Oh my gosh! It's the dance of the Sugarplum Fairies!

Mykie and I had our annual trip to the Nutcracker on December 8th. It amazes me that she is so enthralled with the performace year after year. I remember the first year that I took her. She was 5 years old and it was our first Christmas in the tri-cities. I really wanted to go to the Nutcracker, but Mike wouldn't go with me. He'd already gone in Utah and told me that seeing a man wearing tights jumping up and down on the stage once was quite enough for him. See what happens when you try to get Mike involved in a little culture? I wonder if he'd only see the performance once if it was football players in tights on the stage? Aren't they already in some pretty funny looking pants or should we call them capris on the field? I guess it's all in the perception.

Anyway, Mykie and I always go out to lunch or dinner first and then we are off to lose ourselves in the beautiful dancing on stage and the music filling our minds. Then we get to listen to the CD afterwards and get lost in our own imagination. It is truly wonderful! I love the Nutcracker with my girl!

How do you spell relief?

Well, I finally have a few minutes to update my blog. Over the past few days I have enjoyed reading some of yours, but haven't had an extra minute to type anything of my own creation. Thanks for urging me on with your writings.

I am finally not as sick as I was. I really had a tough time of it for about 10 days. Two Wednesdays ago I was really down and out. I felt quite yucky on Thursday and to describe my condition - I now know what a stuffed animal feels like all the time. It made me want to grab a knife, head in to Mykie's room and do some seam ripping to aliviate what has to be a very uncomfortable life in her collection of stuffed animals. But I was way too sick to even have the energy to roll out of bed to retrieve a knife. I probably would have been so disoriented having blood rush to my already stuffed head, I wouldn't have known which direction Mykie's room would have been. It probably wouldn't have been a good day for any of us, so I just stayed in my room and tried to breathe through my occational one clear nostril. Sad stuff. My fellow employees and boss lady, Vicky were so nice telling me to stay home and that they didn't want my kind around there. By my craft show on Fri and Sat I was feeling much better, but very weak. On Tuesday this week, Vicky sent me home from work because I couldn't really help anyone workout if I was leaning on the machines my whole shift. I really feel much, much better now.

Poor Brigam and Mykie got sick Wednesday and Thursday. When Brigam woke up on Wednesday and I asked him how he felt, he told me he felt like Jello. I could totally understand the use of a noun as an adjective in that situation. Leave it to Briggy to give me a laugh about almost anything and any situation.

The vinyl machine is almost put to sleep for the year. Monday the 10th will be the last day I take orders for Christmas. I am sure that so many people don't understand how long it takes to "pick" vinyl after it is cut. It is time consuming and bends my back. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy it (can't you tell I LOVE words?), but a bunch at once makes me only have one focus - VINYL. That's ok if you aren't the mother of 4, wife of 1 (sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I had my very own wife, hummmmm), worker of TCCC and maid of the palace, etc. But I am and it is Christmas so I am looking forward to it all.

Well I am off to deliver the remaining orders of vinyl. Enjoy your day!

Yea! For snow!

I am so glad that it snowed! I can't believe that Yakima had 7 inches! At least now I have a little reminder of Utah. I know that the coming days will just be cold and bleak with no promise of beautiful white stuff falling, but yesterday I had beautiful white stuff all over the ground.

The kids got home from school, but were apparently too cold to play in it. I just have to tell you that I was such a good mom having hot cocoa ready for sipping as soon as they walked in. Maybe I was trying to make up for the mean sick mom visit that they had had. (By the way, I am feeling MUCH more human today.) They came out later when the sun was asleep - CRAZY KIDS! They built this great snowman.

Brigam was out there too, but didn't stay until the work was done. As always, Jeremy was happy to be the photographer for the whole event.

On Being Sick

Well, I have finally decided to admit that I am sick. I don't just have a little tickle in my throat or a runny nose. I am really sick. My ears are plugged. I can hear me, but when I talk it seems as if no one else can. They all say, "Huh?" which only aggravates me even more and turns me into scary mom. I usually only become scary mom when it is past about 8:00 pm or so and I am done being mom for the day. That's when "mom" becomes a "3-letter word" that is punishable with soap in the month. Being sick makes me "that mom" a lot earlier than 8:00 pm.

Anyhow, I am sick. My throat is the new home for an army of frogs (yes, a group of frogs is called an army, but I have been warned to leery of an army of frogs carrying guns or knifes). My head feels like what a stuffed animal head must feel like on a daily basis. My nose feels like I am smelling some really strong ammonia and it hurts.

