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#sol15 March 17 A lucky day

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

The leprechauns came to H’s school today. He told me all about them. The traps were set, and the kids were excited to investigate the mischief. I wish I had pictures. Not just of the leprechaun mischief, but of H explaining it to me, with the magic still in his eyes. “I know it wasn’t just the teachers, Mommy. There were fish in Penny’s bowl of water! She had water so they could take a bath, but they left fish!….The basket was hanging here, and then like a second later it was all the way down on the ground. The toilet water was green, and there were boats in there! They had a wedding! There were little chairs set up. Mushroom chairs.”

Let me back this up for a minute. The Leprechauns came into my son’s second/third grade classroom and created such creative mischief that my usually-quiet-about-school 8 year old could not stop talking about it. They left fish! (“Fish?” I worried, “What is your class going to do with fish?” But H assured me that Penny’s fish recently died, and her family happens to have an empty fish tank.)

H raced to show me what the leprechauns had done to his trap.

Yesterday when he brought his trap to school, I warned him that his thumbtack fortress of gold may not be understood. We planned out what to say if someone thought he was trying to hurt the leprechaun, and he ended up having to use those words, as his classmates were convinced that he had created a deathtrap. He came home sad and sensitive.
IMG_0432Today, he smiled as he showed me how the leprechauns had made a dartboard and used his pins as darts.

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His teacher must have an in with some mighty clever leprechauns. She deserves many thanks for letting those mischief makers into her classroom to make such a mess. I hope she enjoyed a spot of tea tonight, and I’d venture to guess she is already asleep. It’s tiring work, hosting leprechauns.

Tonight, as H snuggled in (“This is the comfiest bed we have… because you’re in it” he told me) he must have had those fish the leprechauns left on his mind. He told me his plans for next year, “You know what I’m going to do? Make a giant cat bed. Next St. Patricks’ day…and then I’m going to get kittens!”

 

 

#sol15 March 16 Stress

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

I’m so excited to travel in the spring to see my sister and her wonderful art show. We booked what looks like an amazing, off the grid, sustainable living cottage that we will share with my parents. The kids are excited for the long road trip, and the mini vacation. Not to mention how much we all miss my sister! I’m proud for getting it all set 2 whole months in advance. I imagined that this week, I’d send the FYI to my kids’ teachers, but that maybe that was too soon to let them know.

Then yesterday I read the email from H’s teacher, with the date for his class play.

Yep. The day we are leaving.

And today, after my hasty email to L’s teacher, I find out that her play is the day we are getting back home.

These aren’t just any plays. These are THE plays. Every spring, every class K – 8 puts on a class play. They are more than fun. They are community building, full of learning, and very very important. This is what the children work on for weeks, if not months. It is defining, and magical, and important.

This stress!  What will my kids do? I have some ideas… Number one: switch the date of the play! Not my finest selfless suggestion…and one that I have already heard is not possible.

Maybe they can still be involved in some way.

Hopefully this won’t impact my 8 year old’s behavior.

Maybe a solution will be uncovered.

Hopefully this will all feel better after some brainstorming and help by their amazing teachers.

What an annoying slice of this already yucky day. 

#sol15 March 14 Celebration Slices

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

celebrate-image Celebration Slices! Thanks Ruth Ayres for this wonderful link up! 

 

1. “In 35 minutes, I’m going over to Granny’s.” H tells me. Then 5 minutes later. “What time is it? In 30 minutes I’m going over to Granny’s.” At 10:53, he was set. “At 10:56, I’m going.” He told me. Every Saturday, my mom takes one of my kids out for lunch and then spends some quality time with them. They each look forward to the time, and I’m so thankful for it too. Watching H race across the street, dutifully looking both ways was a joy to celebrate. What lucky kids I have… getting to spend time with their grandparents. 

2. E wanted to use his gift card for a lego at the store. While we stood in the lego aisle, L looked up at the giant sign that said “BOYS.” She grimaced and said quietly to me, “That is so sexist.”  I’m so proud that she noticed that, and that she spoke up about it. I hope she keeps noticing things and speaking up, louder and louder as she grows.

 3. Yesterday my team celebrated Global School Play Day. Yes, we were a month or so late… but what a celebration! The students were excited, as they carried favorite games into the classroom: Monopoly, Pictionary, cards, Battleship, Clue. Kids these days are stressed and anxious, and they don’t get the chance to play enough. I was happy to dedicate a day to play. Even if play wasn’t the work of children, and wasn’t ripe for opportunities to learn, I would still think it was worth our time. But, play does create learning opportunities, and time for kids to learn how to be in control. Win-Win! One of the TED Talks I watched, by Jill Vialet mentioned the philosopher, Bernard Suits’ explanation of play:  “Playing a game is the voluntary attempt to overcome unnecessary obstacles.”  She goes on to talk about the work of play: “They choose it, it’s a challenge. No longer should you think of play as the opposite of work or the purview of slackers. It is the fundamental sign of our inner drive and ambition.” The other TED Talk was on the decline of play. Sad to watch, but important.

