tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16491835409128997212024-03-12T20:25:21.692-06:00Earthami KnitsWhere I talk about yarn and knitting. Well sometimes at least.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-59601483998136196392013-01-25T16:28:00.000-07:002013-01-25T16:28:07.311-07:00The making of a Trekkie...It would seem I'm a lazy, lazy blogger, but I think I have firmly established that fact already.<br />
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Anyway, I have a story to tell so you get to hear it you the 3 of you that will come over from my link. Last week The Boy and I went to the National Western Stock Show, but not to the Rodeo, that shit is just too loud anymore. We went during the school day and so got to call it school, hey learning to shear a sheep is learning, not useful in his life right now but learning. Also we went with another homeschooler so hey he got socialized also. (Stepping away from that now)<br />
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While there the boys were talking about various SF shows/video games, okay my son was talking about them our friend was soaking it all in, maybe to his mother's horror, we'll see if we are invited to another outing. At one point The Boy came up to me and asked if there were any Star Trek movies, hey don't judge I'm slowly introducing him to the world starting with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation">ST:TNG</a> because he loves <a href="http://wilwheaton.net/">Wil Wheaton</a> and I, well... Captain Picard... *swoon*. I told him yes there were many.<br />
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Mom friend looks at me and asks with a bit of amazement "Are you a trekkie?" and without a moments hesitation I said "Why yes I am, second generation actually." and that got me thinking, I really am a second generation SF nerd. Some of my fondest memories as a child are of watching Star Trek reruns with my dad, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil_in_the_Dark">the Horta</a>, <a href="http://www.trekp.com/posters/gw099-animus.jpg">the flying fried eggs</a> (I can't find the name of the episode who can help me), and of course <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trouble_With_Tribbles">Tribbles</a>.<br />
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I can remember when I was in my 20's, you know in the dark ages, when I cared if I was called a Trekkie or a Trekker, and for the life of me I can't even remember why I cared.<br />
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Anyway all this to say I am passing Star Trek onto the next generation as my father passed it onto me. With love and joy and enthusiasm.<br />
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Live Long and Prosper my friends.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-71440022928614234752012-06-17T11:59:00.000-06:002012-06-17T11:59:12.740-06:00Dyslexia Sucks but my son does not....Dyslexia is hard for me to understand. I want so much for my son to enjoy books like I do. I want him to get lost in the stories of other places, other people, other ways and come out with other thoughts, other feelings, other ideas. I want his head filled with language that he wouldn't hear on a day to day basis.<br />
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I have felt like without the ability to read he would not get to experience this. I was wrong.<br />
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We are re-reading the <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8134337-the-red-pyramid">Kane Chronicles</a> so we can then finish the series. He commented that a song he was listening to on his iPod was kind of Sadie Kane's theme song, something about being a classy rebel or something. I couldn't hear the lyrics nor do I know the song that well. I was just so excited to hear him make a connection like that. It means, to me, that the characters are living in his head all the time, not just when we read at night.<br />
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I was just reading a book, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11722501-kushiel-s-dart">Kushiel's Dart</a>, that I am giving up on. It took me awhile to figure out why I wasn't connecting and during that we had some conversations that The Boy joined in on. I talked about how while I was reading the book the world was alive for me but when I put it down there was nothing calling me back. There was no one character that stayed with me calling me back to read one more line or find out what was going to happen next. The Boy commented how the Kane's kept calling him back and wanting to continue to hear their story.<br />
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So what I need to remember is that right now I am how he is getting the stories, he doesn't want to listen to audio books, he wants me to read to him, partly because we can then have conversations about the books and partly because he really doesn't like change.<br />
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I'm pretty sure he is on the cusp of wanting to listen to audio books though because he can then take control of when he can enter the story again.<br />
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Life is good.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-22641496364709648642012-05-21T19:39:00.002-06:002012-05-21T19:44:35.309-06:00Whirlwind WeekendOn May 10th I received a text message from DH saying: "Full solar eclipse soon. In USA" This sent me online looking for information. Finding that it was going to be a full annular eclipse in Albuquerque, NM. This is 7 hours from our home. We thought we might be able to do this. We started looking and the 2 of us decided we wanted to do this. So we did.<br />
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We have such a fun time as a family and The Boy LOVED seeing the pueblo dwellings in the valley at Bandelier. We are already planning our trip back down and plan to include trips to Canyon de Chelly, Mesa Verde, and Sand Dunes(no ancient people but still fun) for later this summer. </div>
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There is this game, a fun game, an educational(kinda) game, this game is called <a href="http://www.kongregate.com/games/CellCraft/cellcraft">CellCraft</a> I may have mentioned it before. You are creating a cell, and learning about the organelles in a cell and what they do. He is reading the narration mostly by himself and figuring out 2 syllable words.<br />
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GUYS! this is HUGE!<br />
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I'm not sure how to describe my joy. It is making me think that I'm not wasting my time completely. That maybe this is something I can do. That if I put my mind to it I could do ANYTHING!!!! Oh wait this is his accomplishment isn't it. Ok, change all those I's to he's and yeah that sounds better. ;)<br />
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It was so cool to watch him jump for joy that he was reading, and recognize that he was able to decipher the words and the meaning. It helps so much that the content is something he wants to learn about. The technical terms he needed me to read but he memorized the way the words looked quickly and didn't need me to continue to help with those either.<br />
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To add to the happiness my son wrote me a birthday card, he wrote words by himself with only asking how to spell day. Look...<br />
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He has never written something this long before. I am so proud of him!<br />
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45 is definitely looking good.<br />
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Anyway I'm getting old and the numbers are starting to show it more.<br />
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This wasn't suppose to be a post about that, about me getting older and not knowing what the hell I want to do with my life. It is suppose to be about how my son is getting older and growing up and becoming a loving, caring human being. So let me write that post now.<br />
