  She missed her kindergarten teacher and wrote her little notes every night.  However, she was excited and happy to be going to first grade.  She had some new friends and was more relaxed about the schedule and routines.

It was still a hard decision.  I worry about the challenging years of puberty and growth.  Will it be harder to be a whole year younger in your class?  Will she have to face peer pressures at school she isn't emotionally or cognitively mature enough to deal with?  Will she struggle in PE classes as other classmates develop skills physically and she is a year behind?  Will she struggle socially as her friends develop and change ahead of her?  Will the pressure of school get to be too much with the social pressure and the more challenging curriculum?  When her friends turn 16, I will have to make decisions about who my 15 can ride with before I am ready.  The rules I impose on William will not work for Amelia.  This will be unfair to them and a source of potential strain in already stressful teen/parent relationships.  And what about William?  How will he feel about the special attention his sister receives?  Will he feel less smart (it isn't true, he is very gifted, just differently gifted than Amelia)?  Will it strain their close relationship to have her only 1 grade level behind instead of 2?  I worry about her potentially graduating from high school at seventeen.  I worry about sending a seventeen year old off to live on campus at a college.

Or, if left in kindergarten, will she become bored and complacent?  Will she learn that school is so easy, she doesn't have to work at it?  Will she not ever be in a group with someone at her level for conversation and group work?  Will I feel responsible to continue  instructing her at her level at home and providing enrichment activities myself so she remains engaged?

That is what is boils down to: Keep her with her age group and instruct/enrich at home***.  Or, allow her to be with students slightly older and give her the opportunity to have instruction at school closer to her educational level.

If only I had a fast forward button to quickly see how events will play out, then I would know how to choose.  Having to make this decision that has such a long term impact on my daughter's life when she is FIVE is impossible.  How can I possibly have enough information to make this choice?  I don't think it matters which way we go with this decision.  I think this is the kind of decision we ALWAYS wonder if it was the right choice.

Unfortunately, looking at the future is not possible.  I can only work with the information I have in front of me now and choose what is best for Amelia right now.

Right now, the best thing for Amelia is to be in first grade.  Monday, she will be officially a first grader.

*She also offered to test Amelia for the school's Gifted and Talented program over the summer, which I also refused.  The testing is specific about the parameters.  If given, the test can only be administered every 2 years.  The test is rated for children aged 6 and up.  Amelia was not even 5 during this meeting and would have to perform at a level considered "above average" for a 6 year old.   In addition, if she met the testing criteria, she would then be bused across the school district 1 day a week for special instruction.  This seemed like too much for a kindergartener. 

To be clear: I declined this more due to the busing and scheduling complications.  Not because I didn't think Amelia would make it into the program.

**Can I tell you how proud I am of my smart daughter?  She is SO SMART. Also, she is a very diligent worker and wants to learn as much as possible.  So proud.

*** Although not directly part of this discussion, I feel leaving the social education student receive at school out completely is incorrect and doesn't include the whole picture.  It isn't testable, it isn't in the news and it doesn't get a lot of attention.  But, boy is it important.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

LMNOP

Gemma: that's my name!
Mom: yes! That is your name!
Gemma: yeah!
Mom: what letters do you see?
Gemma: Gemma!
Mom:yes! Good girl!
Gemma: G...e...M..M...N...O....P

Sent from my iPhone

Rain, rain

I was combing Gemma's hair several weeks ago. I spray her hair with water to cut down on the frizziness of her curly hair.

Mom: hold still gemma! (Sprays water from water bottle)
Gemma: rain, rain go away! Come again another day!

Sent from my iPhone

The many faces...

Of Gemma!

Gemma had her Halloween party at school last week. We decked her out and I tried to get a picture of her Halloween finery. She wasn't especially cooperative, but she did make some comical faces for me!

Pumpkin patch

We went to the pumpkin patch last weekend. No one was feeling cooperative, but we got a few seasonal pictures.

Let it go

Gemma sings "let it go" while sitting on an upside down stool with a pillow inside it. A rubber band guitar has been improvised for her by her brother.

Halloween crafts

The papers! The papers! I would estimate that each day our kids bring home between 10-20 pieces of paper. In a week, I would guess close to 75 pieces of paper.

This is so overwhelming for me. Each page has to be examined and processed for pertinent information, assessed for skills that need to be reviewed, and reviewed for potential contribution to our "save" folder (shows personality, has clearly taken a great deal of effort/time/thought, or is a formal assessment of skills).

Gemma's fall into the pure cuteness pile almost every time. Here are 3 pages that came home ONE day last week along with about 6 others. Adorable, right?

Happy Halloween!

Here are three of the best pictures of our trio this year. Not the greatest pictures, but they still had fun!

William was a dragon. Not a dinosaur. He had the best costume as it was very warm. It was also great as it came to us in a box hand me down clothing and cost us zero dollars.

Amelia was a snow queen for a second year running. The costume is actually too small, but she would not be swayed into anything else. She was a trooper and walked for over an hour of trick o treating. This costume was also zero dollars in yet another box of hand me downs. (Two years running!)

Gemma wanted to be a "pink dress girl". Luckily, we had a Sleeping Beauty dress in the box downstairs. She doesn't know or care about Sleeping Beauty, but she was delighted to be wearing a beautiful dress.

It was cold here- lower 40's with a cold wind. Our kids were troopers and walked the whole block.

Some funnys:

We ran into William's teacher from last year and the teacher Amelia has been visiting for enrichment.

Teacher: Amelia! You look beautiful!
Amelia: (curtsy, smug smile on her face) thank you!
Teacher: what is the best part of Halloween?
Amelia: the CANDY!
Teacher: what is the best part of candy. (She is clearly expecting a certain answer:eating it)
Amelia: counting it! I can't wait to get home and count it! Then I can make a chart of the kinds of candy!
Teacher: (surprised look on her face). ...... Of course you do!
Teacher: (to me): you are raising little geniuses. They are hilarious little geniuses!


........

Halfway up a drive way:
Gemma: (loudly) TRICK OR TREAT!

At the door:
Gemma:..........
(Neighbor puts candy in the bag anyway)
Mom: say "thank you!"
Gemma: ......

Halfway down the driveway, without prompting:

Gemma: THANK YOU! Happy Halloween!


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Neighbor's house:

Neighbor: oh look! A dinosaur! Happy Halloween, dinosaur!
William: I am a dragon! A dragon!
Neighbor: oh! Sorry!
William: why does everyone think I am a dinosaur?

Yet another neighbor's house:
Neighbor: a dinosaur! Dinosaurs are extinct. I guess I'll have to give all the candy to the princess!
William: (disbelief on his face)
Neighbor: go ahead princess! Take a bunch!
William: but, but, but... But! I'm a dragon!
Neighbor: (squints eyes) hmmm... Well, dragons aren't real....
William: they are in my imagination!
Neighbor: (laughs) good point young man, good point! (Gives William a handful of candy)