Tuesday, February 26, 2013

February 25, 2013

Last weekend was my sister's wedding shower, and that was a crazy Friday to Sunday event. The girls and I ended up staying Thursday night at my mom's to help her clean and prep the house on Friday for Sunday. She told me it's incredibly hard to clean with three kids underfoot. Yep. Yes, it is. Then I worked on Saturday, and Scott took the girls to the aquarium. He said he will never again take the kids there on a Saturday. It was mayhem. On Monday we had animal adventures co-op, and today we stayed home due to Penny's fever. Last night it got pretty high, and she was having fever dreams. Now it's been steady at about 99/100, which is nothing. I have an otoscope, and her left ear looks like it has a very slight infection. So, that's what's going on in my world.

Vera has been rocking the math lessons. I'm probably jinxing myself, but I'm going to say it anyways, she's a joy to teach. Vera is excited to have one on one time, and to learn. She picks up the lessons so quickly, that we finish in record time, and she wants more. I'm sure it's a phase. ;-)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

February 14, 2013

Abby's been working on this story.  It has drawings. I typed it the way she wrote it, complete with her punctuation and spelling.


"Abigail!" called Abigail's mom, Amy. "Time to do scool. Come on."
"Oh no.", said Abigail. Vera and Penny came in Abigail's room. "Go away.", Abigail said.
"Abby Mommy said you have scool." Vera said.
"Yes. I know. Stop Penny!"

Later Abigail went to her room. Abigail read a book. It was called HAWKS MAID. It was a book about a girl name Matty. (Who's real name is Maid Marian.) And a boy who's name is Fynn. Abigail read and read. She was vraey into books. She wrote in her notebook. She wrote: Whan I was tiny I met Abigail O-Ren Takemoto.  She was tooo cool.  Well for me.  My friends said that she was cool too.  I love Abigail O-Ren Takemoto books, but I can see her when I go to the pools in summer.  It is February.  Sometimes I love February. But sometime I do not like February. "Abigail!", called Vera. "Come on. We're going." said Vera. "O.K. I am coming." Abigail said. She wrote: Bye-bye notbook.

Abigail went to zoo. She was happy to go to the zoo. Later Abigail wrote in her notbook. She wrote: I was happy to get home. At the zoo I saw a pony, and the pony looked cute! Nini said that the pony was tooo cute. I that she or he was cute too. I looked at it for a long time. I said to Nini that he or her was tooo COOL!

Abigail sat up in her bed. "Penny come here." she said. "Abby!" called Penny. "COME ON!" yelled Abigail. "O.K." said Penny.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

February 10, 2013

I haven't felt like blogging much. By the time I lay down in bed, I just want to read my book, and sleep. Most days it seems there's not enough day light to get everything that needs done, done. Next week starts another busy week. Tomorrow - aquarium with lessons in the afternoon, Tuesday - girl scouts with lessons on the go, Wednesday - Valentine's Party with lessons in the morning, Thursday - I hope nothing with catching up on lessons, Friday - Nature Group. Phew.

I have a gift card to one of my favorite clothing stores, so everyone came with me to shop for clothes. It was depressing. First, I find the mall depressing. Second, the store was trashed for some reason, and as I type this, I feel I should write a letter. The clothes strewn on the floor, and in huge heaps everywhere was a turn off. There's no excuse, Christmas season is over. I ended up only getting a cardigan, an under tank, and socks for everyone. Totally not productive. I'm in desperate need of clothes. I only buy a few things for myself after the holidays, and occasionally for my birthday, and because I have so few clothes, they get worn all year over and over, and fall apart by the time I can buy clothes. That's my pity story.

Penny is getting fed up with my fear of her choking. She wants her food to look like ours. She doesn't want it chopped into smaller pieces. I'm trying to let go as much as possible, easing my mind by cooking/steaming her food slightly longer. Penny wanted these crunchy freeze dried green beans that are salty tonight. I was giving her one at a time as she asked for them. I went upstairs, and Scott gives her a whole bowl of them. I come downstairs, no one is paying attention to her, and she's gagging on a green bean. Ugh. When that happens, I can literally feel the adrenaline gush into my belly all cold, and I start to sweat. With each kid, my fear of choking has gotten worse. I'm trying to get past it.

I miss NYC. So much so, my eyes water when I think about the city. It's been a year. I long to go, just a visit will do.