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He has for almost a year now been asking me what I like and want to do, first it was claimed to be a Christmas list and then was ignored for Christmas, but as my birthday has loomed on the horizon he has started talking about the list again. I asked if he wanted my help with anything and he said no, then he said he would talk to his dad, and he did. He is bursting with excitement of what they have planned. He came up to me this morning and was bouncing around saying "We have the BEST birthday celebration planned for you!" When I said "Will you tell me?" His reply was to cover his eyes and start saying "don't look in the eyes they will make you blurt it out!"<br />
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So he is now upstairs making me a card that will go with the celebration (and avoiding doing his school work) but he is writing and drawing.<br />
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Well my 'writing time' is gone and we are off to do school work.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-86737374417936836092012-04-24T13:13:00.001-06:002012-04-24T13:13:43.236-06:00A vent then a bunch of things that make me happy...I am the kind of person who wants to hear the bad news first, I eat my least favorite thing on my plate first, I like to chase yucky medicine with a spoonful of sugar. So while I am not always Pollyanna and "Oh everything is always lovely" I do like to end with positive, if I can I want to move on with some hope of sweetness after having faced the negative of bitterness. With that in mind I'm going to vent about my insurance maze and then give you links to fun YouTube goodness. Things that make me happy, and have nothing to do with health insurance.<br />
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So the insurance debacle is 6 months on and officially no closer to being done than it was when I first brought it up to them 6 months ago (6 months and 4 days ago if one were counting, not that I'm counting) I have called them 10 times in those 6 months, I'm not calling week or even every 2 weeks but I have been trying to keep in touch, get my name back in front of someone, and seeing if there was anything new to tell me. Well this week we received a bill for services that happened last year and I pulled all the paper work out and found that one of the things we received last month was actually a credit. So I had hope that the audit was done. Officially no it is not, but they did pay for services to a 3rd party from the middle of last year that we had already paid. So now I need them to give me credit for an overpayment to them and I have to contact the 3rd party and get a refund for the 'overpayment' I made to them and they are still billing me for things that happened the end of last year after we supposedly met our (very high) deductible. When I found out they paid a 3rd party I kind of lost it on the poor customer service person. I kept saying I know this is not your fault but I am VERY ANGRY and you should probably get a supervisor so I can yell at them rather than yell at you. She did get the supervisor, and that is when the supervisor told me that all these people who over the last 6 months who told me that they were escalating my audit, were actually doing nothing of the sort, they were giving me a number that they wrote a note that I had called and pointed to the audit that was started in October. She then said that she would escalate it to her oversight committee and that she would call me to let me know what was going on. I told her straight up that I didn't trust that since it is exactly what all the other people I had talked to said but I have her name and will ask to talk to her in 2 weeks when I call them back, because so not trusting that she will actually get back to me, ever. GRRRRR.<br />
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I did call the 3rd party and they had already found that my account shows an overpayment and they have issued a request for payment and I should see the refund in a month, or so. You know whenever they have enough payments to run a check run.<br />
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So now doing research on how to get a hold of the state insurance commission and file a complaint. They are messed up and while I can see the change over of billing software caused this problem in the first place 6 months to work it out is unacceptable.<br />
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Have you seen all the cool shows on YouTube? They started doing a bunch of original content shows and I have found some that we LOVE!<br />
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First up <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/geekandsundry">Geek & Sundry</a> it is produced by Felicia Day & Kim Evey the duo who brought us The Guild. So far our 2 favorite shows are The Flog, Felicia's video blog she does different things she want to try like blacksmithing, and Table Top a show hosted by Wil Wheaton where he plays a board game with some friends and the video it. Good times. There is probably language and innuendo that you may not want your younger kids to see, but since I'm clueless we let the boy watch them with us, and he LOVES them.<br />
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Next is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/LizzieBennet">The Lizzie Bennet Diaries</a>, which is apparently a retelling of Pride & Prejudice and I only figured that out because there is a character called Darcy in it and oh yeah I kind of remember hearing about that name and some 19th century book. yeah, not a book I've read but I'm really enjoying this. So go, look, enjoy.<br />
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Now for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/crashcourse?feature=g-all-u">Crash Course!</a> I just found this in the last 2 days and we love it. One is biology and the other is world history. This one even I get the fact that there are references that some people do not want their kids to see so preview before you let your kiddos watch, that said the boy spent an hour yesterday watching the biology videos.<br />
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Then for pure girly fun I am really enjoying <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/fawninc">Fawn</a> where there are makeup tutorials and a travel show and well other fun things. Michelle Phan is one of the people who started it and I love her makeup tutorials. I feel like I can put on makeup without looking like a clown because of what she has shown me, and so what if she is 20 years younger than me. ;)<br />
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And here is a bunch more I love <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CGPGrey">CGPGrey's Channel</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheSpanglerEffect">The Spangler Effect,</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Vihart">Vi Hart,</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/simonscat">Simon's Cat</a> <br />
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There, happiness spread. Go enjoy and stuff.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-16267303138262618582012-04-17T19:47:00.000-06:002012-04-17T19:47:06.337-06:00I am so bad at this parenting thingOh I am a bad mother, a bad teacher and overall a bad woman. Or at least that was how I was feeling this morning.<br />
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Because let me tell you, yesterday SUCKED. I was ready to send the child to the nearest military school, I was certain he was NEVER going to learn to read, or at least never learn to read from me, and I said out loud that I didn't think I was a very good teacher for him. Which with my child is the same as saying I no longer wanted to be his Mommy, or at least that is how he heard it, with a little bit of if he was just a better child I would still love him. (I am of course guessing all this because while the child will never, ever, ever shut up he will also never, ever, ever talk about his feelings.)<br />