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#sol15 March 13 Friday Flashback 20 years ago

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

20 years ago

there was a gun backstage
my senior year of high school

we kept it it there, locked in a metal toolbox
I think it was locked

I remember the meeting
my principal, my friend and I,
around a table in the back office
there may have been a few other people there
my memory is hazy

we explained how we needed the gun
it was the only way

it had to be believable
concessions were made
our principal understood

our show must go on
so the gun was disabled
we may have gone through a few different kinds of guns
and suppliers
before the gun
and then the starter pistol 
were allowed to be stored
so our characters could use 
the real deal
and our show could be 
the real deal

can you imagine today?
a student asking their principal for permission
to keep a weapon backstage?

#sol15 March 12 Perseverance Perseverance Perseverance Perseverance

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

I almost got my electric car racetrack set out at Christmas time. I carried it down from the storage barn attic with the Christmas decorations. But then I  thought it through. Why would I add another  thing to my house on top of the tree, the wrapping paper, the decorations and the new gifts? I set it on top of a shelf by the barn door, and forgot about it.

Today, I finish putting the groceries away, and L asks, “What’s that thing that looks like racetrack in a box? H and I saw it while we were playing outside.” I  start straightening up the random legos, shoes, socks, toy animals, drawings, markers, etc., thinking.

“How did you see it while you were outside?” I accuse.

“It’s right there, in the window. We saw it through the window.”

I want to say no. Do I need to mention the legos, shoes, socks, toy animals, drawings, markers, etc. again? But, it is their spring break, and it would be fun. A new old toy.

“That toy needs a blank space, totally clear.” I say. “Clean up the toy area and then there will be space. I’m not trying to bribe you, it’s just the truth. It needs space, a hardwood floor, and no mess. I’m not sure it will still work, but we can try it if we have the space.”

A 2 beat pause, and she’s off, calling her brothers, telling them the plan. The play area is clean in record time.

It’s been almost 30 years since someone has played with this toy, but the box looks familiar to me.

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The inside is dusty in that old box sort of way, with crumpled paper that makes me feel old.

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We set it up: “START with a basic OVAL track layout NOT the layout pictured on the BOX,” Figure one tells us. “Racing on carpet is not recommended” it warns in bold.  Sometimes I am a direction follower. So, we move the carpet, and make an oval. photo 4

It would be nice if it just works.  But of course the cars won’t go. (Click link for a tiny video of our trials.) We try all the different plugs, cars, remote controls and terminal tracks. We polish the pick ups, and we kept trying. “Well, that was a good try.” H says, “Let’s pack it up.” A teachable moment of perseverance, if you ask me. So we keep trying. And I keep hoping that it will work, so my perseverance lesson won’t backfire.

Finally, while I make dinner and talk to my mom on the phone, I hear “It’s going! It’s going! It’s going! It’s going!” And what a lovely noise it is.  (Click link for a tiny video of our success!)

I think my slice is about perseverance, and if it is I should definitely learn to spell that without spell checker helping me out. But maybe I’ve stretched out the wrong part of this evening’s slice.

Maybe it’s about letting kids play. I watch and I listen to my kids take turns, fight about turns, race, make new track shapes, go back to the oval shape, fight about the shape, make a new shape, create obstacle courses, and the list goes on.

Maybe it’s about how the big(ger) kids had a hard time giving my 5 year old a chance, but how they did in the end. In truth my 5 year old is only now getting his real chance at the toy, while his brother and sister are making slow motion videos in the other room.

It’s like a dream in a dream though, I’m slicing while I am slicing. While I write, I am being interrupted. At almost each word,  E’s excited words are calling to me. “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Watch my car get trapped in this obstacle course/Watch my car go slow/How do you even untwist this?”

I’m frustrated because I’m trying to concentrate. I should know better. But, his little face is so excited, so my head bobs, as I watch in between my words.

“Okay.” I nod. “But then mommy needs to finish writing.”

“Okay. Just once. Wait. That wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. That’s wrong. Can you watch again?”

At one point, my head jumps up, exasperated about the 15th time I’ve been distracted. I immediately feel horrible, and he does too. “Sorry mommy. Can you just watch this one more time?”

“Of course I can. But then mommy needs to finish writing.”

My head bobs, my eyes peer over the table, and somehow I still write.

