November 03, 2009

Who are You?

What would you do if you answered your cell phone at 9:30 at night to someone claiming to be Mr. Right?

Yeah, me too.  "I'm sorry, who am I speaking to?"

"This is Mr. Right."

Now, I have a few relatives who wouldn't feel badly playing a little joke on me, so my first thought was to say, "I'm already married to Mr. Right," and hang up.  But something stopped me. The accent, though it could be Spanish, was not quite right.

"What is this in reference to?" I asked cautiously.

"My wife called you about tutoring our daughter earlier today..." he trailed off.

"Oh!" I sounded, I'm sure, a bit relieved as the light dawned.  "I'm sorry," I said.  "I wasn't expecting any calls this late and I was..."  I trailed off.  How do you explain to a prospective client that you thought he was your husband's nephew playing a practical joke on you?  "I didn't get any calls today about tutoring," I said, redirecting the conversation as we began discussing the details of tutoring a sophomore in Geometry.

And his name is Mr. Wright.

Winners

We go to Story Time at the library every week.  Angie enjoys some stories, games and music while I chase Maddie around the library, exhorting her to whisper.  She hasn't learned what that means yet.  And at the end of Story Time, we dutifully put our names on a little slip of paper, fold it in half and stuff it into the already stuffed contest box. 

"Mommy, why are we doing this?  Why do we write my name every time?" Angie asked one week.

"Well, it's a contest.  After a while, they'll reach into the box and pull out one of these little slips of paper.  They'll open it up and see whose name is on it and that person will win tickets to see an ice skating show, " I explained.

"Oh.  That's nice, isn't it?" she responds.

"Yes, it is.  But we probably won't win, because there are a lot of papers in there," I said, trying to temper any dreams she might be entertaining.  Of course, she really didn't understand what the prize was, but that was ok.

Yesterday, the phone rang.  I usually don't dash to answer the phone, but I was expecting Miguel to call.  When I looked at the caller ID, it said, "Township of W. O".  Huh, I thought as I pressed the talk button.  I wonder what this could be.  I was startled when a woman spoke, not a recorded message. 

"Hi, this is Faith from the West Orange Library.  Is this Angelyn's mom?" 

"Hi Faith!" I enthused, for Miss Faith is our Story Time leader and we like her alot.  "Yes, this is Beckie."

"I'm just calling to tell you that we had the drawing for the contest and Angelyn won.  If you're coming in tomorrow for Story Time, you can pick up the tickets then."

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed.  We don't win things around here.  Not usually.  "That's so great!  Yes, we'll be in tomorrow to pick them up!  Thank you so much!"  She probably thought I was partly insane, I was so excited.

But today, we came home with passes to see Disney on Ice at the IZOD Center the week of Thanksgiving.  We're going to make a day of it!

October 31, 2009

A Little Bit Less

We've had our annual escrow analysis and, behold, a $25 decrease in our mortgage bill!  Rub, rub, rub.  Yup, I read it right!

October 30, 2009

A Favorite Illustrator

Jan Brett has to be my favorite author/illustrator.  On every page of her books, the illustrations tell not just the story that is being transmitted through words, but the "meanwhile" story, too.  The Mitten for example, is the story of a boy who begs for white mittens which Grandma admonishes will be hard to find in the snow.  After the boy loses one mitten, animals, ranging from the very small to the very large, snuggle inside the mitten for warmth.  When too many animals have squeezed inside the mitten, one of them sneezes and causes the whole crew to be dislodged, the mitten to sail into the air and the boy to find the mitten.  Each page contains text that tells the story of the animals squeezing into the mitten one after the other and a main image that illustrates the text.  But on the side of each page are mitten shaped illustrations which tell the "meanwhile" story of the boy.  It is fascinating just to look at the images and piece together that story. 

Jan Brett uses this technique in all of her books,  from The Umbrell to The Gingerbread Baby to Town Mouse and Country Mouse.  The illustrations are beautiful and the stories well told.  We only own the mitten, but we've borrowed the others from the library and enjoy them tremendously. 

October 15, 2009

Workboxes and Us

Angie's been hard to coax into her lessons, lately.  I chalked it up to the lack of a routine.  And I couldn't figure out how, with Maddie getting into absolutely everything we do, to get a routine going.  Though I made wonderful lesson plans, we seldom got through them and they'd be put off and put off until a later date.  Sometimes, we'd not even do a lesson and I'd put it in the "some other time" box.  But after spending a couple of Mondays with Sandie and her kids, I was convinced that this workbox thing might be the organizational kick-in-the-pants we needed.

Now, being the researcher that I am, I had to look it up before I tried to implement it.  I saw all kinds of setups -- the approved box format, the file folder format, envelopes, shoe organizers -- you name it, people have done it.  And then I tried to determine what might work for us.  Two things decided the issue for us: firstly, we don't really have any extra money to spend right now on things like boxes and shelves.  Secondly, we don't really have a place for those things to go, even if we did have the money.  So I looked around at what I already had lying around.

After a recent "storage area" cleaning, I'd come away with an empty wooded crate that I was sure I could use somehow for Angie's schooling.  Up until now, I've just stuffed our books and supplies into it willy-nilly.  That wasn't really getting us very far, so I dumped it on the floor of the office and looked for something new to stuff in it.  Pulling open the filing cabinet, I saw all of my lovely hanging file folders neatly arrayed in the bottom drawer.  Wait!  I think I have a box of those somewhere!  Lo!  There they are!  Now where did I put the tabs?