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Today I started it with that wish, sadly a bloody mary did not appear and we tried to do school again, and ended up in the same damn argument we have in some form or another. I say do A he says can't I do X? I say no we are doing A. He says well there was that one time you let me do X before doing A why can't we do that now. I say because you then melted down when we had to do A we are not doing X first, then there is crying, usually on both parts. I love that argument, I tried to get my BF to tell me I would miss this argument in 10 years (her boy is 10 years older than mine) She laughed and said, sure, of course you will, then laughed some more, then offered to go get a pedicure with me (hooray something to look forward to), but not go to LA for the weekend (boo).<br />
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We get past that argument and then we have the.same.damn.argument but this time I say write X here, but you may look at what you wrote previously, he says can't I write it below what I wrote previously? I say no and start to lose my shit because damn it I have already had this fucking argument with you once today and I am so.........<br />
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Oh wait, it is totally fine if you write there, it saves paper, gives you more confidence and yes, you may, but of course it does not come out like that, instead it comes out like "Fine" "Write it there" and the boy, thinking we are still in the middle of our normal fight starts to shut down.<br />
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I then get us both to breathe and I explain to him that I am the kind of person that likes things done according to the rules, if you tell me where to write I will write there and nowhere else. He is the kind of person who will look at what you tell him and he will look right back at you and say, but what about (insert a million different options or just one that is completely at odds with what was just said)..... and I went on to explain that this is a good thing, this is something that is going to be important as he grows up. I want him questioning why someone tells him to do something. I want him to look at someone and say "Why the hell do you want me to try that drug/drink/donkey" I am raising a boy to become a man in a world where it is all too easy to follow the leader and the leader isn't always right.<br />
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So we breathed and we made it through the day without the help of bloody mary or any of her friends, although her cousin beer is calling my name right now. And I think maybe I'm not the worst mother, teacher, woman on the face of the planet. Breathing.<br />
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And as a footnote to this, later in the day I was looking at FB and there was one of those side ads for something called Hot Shots and he read it. He read it out loud with no hesitation and with utter confidence. You guys this is HUGE!!!!! he is starting to read, I am helping him learn to fucking read! OMG!!!!!!!! Now, of course he will one day be able to read over my shoulder and I will have to be careful about when I post but for right now HE IS STARTING TO READ!!!!!!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-17105276128780136452012-04-06T13:49:00.000-06:002012-04-06T13:49:05.410-06:00BreathingHow often do I talk of breathing, it is such an important yet often ignored part of continuing to exist on this planet. I think having asthma and not getting to take breath for granted makes me more aware of it and how it affects my emotions and physical well being.<br />
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Right now I'm trying to remember that how I hold my body changes the way I breath, and changes my reactions to things in my life.<br />
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In my remembering to breath I'm trying to also remember that while we like life to be sweet, a diet of only sweet is uninteresting. I like some salt and some bitterness and so I need to remember to breath and enjoy both those parts of life as well.<br />
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I've started an April Photo of the Day challenge to help me remember to take a photo each day and see the beauty around me. Breathing and controlling your breath is important to taking a picture. I remember learning that with my camera when I was 11.<br />
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So in my attempt to remember to breath and control my breath I've taken up a photography challenge for April<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 1 My Reflection, yes it is a cheat, I don't care. Look at the pretty flower.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April 2 Color, muted colors and another cheat since I took it on the 1st but it is just so pretty.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-19225842767934021312012-04-03T08:04:00.000-06:002012-04-03T08:04:35.749-06:00Fun day in disguiseI did not expect yesterday to go the way it did. My sister asked to come over so I could help her with a project and I said yes but I'll need to do school with the boy first.<br />
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The project was much, much bigger than I had thought it would be and the boy had to fend for himself. I'm sure he was broken up that he didn't have to do his Barton lesson that day. ;)<br />
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What he did do was create a quiver and ballista type thing from left over tubes and rubber bands. He had so much fun, his only unfun part was that I didn't get up and help him use the drill. I was happy he actually waited until his father got home since he knew he shouldn't be using the drill by himself, yeah cub scouts! He was firing it last night to try to calibrate it and see how far it would go. He used his <a href="http://www.stomprocket.com/">Stomp Rockets</a> as the ammo and I will say that the rubber band does not send it as far as the air booster but he is learning. Learning to make weaponry but learning.<br />
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I wonder what today will bring?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-22643049453228547812012-03-28T09:50:00.000-06:002012-03-28T09:50:29.087-06:00Growing UpMy child has never, ever said he was a half age. When people would come up to him and ask if he was 6 and a half he would look at them as though they were crazy and should shut up. Then he would inform them he was 6, he does not turn 7 until his birthday. If it was near his birthday and some unfortunate soul, like say his mother, would say "You are almost 8" he would lose his ever loving mind and explain emphatically that he was 7 he does not turn 8 until Tuesday, even if Tuesday was the next day.<br />
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My child has opinions on age and responsibility. Preparing food to eat was not his responsibility, it did not matter if it was a sandwich, a bean and cheese burrito, or a 5 course meal, it was Mom's responsibility and in the last 6 months he has come to recognize that Dad can also make food worth eating, but was still not his responsibility to prepare his own food. It did not matter how much his mother told him he could make it, that he had made it before. No, he was being abandon to adult life much too soon in his way of thinking.<br />
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My child yesterday, he not only prepared his breakfast, granted a reheated leftover burger, he also prepared his own lunch, a turkey cheese and mayo sandwich with a glass of milk he poured himself, and let me know that he was wearing his last pair of clean underwear, and shirt would I do the laundry please. Then helped fold and put away all the clean clothes.<br />
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It was as though a young man sprouted before my eyes. At the end of the evening he was, justifiably, proud of what he had done and how he had carried himself through the day (we are ignoring the testing portion of the day) and said, "Well I'm 9 and a half now. Right?" we agreed "I need to be more responsible, I will be 10 this year"<br />
