C is on a spelling kick, and now only talks by spelling every word.
In related news, I have discovered that my attention span is about as long as...what were we talking about?
Monday, June 26, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
When School Ends
Today was the first day that J and C didn't have their co-op classes. J had a lot of other work to do, but C had nothing in particular.
She spent about an hour and a half making pretend meals using construction paper, scissors, and glue. After she cleaned up her mess, she decided to write a story. She used the word processor on my iPad, and took nearly two hours to write it. Then she helped straighten the living room in case J's friend was able to come over (turned out that he couldn't, though).
In many ways, she's much harder to parent than either of her siblings were at her age (7 1/2). But neither of them would have had the drive to start such extended projects and see them through to completion.
Oh - and we had nachos for dinner. She doesn't care for them, so I warmed up some leftover meatballs. Feeling grateful, she decided to give me a compliment. "Momma, you're kind of pretty! And I hardly notice those grey hairs - or the other old-people things about you - I hardly notice them at all!"
All in all, it was a good day.
*******
Her story:
Here is her story:
My dog [fiction story]
It was a sunny morning at 8:00. Everything seemed right. But there was one problem.
My dog was wailing, I am hungry!!! It was his feeding time. He was frustrated since his food was taking a very long time. But I was doing my chores . Then I decided to have a spot of tea and play a game with my brother. After a while I realized I should go and check on my dog. When I reached his doghouse, he was wailing , arooww! When I looked in his food and water dish I knew I should have fed him at 8:00.
So I say very softly , don't worry boy. But as soon as I get in I forget. Then I remember. I quickly sprint outside, grab his food and water dish, fill them up with puppy chow, and bring them outside.
When I get outside, my dog licks my face. Then he eats his puppy chow right down.
The end.
She spent about an hour and a half making pretend meals using construction paper, scissors, and glue. After she cleaned up her mess, she decided to write a story. She used the word processor on my iPad, and took nearly two hours to write it. Then she helped straighten the living room in case J's friend was able to come over (turned out that he couldn't, though).
In many ways, she's much harder to parent than either of her siblings were at her age (7 1/2). But neither of them would have had the drive to start such extended projects and see them through to completion.
Oh - and we had nachos for dinner. She doesn't care for them, so I warmed up some leftover meatballs. Feeling grateful, she decided to give me a compliment. "Momma, you're kind of pretty! And I hardly notice those grey hairs - or the other old-people things about you - I hardly notice them at all!"
All in all, it was a good day.
*******
Her story:
Here is her story:
My dog [fiction story]
It was a sunny morning at 8:00. Everything seemed right. But there was one problem.
My dog was wailing, I am hungry!!! It was his feeding time. He was frustrated since his food was taking a very long time. But I was doing my chores . Then I decided to have a spot of tea and play a game with my brother. After a while I realized I should go and check on my dog. When I reached his doghouse, he was wailing , arooww! When I looked in his food and water dish I knew I should have fed him at 8:00.
So I say very softly , don't worry boy. But as soon as I get in I forget. Then I remember. I quickly sprint outside, grab his food and water dish, fill them up with puppy chow, and bring them outside.
When I get outside, my dog licks my face. Then he eats his puppy chow right down.
The end.
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