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slipjig3This is my last day of vacation. I do not want it to be the last day of my vacation. Bleagh, I say, and bleagh again. If it weren't for the fact that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela's back in the vicinity of a telephone again, I'd be downright despondent.
This weekend I got to engage in one of those parental activities that are nigh well unavoidable, i.e. Helping the Child with a Nightmare Class Project. Truth be told, it was a pretty nifty project: Abbey had to choose a book, and create a mobile that represents the book's characters, setting, plot, conflict and resolution. She was good enough to choose Percival the Plain Little Caterpillar as her tome of choice, which made addressing the main literary points fairly straighforward (character = a plain little caterpillar; conflict = he's just a plain little caterpillar; resolution = he becomes a colorful butterfly; plot = a plain little caterpillar turns into a colorful butterfly; etc.). I was brave, and fought back my paternal overachievement instinct ("We can Photoshop the pictures! And use glossy photo paper! And we can base the bar-and-string work on Alexander Calder! Ooo, let me get my straightedge..."), so aside from some help with spelling and the final hanging she did nearly all the work, and quite well at that. Go,us her!
It must be that time of year again, because both of the yard apes have been acting up lately, which is why I had the dubious pleasure of being called in for back-to-back conferences with both Abbey's teachers and Nik's day care providers, to discuss "behavior issues." What fun. Nothing really to report on either count (all's well in the grand scheme of things), except that a) I learned that Nik's refusal to be potty trained applies only to his time in this house, and b) on my way from Abbey's classroom, I heard Ashley MacIsaac's "Sleepy Maggie" being piped over the intercom, proving that she goes to the coolest elementary school on this mortal coil. Yes, I know it's just for St. Patty's Day, but at least they had some panache (it ranks up there with hearing De Danaan's "I'm Leaving Tipperary" in the Glens Falls Price Chopper).
On an unrelated note, I was productive on one count today: I bought two pairs of pants. Someone alert the media. (Of course, considering that all my other jeans are shredding out in the crotch, I had little choice.
rafaela's back in the vicinity of a telephone again, I'd be downright despondent.This weekend I got to engage in one of those parental activities that are nigh well unavoidable, i.e. Helping the Child with a Nightmare Class Project. Truth be told, it was a pretty nifty project: Abbey had to choose a book, and create a mobile that represents the book's characters, setting, plot, conflict and resolution. She was good enough to choose Percival the Plain Little Caterpillar as her tome of choice, which made addressing the main literary points fairly straighforward (character = a plain little caterpillar; conflict = he's just a plain little caterpillar; resolution = he becomes a colorful butterfly; plot = a plain little caterpillar turns into a colorful butterfly; etc.). I was brave, and fought back my paternal overachievement instinct ("We can Photoshop the pictures! And use glossy photo paper! And we can base the bar-and-string work on Alexander Calder! Ooo, let me get my straightedge..."), so aside from some help with spelling and the final hanging she did nearly all the work, and quite well at that. Go,
It must be that time of year again, because both of the yard apes have been acting up lately, which is why I had the dubious pleasure of being called in for back-to-back conferences with both Abbey's teachers and Nik's day care providers, to discuss "behavior issues." What fun. Nothing really to report on either count (all's well in the grand scheme of things), except that a) I learned that Nik's refusal to be potty trained applies only to his time in this house, and b) on my way from Abbey's classroom, I heard Ashley MacIsaac's "Sleepy Maggie" being piped over the intercom, proving that she goes to the coolest elementary school on this mortal coil. Yes, I know it's just for St. Patty's Day, but at least they had some panache (it ranks up there with hearing De Danaan's "I'm Leaving Tipperary" in the Glens Falls Price Chopper).
On an unrelated note, I was productive on one count today: I bought two pairs of pants. Someone alert the media. (Of course, considering that all my other jeans are shredding out in the crotch, I had little choice.