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So I guess nearly 10 is his thresh hold for responsibility. Please let puberty wait a couple more years. I'm enjoying this stage so much.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-32792543981648572312012-03-27T11:30:00.000-06:002012-03-27T11:30:02.958-06:00TornWe live in Colorado, in Colorado the <a href="http://www.cde.state.co.us/choice/homeschool_law.htm">homeschool law states</a> that every odd numbered year starting in 3rd grade you must administer a nationally normed standardized test and turn the results into a school district in the state, or you can get an educational expert with a masters in education to evaluate the child and turn in the evaluation to the school board.<br />
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We choose the test route. First because it makes my husband feel better to have a test result that is given by someone other than the loving mother of his child. Second because while I know some people with the requisite masters degree in education they are all very busy people with jobs and things and I don't like to impose, and I'm cheap. I know how much their time is worth and it is cheaper to pay for a test and administer it myself than pay for someone who knows what the hell they are doing.<br />
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We just finished the testing. This was such a painful experience for him. Even the parts that were easy. This is so very different from my experience with testing. I LOVED testing. It is the place I felt comfortable in competing. I was nearly always the first one finished with a test, even in college. I likely could have tested better if I wasn't so damn cocky about finishing first but I never did poorly in fact I always tested as a smarty pants so there was no learning experience from taking it quickly, heh. I understand how to study, take, and do well on a test. Standardized test are a breeze, for me. Watching my child struggle is really hard. I want to put the part of my brain that just 'gets' testing into his and let him have it.<br />
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The thing is I really do know where he is at in his schooling. I know what his reading level is(low), I know how proficient he is at writing(not), how well he understands words(wow!) and the use of words (subject/predicate, easy). I know where he is in mathematics(hello pre-algebra I've missed you). These tests are nothing more than a hoop to jump through to appease the state. I get that, but the part of me that wants to test well and finish quickly wants my son to do the same.<br />
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I'm glad that we don't have to face this again for 2 years. I'm wondering if I shouldn't look for the 'qualified person' to evaluate him at that point rather than giving him sleepless nights and headaches from the stress and worry of testing. Yes if he wants to go to college he will most likely have to take a standardized test to get in, if he goes back to public school he will have to take standardized tests and I get that. College is a long way off (it is too!) and well, public school who knows where that is.<br />
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I'm glad we are done for now. Now to spring break, what should we do with the lovely weather? Watch the wild fires that are sprouting up all over the state because we have had no rain or snow? Maybe.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-83390956062167784442012-03-23T09:28:00.000-06:002012-03-23T09:28:58.036-06:00The emotion of the season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjqHEBNx658/T2yQGup2XhI/AAAAAAAAAck/HhLW3JPyN_w/s1600/6982529813_fbc52e101c_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjqHEBNx658/T2yQGup2XhI/AAAAAAAAAck/HhLW3JPyN_w/s320/6982529813_fbc52e101c_z.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>7 years at one time seemed like a very long time. Now it seems like I took a breath and between the inhalation and the exhalation 7 years has past. The photo is the bush I planted 7 years ago, to remember the life that never came to be. I bought this bush because it blooms in March and gives berries in October, March when I had the miscarriage and October when the baby would have been born. Then the silly thing never bloomed, for 7 long years. Then this spring there are blooms. They are small and unassuming. Little balls of pink.<br />
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I try not to live in the past, it is easy for thoughts to slip back and relive experiences, or try to 'fix' them to the way I want them to have happened, and I really to work on not letting that become what I do. That said this spring has been harder, while I no longer look at 6 and 7 year olds and feel pain, I am feeling this longing that will not be filled. We are done having children, I will be 45 in 2 months, and I really don't want to have another 3 year old in my house. (Let's ignore the fact that I have heard many accounts of how teenagers are very much like 3 year olds only able to drive) But none of that is a salve to my heart that is still a little fractured from that loss.<br />
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Maybe in another 7 years, you know when I'm dealing with a 16 year old boy, this anniversary won't hurt at all. It doesn't hurt that much now I'm more bruised than fractured, 6 years ago was a very different story.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-62722234642182202522012-03-16T09:49:00.000-06:002012-03-16T09:49:30.059-06:00Decisions and thingsWe have reached the part of the year where we have started to slump. This is when I'm starting the searches on the web to take us somewhere, anywhere but here. (aka Disney)<br />
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</div><div style="text-indent: 17px;">This is also when the summer camp listings come out in the local paper. There I found, thanks in large part to my Mom(Hi Mom!), a listing for a camp for dyslexic kids. It is 5 weeks long, it is intense. They work half a day on reading using <span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Orton-Gillingham methods. They have hour long individual </span>tutoring<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">. Then in the afternoons they ride horses, learn about edible & medicinal plants in the mountains, mountain bike, do technical climbing. You know fun camp stuff. </span></span></div><div style="text-indent: 17px;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-indent: 17px;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">The thing is this camp is the price of 2 vacations, maybe 3, but I can see him getting so much from it. The kind of intense work they would be doing would have him progressing so quickly. The interaction with other kids who have dyslexia would be empowering. To see he isn't the only one. The freedom from the fear of being asked to read the instructions for something, or to figure something out that is presented in written form only would be a breath of fresh air. </span></span></div><div style="text-indent: 17px;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-indent: 17px;"><span style="background-color: white; text-indent: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Now that he is in 3rd grade and doing things with 3rd-5th graders they expect them to be able to read. I get that. I get that it is age appropriate but damn it hurts to see the look of panic that crosses his face when he is in a group setting and he is told he has to read the instructions to complete a task. He will advocate for himself in all situations now and explain that he can't read many things because of his dyslexia but the other night I saw the panic on his face as he looked over at me and it ripped my heart. I went to sit next to him in case he needed me to read anything. He didn't, the instructions were mostly pictures and a few words, but he was able to read them with no problem and did not need the help of Mom, thank you very much. That shows while he will panic and feel the anxiety that comes with the words "You will need to read this" he is able to take care of things and find a way to be in the situation. </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 17px;">When I first looked at the cost of camp and the application process I was shocked that they wanted a $100 application processing fee. That the cost was so very high. What the hell do they think they are offering? Then I thought about what the hell they are offering. They are offering a private school with certified instructors 5 days a week for 4 hours a day, plus recreational activities like horseback riding and technical climbing that are not inexpensive to provide. They are offering the chance to learn to read in 5 weeks of crazy, intense tutoring. They are processing applications like they are accepting students into a school program and so need to see if the applicant will fit with the program.<br />