Anyhow, even though scary mom has ruled the roost, Jeremy is the one that takes care of me the best. He was so sweet making me his famous Hot Cocoa from his secret recipe.

He is so sweet to me when I am hurt or sick. Apparently I am a little emotional as well as this is tearing my up at his thoughtfulness. Especially considering that a couple of weeks ago he came in to my room at 2:30 am to tell me that he threw up. The kind mother that is in my bed at such an early hour told him, "Go ahead and get some of the extra blankets and sleep on the couch. If you don't feel well in the morning you don't have to go to school." Is that the most thoughtful mom in the while wide world?

Anyhow, I also have a super boss who called me this morning and told me that I wouldn't be needed at work today. I was suppose to stay home and get better. People are so nice to me, even when I am a sick chick.

Anyhow, I'd better get better real quick because tomorrow and Saturday I am doing my one and only Christmas Bazaar at Badger Mtn. Elementary. I have made a ton of stuff this year including gift certificates for Just Say It! vinyl. Sick or not, I am going and smiling the whole time through! I love the bazaar. It is so fun to hear (most of) the comments about my stuff. It makes me feel good and we all need a little bit of that, scary mom or not!

Parent/Teacher Conferences

Now we're at the end of another one of those times in life that parents either look forward to with joy or loath it completely; the end of P/T Conferences. Like Tiffani said, you never know what you're going to get. You hope for the best, but don't want to look too confident (giving the impression that you really don't know your kid).

Mykie's conference was great. Her teacher loves her and thinks that she is great to have in class. She said that if Mykie had to go to 6th grade at the middle school today, she'd be ready. She's got the social, organizational, and learning skills she needs to be there. I am so proud of her and her abilities to push herself. Math has been tough, but she keeps working at it - on her own, by herself. Amazing. I told Mykie's teacher that I tell Mykie that I wish that everybody had a Mykie. Life would be so great for them. Mykie's teacher is pregnant and she said, "I hope I have a Mykie" while pointing to her belly. That comment thrilled Mykie. Mykie was proud to get letter grades for the first time in her educational career. She earned 3 A's and 1 B. She really puts a lot of effort into her schooling. I am proud of her.

Jeremy's conference was different than that of McLoughlins. Here, you make an appointment with his teachers and they all come to the same classroom for the student lead conference. He'd written down goals and what he had done positively through the quarter. I was impressed with his writing and his personal insight on himself. He also got some great grades (6 A's 1 B) and his teachers were so complimentary it made me want to cry. Even the science teacher that everyone hates. He said that he really loves having Jeremy in class. That not very many kids earn 100%, but Jeremy did. Jeremy even graded himself on his behavior in the classroom - he gave himself a 2 out of 3. His science teacher said that a 2 was too low. He never saw anything less than a 3 behavior-wise out of Jeremy. Wow, I knew that he was going to be a rough teacher (from parental comments I had heard), but Jeremy looked past that and really enjoyed learning from this teacher. Jeremy really has grown so much since we've moved over here. He is so much more in control of his actions and of his feelings. He really is so fun to be with.

Tyler has finally gotten a 4.0 at Pasco High School. Mike and I are so proud. He got an A in weight training. Um, yeah, that was the only class he took at PHS this quarter. We are so proud of that 4.0 and told him so. He hasn't gotten grades from CBC yet, but I am sure that they will be fine. He is a pretty good student and understands the importance of his college grades even if he is in high school.

School is their job right now. It's about their only job and the kids are doing a great job at it. I am impressed with what all kids have to learn now. I don't think that we were expected to know that much about so many things when we were in school. Maybe I just need to play that game, "Are you smarter than a the grader?" I might have forgotten what I was supposed to have learned! Do you think that kids are expected to learn so much more now?

Brigam's Parent/Teacher Conference

As many of you know, Brigam has had a tough time in 1st grade. His little personality has been SQUASHED and MUTED by those that think he should be different than he is. It started with mid-term reports of "Brigam doesn't try hard enough and isn't good enough when he tries". After I wrote a note to the teacher explaining that in our house we focus on the positive and encourage the children to do better, she wanted to meet to "see if we can get Brigam on grade level." Grade level? You've had him for 7 weeks and you've already gotten him off grade level? What the????? I met with the teacher. It was then that realized that Brigam just might have a terrible 1st grade experience this year and was really considering moving him to a different teacher or, if need be, a different school. Some suggested home schooling, but I think the lack of social involvement for Brigam would just about kill him.

