Sunday Well Spent

Just woke up

With drool on my cheek

And realized

We took a three hour nap.

Sunday well spent.

The Alien Moves…

 

Another throwback to about a year ago when I was pregnant with my daughter.

I was sitting on the couch and Troy (my son) was talking about random things.  I noticed that every time he said something, the baby in my tummy moved.  Sometimes it was a punch, other times it was a roll.  But, every time he spoke, she moved.

“Troy come over here,”  I said.

“Why?”  he asked, but headed over anyway.

“Just come here and sit down.”

He dropped onto the couch next to me.

“Now say something,”  I demanded.

“Why?”

“Just look at my tummy and say something.”

He looked at my tummy, “Why?  What do you want me to….AHHHH what the…”

He saw Lorelai move – one of her huge kicks.  It’s like an alien pushing from inside, trying to get out.

“WHAT THE HECK!  OH MY GOD!”

He continued screaming, “Oh, my God!  Oh, my God!”

I couldn’t help but crack up.  I guess he just wasn’t ready for it….

Slice of Life – Day 1 of Year 6

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“Slice of Life…It’s not happening now is it?  Does it start tomorrow?”  My son asked after seeing one of the many open tabs on my computer.

“No, Friday,”  I respond.

“Ugghhh…please don’t stalk me this time.”

To be clear, I don’t stalk him.  However, each March for the last five years I have been known to stop mid-conversation and start jotting down what he is saying in order to write it in a slice later on.  He’s thirteen now.  He hates it.

Light!

I opened the door into the house, closing the garage door as I passed. Then, I flipped the light switch and the light turned on. I carried my purse upstairs and set it on the chair.

Once I finished what I needed to in the kitchen, I grabbed the vacuum and carried it upstairs, flipping two lights switches and bright light following.

Now this whole experience was very exciting. Why you ask? Well, my ceilings, especially along the stairs, are very tall. I am very short. So, when a light bulb goes out, the light stays off. But now I have a tall fiancé and so…Let there be light! 💡

Pancakes

I pulled the bag of pancakes out of my purse. “Don’t need to bring those in with me.” (Why are the pancakes in my purse to begin with? That’s a whole different story so you’ll just have to keep wondering about that one.)

“Well, you could throw them at people.”

“What?”

“The New Day [from WWE] throw pancakes at people during their entrance,” he says matter of factly.

“Really?” I looked at him suspiciously. “Are you messing with me?” He doesn’t lie often, but when he does it’s impossible to know…

“No,” he said with a laugh. “Ask Brady, if you don’t believe me.”

I eyed him suspiciously, still unsure if he was telling me the truth. Later I did end up asking Brady (his three year old cousin) and this was confirmed. There is a group/team of wrestlers that throw pancakes at people during their entrance. You can see a video here.

So this got me thinking, what if teachers had entrance routines before each school day? To get the kids excited for the day’s learning. What would your song be? What would be your thing? Would you throw pancakes? 🥞

Which texts have influenced you?

Textual Lineage Charts.  Ever heard of them?  I hadn’t until teaching the Fantasy Book Clubs unit of the 5th grade LC Reading Units.  (Session 7)  Your Textual Lineage includes the books that you have read that have influenced you.

I loved this idea and I needed more information than was in the curriculum.  The most helpful resource I found was from Teaching Tolerance.  So, I provided several of the prompts from the graphic organizer from Teaching Tolerance to my fifth graders.

I got mixed results…

From the very goofy, ready for summer responses…

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To the thoughtful responses I had hoped for…

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I’ve been thinking about my textual lineage ever since I first read about the concept and this is what I have come up with…

Top 10 Must-SeeTravel Destinations

Falling Up by Shel Silverstein

This was not the first or favorite book of my childhood.  There were so many.  But this is the one I read over and over.  The one that I talked to other people about and that led me to Shel Silverstein’s other masterpieces.  Even though part of my love of books has always been the solitude, there is still enjoyment to be found in sharing them.  This is the text that solidified that books are fun.

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

I’m not sure exactly when I first read this book, but I think it was sometime in middle school?  And then again in college.  I love this book and it helped me realize that there is no such thing as a “boy book” or a “girl book.”  And if we put these labels on our favorites, a whole group of young people will never read a book that may change their views of reading and life in general.

Furiously Happy:  A Funny Book About Horrible Things by Jenny Lawson

This is one I just read last year and posted about here.  It helped me see that I am not alone and there is nothing wrong with me.   Self-acceptance is a long road, one that I am still traveling down.  However, the message I found in this book sure helped with the journey.

Which texts have influenced you?