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So I get the cost, I do. I know the afternoon stuff would be fun, I also know the morning stuff would be hard, and he would consider it torturous. I just don't know, is it worth it? I know by the end of 2 years he will be reading at or above grade level just doing what we're doing. Is it worth it to send him to the very expensive camp when he doesn't have to show progress next fall to a new teacher? If we were going to put him in a public or private school next year I could see spending the money so he would be on grade level starting in the fall, but he doesn't, and next year isn't a testing year for homeschooling purposes so I don't see that as a reason to do it.<br />
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I thought writing this all out would help me make a decision. It didn't it brought up more questions and made me question why we are thinking about it in the first place. Hmmmm. More to think about.<br />
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I am thankful for my friends. I don't have many IRL and I like it that way. I occasionally wish I had friends that lived here in my neighborhood so I could hang out with them, but I'm such an odd duck (every time I scan those two words I read "dork", still works) the times I've tried to make friends near me I've messed it up so I stick with my old friends and happily they stick with me.<br />
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My Dad is retiring after nearly 50 years in the printing industry and as part of getting ready for the party we are going to throw him we have been going through family pictures, I found the pictures of my 16th birthday party. We are all in the basement and my BFF is in them. We had met the first day of 10th grade, and by that afternoon were forced to sit on opposite sides of the Ancient History classroom for being disruptive. Most people at the school thought we had know each other forever, and I admit it felt like we did. Now 29.5 years later it still does, the difference now is we have know each other forever and not just since 1st period.<br />
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Here is one of the pictures, that would be me in the purple top. I liked rainbows, a lot and what else can you see, a Unicorn.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-51040445971874651982012-01-25T08:48:00.000-07:002012-01-25T08:48:02.330-07:00Oh yeah, this is why I homeschool...Homeschool has its ups and downs, when it is down I question every moment, why I'm doing this, am I going to fail in a huge, huge way on this 'project', this project that happens to be a human, a human I love more than any other in the universe. Shouldn't I just trust the local school district to teach my child so I can have a life other than this one I'm living? (I get kind of pessimistic when we are having a bad day)<br />
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Most days are not that down, most days are just kind of chugging along we get through the lessons, we don't really have discussions but we do the work that has to be done and we move on.<br />
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Then we have the up days, the days were I am reminded, this, THIS right here is why we homeschool. A day where he hits the ground running and all I can do is try to keep up. Where everything he touches becomes new insights into the world. Where he can't get enough of the new information. Where learning is a fun game and can we just do a bit more. Where learning to read is understood to be the gateway to more information. Oh, those days make my heart soar. They fill my psyche with happiness and joy and allow me to face the down days with some resilience.<br />
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We had such a day recently. One where he woke up and was ready to take on the world, and he did. It started with him playing with the dog and me. Some freeish information came in on the Lunar New Year celebration (freeish as in it was from Panda Express and so it ended up costing me lunch at Panda) and he dove right in, found the DVD, watched it while I finished making breakfast and my coffee. We talked about it, we talked about the Chinese zodiac and what the meaning of the different animals was. We moved on to computer programming and worked on that for a bit. We went searching for fortune cookies at World Market (they didn't disappoint) We came home and worked on the reading and he is just getting so much more fluent in his reading, the halting and struggle over every single word is gone. The beating himself up over reading a word is, while not gone, diminished. He jumped into the new math program and we had discussions about why the designers of the program would choose certain settings for the lessons. We talked, we discussed, we learned. It was wonderful and chaotic and exhausting. What it wasn't was draining. While I was ready for bed I did not feel the overwhelming need to have a beer or mental downAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-74434460623760089202012-01-25T08:12:00.000-07:002012-01-25T08:12:05.086-07:00I'm back again...So how many blog posts are out in the world that say that same thing? How many have I personally put up?<br />
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What has happened in the month that I've been ignoring my blog? Let's see shall we?..<br />
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<ul><li>The holidays happened and were lovely (I got a new coffee maker and a new coffee mug) </li>
<li>We had a very quiet week between Christmas & New Year. DH took off much time from work then we all had to adjust to him leaving the house 5 days a week rather than the 3 it had been for most of December. </li>
<li>We went to <a href="http://www.mythbusterstour.com/">Behind the Myths</a> to watch Adam Savage & Jamie Hyneman explain science and why they do what they do. It was the best science class we've had yet. </li>
<li>The boy built his pinewood derby car for this years race</li>
<li>DH got the track ready for said race.</li>
<li>The boy & I have gotten back into the swing of the school thing. (He is starting to read on his own!)</li>
<li>We found a new math program that he loves and I think helps me get the ideas across better. We had kind of out grown Singapore math. So for now it is Elevated Math (it will get its own blog post soon)</li>
<li>I've drank lots of coffee, I ate lots of food, and decided to try to get in better shape (again).</li>
<li>I did not make any resolutions at the new year.</li>
</ul><div>So yeah, there you have it. Life happened and I didn't stop to blog about it. I did take some pictures and maybe I'll post some of them. </div><div><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-54074906732570033602011-12-15T13:10:00.000-07:002011-12-15T13:10:00.253-07:00Remember that medical thing from last summer?Yeah, I'm gonna talk about that so if you don't want to hear about female reproductive organs it is best to move on now.<br />
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Back at the end of July my doctor scraped the insides of my uterus and removed a 'lesion' (which, btw, just means something odd in shape, does not mean an open wound as I had always thought it meant) and it was all clear. The endometrial hyperplasia was gone and while she wanted to do another endometrial biopsy in 3 to 6 months we breath a bit easier and get the Merida IUD.<br />