And moments later, I had the basic plan laid out.  I had to trim the folders a bit to fit in the crate, but once done, they looked splendid.  I added a large address label to the front with the folder number on it, and created tabs to slide into the plastic tab holder with the folder number on it.  The tabs are about half an inch loger than the plastic holder, so they stick out for grabbing.  The idea was that as Angie finished a folder, she would pull the tab and put it in a pocket chart on the wall so we could keep track of what she'd completed, then return the tabless folder to the crate and move onto the next one.  A decorative pacard on the front of the crate declares it "Angie's Workbox".

Now, to fill the folders.  The obvious advantage of the boxes is that ALL materials for a given assignment fit inside of it.  Crayons, phonics tiles, counting blocks, memory cards and the like just won't fit inside of a folder.  So assignments that require supplies present a challenge.  Then too, some assignments don't have any supplies at all!   To solve the problem, I created little cards that said what the assignment was and piled the appropriate supplies into the back of the crate, behind the folders.  Even though the folder didn't contain the supplies, she could find them easily right there in the crate. As a caveat, though, there are many things that just reside on the bookshelf in the office and she can get them as she needs them.  That way, I don't have to put EVERYTHING in the crate.

OK.  So now, what do we put in the folders?  Well, sometimes it's worksheets.  For writing and things like that, a worksheet is ok.  Sometimes a file folder game (as introduced to me by Sandie, again).    For other things, it's a book or a card indicating what we're going to be doing.  I wrote down the subjects that we need to cover and what topics we'll do in each subject and tried to put one in each folder.  I keep wondering "why 12 folders?" though.  I don't think we'll use all of them, except maybe to force me to remember to add play time to the day.  We have a "counting to 100" folder; read to mommy; language lessons; math; spelling; story time; art; game time; music; social studies; science; and spanish; we'll add other stuff as we go.  I also include cards for things that we go out to do -- soccer, library story hour and music lessons with Sandie.

Now, I need to figure out the optimal arrangement of the subjects in the folders so that I can cover things with Angie that she needs my help with while Maddie is napping.  Things that she can do on her own, I want to leave for while Maddie is awake so that I can spend time playing and working with Maddie too.  (Maddie seems to be speaking at a much more advanced rate than Angie did, and she's learning very very quickly.)

My assessment after 3 days?  It's working like a charm.  Angie actually started her first folder before breakfast this morning because she was excited to see what was in each folder.  I think I'm going to have to be careful about arranging things each day so that there's always a surprise.  I don't want her to think that music is always going to be in folder 4 or that spelling is always in folder 6.  By mixing it up, I hope to keep her looking for more.

As a reminder to myself, I'm going to start adding books to many of the lessons, too, so that we can do more reading during our day.  Oh, and there's a series called MathStart that looks promising for math topics.  Stories that illustrate a math concept and then activities in the back, just like what I want to write!

If you've anything to add to this, comments and the like, I'd be happy to hear.  For now, we'll see if I can keep this ball rolling.

October 02, 2009

Talkin' Up a Storm

With a vocabulary that includes words like, stuck, wiggle, and wacko, it's pretty evident that Maddie is very good at getting her point across.  She repeats everything and is learning new words at an alarming rate.  I'd forgotten how quickly these little ones pick up language when they're constantly surrounded by it.  Of course, there are a few words whose meaning I've yet to discern, but Maddie knows what she's saying, and I guess that's all that matters!

Learning on the Sly

In preparing to make my traditional birthday apple pie, I took out the bag of apples to count how many were left.  I need at least 9 to make a good pie, and these are rather small, so more is better.  With Maddie sitting at the table enjoying her lunch, I began pulling apples from the bag and placing them on the table as I counted.

"One," I said.
"Two!" Maddie chimed in.  This is no surprise, since we frequently count her arms, legs, shoes, eyes and other pairs of items.
"Three," I continued.
"Fo!" Maddie yelled.
"Five," I said.
"Sick!"
"Seven."
"A!"
"Ni!"
"Ten!"
"Eleven."
"Twe!"

It seems she's been listening to all those number songs I sing after all!

Humility

We get bored with our writing lessons over here.  After all, who wants to copy letters and words day in and day out?  So, to alleviate the boredom, we filled an aluminum tray with rice and practiced our trouble letters in rice with our fingers.  But when she's not holding a pencil, Angie seems to foget that she's supposed to write with her right hand, and she switches back and forth between her left and right fingers while making letters in the rice. 

About halfway through the exercises, she picked up a nearby pencil and began dragging the eraser end through the rice.  "That was clever of you," I commented, giving her a high five as she continued to practice her y's.

"Oh, and you know what, Mommy," she said earnestly.  "We don't have to erase it with our hands, either.  We can, look..." she said, holding the pencil flat and swiping it across the top of the rice, smoothing it out.  "Like that and now we can do..." and she drew another y. 

"That was very smart," I said.
"Oh, yes.  That's why I have a lot of smart stuff in my head, you know."  And she giggled.

We'll worry about humility later on, I guess.

September 25, 2009

What's in a Name?

"Mama, mama, mama, mama, mommy, mommy, mommy, mapa, mapa, papa, papa, dada, dada, dad!"

This is the progression when Maddie's pleas go unanswered for longer than she deems appropriate.

Heard Around the House

Last night, I flipped the lightswitch in the office, then watched it flare briefly before popping into oblivion. This morning, Angie flipped the lightswitch in the office, then came running back to the living room. "Oh, no, Mommy! I think we left the light switch on in the office all night and the batteries wasted!"

September 14, 2009

Gone

It's been with me for 18 years and tonight, it's gone. No longer able to hold up to the demands placed on it daily, it simply fell out. Now, there is only a strange smoothness where it once was.
My permanent retainer, it turns out, was only temporary.