After my teacher meeting, I met with the school counselor who, by the way, is a fantastic attribute of Lincoln Elementary. She listened to me and agreed that all children learn in different ways and are at different levels. She agreed with me about Brigam's small shortcomings being a preemie and that the teacher should understand this as well. She suggested that the principal or herself should be at our parent/teacher conference. I really didn't think that would help me in this situation. I mean, really, how do you act when your boss is sitting right next to you? So I never made the appointment, I just planned on meeting with me, Mike and the teacher.

On Tuesday last week, when Brigam got home from school, he ran right in and said, "Mom, my teacher says my handwriting is getting really good!" From that point on Brigam started soaking up learning like a sponge. For example, each week our first graders are given 10 sight words that they have to pass off in rapid fire fashion. We are on week 10, Brigam hadn't passed off week 3. But the next day when he went to school, he passed it off easily. He came home on Wednesday so excited to work on week 4's to pass off the next time. He had finally gotten an "atta-boy" and wanted it again. This is exactly what I was telling the teacher that would motivate Brigam to success. I was excited for the change in Brigam, but was wondering what prompted it. Had his handwriting mysteriously changed overnight?

By Friday, when we got to parent teacher conference, lo and behold, there was the principal sitting right next to Brigam's teacher. Sitting down with her, all she could do was compliment Brigam on his effort, attitude, etc. She was thrilled to have him in class. He was a joy! On and on she went. The couple of comments Mike and I made reiterated the fact that Brigam is propelled by positive feedback. I let her know that Tuesday was the first time Brigam had ever come home sharing a positive comment about school and that his success that week was immense after that.

It hit me after I left that she must have been told on Tuesday that the principal would be joining the conference and she really prepared for the meeting by getting to know Brigam. It was a WAY different meeting than that initial one was. She was really prepared and knew Brigam. Brigam is liking his teacher now and hasn't asked me once in the morning if it is Saturday on a school day. I know that the counselor was the one that made the appointment with the principal. I'm glad that she knew what she was doing. It sure has made a world of difference to Brigam. I really didn't think it would make any difference - hat's off to Ms. Debin!

Brigam and the Tooth Fairy

Brigam (finally) lost his first tooth. He's been saying that it's been loose for sometime now, but no one has really tried to help him pull it out. You'd think this job would defer to the mom because I am his main source of parental sunshine throughout most of his day (Mike leaves early and gets home late), but I can NOT stand to look at loose teeth! The thought of it gives me the shivers! I used to have nightmares of my teeth falling out and watching someone wiggle that loose tooth makes me want to hurl! Jeremy loves this little personality trait of mine and has always enjoyed chasing me around the house saying, "Look at my tooth, mom. It's sooooo loose!" I usually end up locking myself in the bathroom until he gives up and goes in to play video games or (depending on my mood) I threaten him with bodily harm if he continues his teasing. I do not like nightmares. I need my beauty sleep.

Anyway, Mike in all his sun shininess was home the other day when Brigam, being bugged by his loose tooth, asked Mike to help him take it out. After two little pulls and absolutely NO tears - the tooth was out. Brigam was very proud that he had his tooth and was a little confused about it's shape (because he can't see below the gum line.) The tears and anxiety didn't come until after the tooth was out and he saw BLOOD! I wonder if our children's deepest, darkest worries about blood is that they will instantly die if they loose 1/8th of a teaspoon of it? I had to console him repeatedly and let him know all the wonders of blood clotting. I wasn't very convincing. He wasn't really going to believe me until it stopped bleeding. It did.
The next morning was even more fun for Brigam when he found a $2.00 bill under his pillow (I guess the tooth fairy realized this was MY last "first tooth" loss and decided to overpay in the excitement of it all. At this rate, I think it will cost the tooth fairy about $56.00 over the course of Brigam loosing his teeth. It doesn't get too difficult until he starts in on the 12 year old molars and looses 1 a week for a while. I wonder where she keeps all those two dollar bills?)
His question to me that morning was, "Mom, can the tooth fairy come two days in a row?" He was so excited about the money that he couldn't wait to get started on his next tooth and telling me that it was loose! Of course I don't know if it is or not, remember - I don't look. Either way, the tooth fairy had better stock up on $2.00 bills!