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So I got an the IUD the first part of September and life has just gotten easier since. I'm no longer bleeding like I might die each 3 weeks, in fact the bleeding is effectively gone. Everything else is easier as well, PMS is much less intense, cramping doesn't exist really all in all good times.<br />
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My doctor sent me a reminder email last week that I need to come in and have the follow up test done. I figured if I just ignored it I wouldn't have to go back in. Apparently pre-cancerous conditions warrant careful followup. Sigh. I keep trying to act like it was/is nothing extraordinary but apparently it is and when I got the results from the test this week, they are normal with no hyperplasia or anything else out of the ordinary but we will need to do follow up in 6 months. What this means is that I'm not out of the woods. This has been scarier and more worrisome than I thought it would be when I got the first diagnosis in May. I'm coming to terms with it. I'm so happy that everything keeps coming back clear but the fact that I have to come back means it isn't really done yet. Sigh. So I'll put it out of my mind for the next 6 months try to forget about it until the doc sends me another reminder email.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-73352165102169042382011-11-22T07:42:00.000-07:002011-11-22T07:42:33.688-07:00So much time so little posting....So September took it all out of me, and October ended up being a try to get control of the house and school time and some how I'm now nearly to Thanksgiving and it has been 2 months since I posted anything. I have a couple of posts in my head that I want to get out so I finally decided to just work on one at a time and get them out of me.<br />
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My child turned 9 a few weeks ago. My boy child, my heart that walks around the world, that happened 9 years ago. He decided to have a LEGO party and you would have thought that a party had never been planned before and the world was going to end if everything wasn't just perfect, and this time it wasn't me projecting the doom and gloom. It is interesting to see my child have the same anxieties that I have. I don't get worked up about parties anymore so I don't think he has ever seen me act like that you would have thought I did it every time we think of having a party. It was fun to plan it with him this time, he had definite ideas about what they should play and do.<br />
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The cake he wanted was not the cake he got, he wanted a LEGO minifig to be standing 1 foot tall. We tried to make it happen and ended up with a collapsed cake and a drowned Mac Book. It was not a happy night. What we ended up with was this...<br />
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We used the bag that we got from the LEGO store and the minifig is rice krispie treats and <a href="http://seddy5.typepad.com/blog/2010/05/how-to-make-marshmallow-fondant.html">marshmallow fondant</a>. The fondant was easy but getting red and not pink was hard, this ended up being more of an orange color than red but the boy liked it and we were all happy.<br />
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The party ended up being fun, it had snowed a couple of days before hand but most of the snow was gone and they played out front for awhile then we did a pin the head on the minifig game and I had them build something with bricks that they could bring home. It was fun and the birthday boy had such a wonderful time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-34444254386471220402011-10-14T08:53:00.000-06:002011-10-14T08:53:15.555-06:002 weeks school done and How we give back.I did my lesson plans, sometimes the morning of classes but I did them. I put them into the computer made them assignments and guess what happened? Things went smoother. I am so very glad I did because we started a new level of the Barton Reading and Spelling program and new levels are always a challenge. New things get added and The Boy does not like change.<br />
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Something I love about my boy is that although he is change adverse his self talk is that he loves to try new things. I work hard to accept the self talk and encourage the actual behavior. I know what it's like to want to try new things and be too anxious to actually try them. It isn't fun for anyone at that point.<br />
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So reading was a challenge and he has taken 3 hours plus likely another 15 minutes on Monday to finish one lesson, I know it will get better once he is used to the procedures and we have done them for awhile he will settle in and do well. I really like that there isn't a lot of repetition in this, or maybe that the repetition is hidden well enough that he doesn't see it as such. She also works on introducing small enough bites that he can be successful with it about 95% of the time.<br />
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Now to the fun thing we did, the really fun thing. We have been members of the Denver Museum of Nature and Science since 1988 when DH gave me a membership as my Christmas present the first year we dated (I knew we were meant to be together forever). Over the years we have increased our membership level when we can and it is one of the 'untouchable' expenses in our budget. It is a place I have taken The Boy since he was born, a place that is as comfortable to him as home. Last night the museum had a behind the scenes event for curator level members. They offered a Halloween themed buffet, and we got to see behind the scenes of Expedition Health where they do testing on the genetics of taste. I found out anytime the lab is open you can go back and participate in their testing, they are looking at if you can taste bitter flavors. Here go to their <a href="http://www.dmns.org/science/museum-scientists/nicole-garneau/the-molecular-cell">website and Dr. Nicole</a> can explain it much better. It was so cool and I didn't think to ask if I could take pictures there, we were able to touch a goat brain, and a cow eye. Observe some differences between a goat brain and the pictures of brains we have looked at for my sister's surgery.<br />
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Then we went to the big bone room which is some of the old halls of life that are now filled with shelves housing all of their bones. Including some from the Snowmastodon dig they are doing in Snowmass where they have found over 4500 fossils. Here go to that <a href="http://www.dmns.org/science/the-snowmastodon-project">site as </a>well. They also had a T-Rex leg bone and a Triceratops leg bone out to look at and the scientist brought out a T-rex tooth and let us touch the serrations on it. This was the actual fossil not a cast of it that they usually have out for the public to touch. Again no pictures because I didn't think to ask and well really I was loving seeing all of this stuff. If The Boy had been a bit older when they found the Snowmass site I would totally have volunteered us to go to the dig. We talked to one of the women who was on the dig and her eyes just lit up when she talked about what they were discovering, and finding a mastadon femur and carrying it over your shoulder to the examination area. There was plenty of talk about how we can become involved as volunteers and citizen scientists at the museum.<br />
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Then we went to the zoology department. The museum has 1.5 million specimens and about 1 million of those belong to the zoology department. They have the largest dung beetle collection in the US. I finally remembered to ask if I can take photos when I saw something that reminded me of <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/10/thats-why-im-not-allowed-to-be-here-unsupervised/">the Bloggess</a> and HAD too get a picture of it.<br />
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</tbody></table>It made me laugh so much and also I now have some pictures of the last of our night and I will let the pictures tell that story, you know so you don't have to hear another 3,000 words from me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scorpions in jars, there are 2 Rowland heads looking intently at them. <br />
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</tbody></table>I did not get a picture of the next area, it was the room where they prep the specimens and clean the bones with flesh eating beetles and was warned that it stinks. As soon as the curator said "flesh eating beetle" The Boy lunged forward and said "Where!" So he and his father went into the room and saw the beetles crawling all over the bones. Of course his father had done some volunteer work back in the 80's cleaning specimens and getting them ready for the flesh eating beetles so had already seen this. <div><br />
</div><div>As we left I made sure to let the woman who organized it know that we had a wonderful time and she said they plan to do something like this every year opening different back rooms to viewing. I said that if it could be the gem & mineral area next year I would be ever so grateful. She at least acted like she would remember it. Heh. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I love our museum and I will always support it but it was really nice to get to enjoy more of it last night. I know this was a value added experience to try to get new members at the curator's level and to encourage them to stay at that level. I know the economy is hard right now and it is a tough time to be in a sector that depends on the good graces of the public to support it. I am glad that my husband 23 years ago started us down a path that shows our son now that giving to support the community is just something we do. We support our local public radio station, we support our local science museum and our local zoo, we support efforts to help people in other areas that are in need through Doctor's without Borders. We don't belong to a church, we don't give in that way, but we do have a tradition of giving and helping others. I hadn't thought about it but we really are teaching our boy that we help where and how we can.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The boy is saving some of his money to give to The Cat Care Society, and I'll probably encourage him to give it soon during their fall pledge drive. Also this week we were listening to CPR and they are doing their fall pledge drive and on this morning if they could get 1,000 pledges they would receive $10,000. They boy was encouraging me to call in to help. I would have too, with a pledge of $25 or so just to help if they needed it. He was so happy to hear they made their goal and would get the extra money. I'm glad it has become just something we do.</div><div><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-32382328927912257052011-10-02T20:36:00.000-06:002011-10-02T20:36:45.896-06:00September is done, the celebration may beginYou know September has always been a kind of low time of year for me. I've often blamed it on a choice I made in September 24 years ago. Then this year I saw this <a href="http://dooce.com/2011/09/29/autumnal-equinox">post by Dooce</a>, and I know have something else to blame. The sun.<br />
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Now this September felt like a random gathering of bits and pieces that made something close to a crazy quilt on top of just the normal seasonal, personal baggage things I have dealt with. That and it ended with such a cluster of good and bad that I'm beginning to wonder if September doesn't just need to take its bipolar meds.<br />
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The last week went something like this....<br />
Sunday bad thing happens to cat, great family time.<br />
Monday Cat needs surgery, DH's car explodes, School goes great, I get house cleaned and dinner made. Overall crazy day.<br />
Tuesday DH has my car, boy finished boat, cub scouts Overall good day.<br />
Weds Boy wakes at 4AM puking all over the carpet, then toilet overflows, then boy gets the other end of stomach problems, DH gets toilet cleared, boy sleeps in bathroom, take cat for surgery, I do a million loads of laundry. DH gets cat from vet(he is doing well) We pick up DH's car late Overall crazy day.<br />
Thursday We finish Barton level 2, Boy wants to go to library to get "something to read", I get sushi & cookies for lunch, boy & I eat them and nothing else for the day. I get library books returned, sold books shipped out and dinner made. Dog pukes her dinner. Overall good day<br />
Friday Boy puked all night long, doesn't want to go to library, doesn't want to sell popcorn, isn't feeling well, dog pukes everything she eats or drinks and starts to get dehydrated, Overall I am D.O.N.E. day.<br />
Saturday, quiet, we hang around the house, cook food, relax, go to dinner with my folks and sister & bil, celebrate The Boy's accomplishments Celebrate the first day of October.<br />
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Somewhere towards the beginning of the week, as in Monday, I bought a 6 pack of beer for me and a 6 pack of hard cider for DH, we have each drank 3 of them. Everyone who knows us understands that this is not typical it was necessary.<br />
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I'm refusing to talk about what happened today because I makes me think October may be off its meds too and I just can't cope with that knowledge quite yet, but here is a picture from the day.<br />
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So the second thing is this: I love watching him figure out how to be his own person and stand on his own. In the middle of the night when he was sick he tried (and I wish he hadn't because I would have pulled out the trash can instead of having the clean the carpets but I digress). Last night at scouts we saw it also. 2 years ago, heck even 1 year, he would come up and need us to be with him, last night he played with his friends and raced his boat and only needed us to hold it after his race.<br />
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Third thing I want to remember is the way he uses language. I worry so much about his reading ability I lose sight of his verbal skills. He has an amazing vocabulary and really, really is starting to understand how to use it to effect. Last night after scouts I said I was wanting something sweet for a snack. I asked if anyone else wanted something and The Boy said "I think you should tell us what you want and I believe I will concur with you."<br />
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All this said today he is laying on the couch under his Nemo blanket he has had since preschool speaking in mono syllables and trying hard not to throw up again.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm gonna miss that blanket when he takes it to college with him. </div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-47398986745528694812011-09-25T16:35:00.000-06:002011-09-25T16:35:58.448-06:00How Homeschool Friendly is your town?I have become used to the fact that The Boy and I will wander around Brighton and have not a single person bat an eye at us. He is obviously school age and when people ask him if he is enjoying school and his response of I'm homeschooled, is greeted with them again asking if he is enjoying school. Not a batted eye, no looking to me to see if I've suddenly grown a 2nd head, just acceptance and moving on to other conversations we were already having.<div><br />
</div><div>This last week we were confronted with 2 different, but both surprised points of view. Neither of these were here in our town. The first was Friday when we were packing my sister up at the hospital so she could go home (Oh, Hey, my sister came home from the hospital again, hopefully for the last time in a very long time) A volunteer came by the room to give everyone a free cup of coffee if they wanted one. (You know I ALWAYS accept free coffee) She sees The Boy in the room and says to him "Why aren't you in school!" He said, "I'm homeschooled" as he always does. She then looked at me as though I had grown not just 1 extra head but maybe 2, or maybe I had grown horns or was a meth addict too lazy to take my child to school, but strong enough to take him to the hospital where I might be able to steal some drugs from my poor defenseless sister. (I might be exaggerating a bit, just a bit, I don't think she felt I had horns) </div><div><br />
</div><div>The second was at a friend's birthday party, I was talking to another parent and he asked where The Boy goes to school. When I replied we homeschool his response was "Wow, you must be really patient" Ummm, no I'm really not. I am so far from patient it isn't even funny. I will say I am learning to be patient but I did not have it coming in to this. I wonder about parents who say things like that. Do they say it to explain to themselves why they could never homeschool? I have to admit I don't feel like a real homeschooler. I love my boy I love teaching him but damn I wish I could have some down time. For some reason I have my own misconceptions about this. I think that all other homeschool parents love being with their children all the time, and never have a moment of wishing for something else. In my rational mind I know that isn't true and I know that I can't be the only homeschool mom who is at times driven crazy by the all encompassingness of it all. </div><div><br />
</div><div>All that to say, I'm lucky with the town we live in. I don't always appreciate it, I often wish I lived somewhere nearer to my family, closer to the city, just somewhere else. This town, though, is very understanding of homeschooling, it takes leaving the comfort of it to understand better the balm that acceptance is. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-57561755744773744702011-09-17T10:39:00.000-06:002011-09-17T10:39:41.833-06:00Two weeks of schoolI started school in a good place, a bit intimidated by the things I was going to teach this year, but ready for it. I had planned 2 weeks out, and the first 2 weeks went by really smoothly. Then we had my sister's surgery and all the appts to get ready for that so the 3rd week of school was actually not much in the way of school. The following week (the week we just finished) went something like this:<br />
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I didn't have my lesson plans done so while I definitely know what I'm doing with our reading system and math always just seems to fall out I didn't have things planned for History or Science and so those things fell to the way side, as they always seem to. Sigh. I need to find time this weekend to prep for Barton, and plan 2 weeks out with science and history again. It goes so much more smoothly when I do.<br />
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The Boy is still HATING the Barton system but I have begun to use bribes and they are working. If he will do the hour of tutoring without arguing and complaining then he will get a small reward. I don't even remember what it was last week but it worked and we got through a lesson without my having to stop the timer or screaming at him. The funny/not so funny thing was when we were talking about this he pantomimed our normal exchange exactly. From his complaining about not wanting to do something to my fists clenched explanation of why he must.do.this.thing. Heh.<br />
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All that said he read something out loud to me, voluntarily, with no tears over words he couldn't read, just asked me to fill them in. It was wonderful and made up for the horrible feeling I felt in the grocery store where I saw a book on George Washington that was obviously for his age level and the reading level was 3.2 and while he SHOULD be able to read that he is no where near able to read at that level. He will get there it will be fine. Someday I'll look back on this and laugh at my worries. Right? Right? Please tell me I'm right.<br />
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In news of my sister she is feeling better in some ways but is on her way back to the hospital because she is leaking spinal fluid. Please keep her in your thoughts as they work on getting her better.<br />
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Thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-57019513718667123502011-09-02T10:51:00.000-06:002011-09-02T10:51:11.571-06:00The advantage of HomeschoolThis week, oh my, this week. We have done nothing that is part of our curriculum. Learning has happened but it has been an education of brain anatomy, surgery procedures, hospital procedures,improvised games, and empathy.<br />
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One week ago my sister was given Thursday Sept 1st as an appt for brain surgery. Monday we took her to an appt with her General Practitioner and The Boy learned about the anatomy of the stomach and what a stomach with an ulcer looked like, not because his Auntie has anything like this but because they had models of this in the room.<br />
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Tuesday he learned what the Arachnoid Mater looks like at the neurosurgeon's office. He learned where the brain stem is, what some of the side effects of surgery were. Why it was better to have the surgery than not. What the expected benefits of the surgery would be. Why you want a surgeon who doesn't choose surgery as the first option. He also learned the first bit of the hospital, where the cafeteria is, where the bathrooms are, that it is easy to forget your dog when you have so much else on your mind. (Oh wait that was my lesson not his)<br />
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On Wednesday he learned that sometimes you have to let plans go when others can't keep up. That a headache can't always be made to go away with Mama's hug (although she will try)<br />
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On Thursday he learned that you can wait for long hours for information when you love someone and they are in surgery. He learned that it helps to have family around you while you wait and to have family greet you when you get out of surgery.<br />
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On Friday he is learning that it is better to have to wait to see a nurse in ICU because you are doing so well rather than have the nurses hovering. He is learning that ICU is not a place with a lot of joy but there is hope and again having family and friends around helps to ease the pain.<br />
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If he had been in a public school he would not have seen this, I would not have been able to just be here for my sister, my brother in law, and my parents. It has been crazy and worrying and busy, but it has also been wonderful to have family together and seeing that my sister is less than 24 hours out of surgery and already her symptoms that have ruled her life for the last 16 years are gone. Modern medicine is an amazing and wonderful thing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764319394920779007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649183540912899721.post-63872859053859599622011-08-26T21:12:00.000-06:002011-08-26T21:12:07.454-06:00Week 2 down...Yeah, the joy of the first week was gone. The acceptance of the Barton system was GONE. There were tears and melt downs, and no they weren't mine.(pththtth) At one point The Boy cried that he just wanted to be NORMAL and be able to read without the 'stupid' Barton system. Sigh. I wish I could find the magic wand that would make it all easier.<br />
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We finished up the papyrus this week and I'll post pictures of it next week. I think he has figured out what he wants to write on it. The names of each of us and our last name in hieroglyphs. That should be really fun.<br />
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We finished up Level one of Barton in 2 weeks (4 lessons), and now I have to study up to start Level 2. We'll start up next Monday and it may be just about the only lessons we do next week. We have a lot of things coming up next week and I'm think school is going to be pretty light. I want to get something knit for my sister in that time also.<br />
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I guess that means next week there will be actual knitting content on my knitting blog. Who would have thought.<br />
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