So, maybe it is about Perseverance.

Perseverance. Perseverance. Perseverance. Perseverance. Perseverance. Perseverance.

“Mommy! Mommy! It sparks blue if I make it go faster and faster. Do you smell that smoke?”

The racetrack has been fun, but I think it’s going back in the barn.

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#sol15 March 11 Right Now. . .

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

Inspired by a format I learned last year,  here’s tonight’s “Right Now…”

Right Now. . .
There are no good snacks
3 opened boxes of Late July crackers, but no good snacks 
An old bag of gluten free pretzels, and I saw some pears, but there are no good snacks 

Right Now. . . 
My cats look depressed
rightly so, I forgot to buy cans
and they are tired of hard food 

Right Now. . .
I know I should go to sleep 
get actual rest!

Right Now. . .
I wish I had more spring break, more time with my kids
I pre-miss them for tomorrow,
I'm jealous of their long break

Right Now. . .
I wonder where my lost library book is
and if I remembered to start the laundry
.....
I didn't. 

Right Now. . .
I need a pedicure
And I know it will be a long time before that happens

Right Now. . .
I promise to make myself go to bed 
Soon, 
like right now. . . 

#sol15 March 10 A spring in our step

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

Parenting is a crazy way to spend the day. The slices abound really, but just a few from yesterday. . . The walk: I forced the children to go on a walk. Convincing them to stop their random hanging out to go on a mission took stamina… but soon we were off. They all decided to wear short sleeves, even though I thought they would get cold eventually. The site of them walking in short sleeves begged to be photographed. Here’s what I eventually ended up getting… so cute, right? Facebook cover photo worthy.

Short sleeves!
Short sleeves!

But when I asked them to let me take a picture from behind them, the first picture I got was this:

"Oh mommy, do we have to  trudge up this hill of doom?"
“Oh mommy, do we have to trudge up this hill of doom?”

It was actually the perfect picture to illustrate their actual feelings about going on a walk, carrying bags no less! The Post Office: Just imagine two boys, 8 and 5 happily experimenting with the mail slot. The envelope is there! Now it’s gone! Still gone! Still gone! Still gone! The Library: Try as I might, I can’t get my kids to love the library as much as I do. Yesterday I didn’t even really like it. It was crowded, and someone was wearing too much cologne. The computer in the kids section always frustrates me… it turns my book loving 5 year old into a computer game junkie.  But the science activity was fun, and we picked out some movies, paid our fines (yep. fines.), and I got a book, “Beyond the Laughing Sky,”  which has been on my to read list. Luckily my kids are shy, so when a little boy came up to E at the computer and asked if there was another computer to use, my kids all jumped up. “We should actually go.” L said as E ripped the headphones from his ear and all but threw them at the little boy. We checked out our movies and my book, as my boys chanted their favorite line from the NFL bad lip reading:  “I thought about what you said man, I got my legos and I’ll bring them,  then we can play. All day. ” Time to leave the library! Coffee Shop “Small town Twist:” Headed to the coffee shop, we passed the deserted Santa House, and the kids looked inside.

It's spring, Santa! Take your house back to the North Pole, please!
It’s spring, Santa! Take your house back to the North Pole, please!

The kids decided they’d much rather go to the ice cream shop. I said, “But ice cream is more of a summer activity.” and E replied, “But it won’t melt!” So against my better judgment, in we went. Our local ice cream shop used to be a Dairy Queen, but is now an independent local “Twist.” We try to like it. Even my vegan self wants local businesses to work. But every time we go it just doesn’t work out for us. This visit started with broken ice cream machines, “We have dipped vanilla and chocolate,” we were told. The kids chose their flavor and asked for sprinkles. The woman behind the counter said something and I asked her to repeat. “Would the kids like to watch the sprinkle machine?” My three kids politely turned to watch as the machine started slowly turning, dropping sprinkles as it buzzed. We smiled at each other sharing the joke that this was not really very exciting. Their ice creams each received about 15 sprinkles, and we sat at a table, noticing the empty ice cream cake freezers and we laughed. Later at home, telling the story to Mr. Thought, H wanted to be sure we weren’t laughing at the woman who was serving our ice cream. We talked about that, about empathy, and about how we were surely laughing at our circumstances, not the nice worker.

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Some people go to theme parks during Spring Break… We get the Sprinkle Machine!

Karate: We walked to Karate, and I wiped E’s sticky face and hands with his shirt as we went in. E and I watched the big kids, and I read my library book while he played a few games on my iPhone. All is calm until E randomly fell on the floor. He’s okay, but what’s with 5 year olds always falling and bumping? “Did you hit your head?” I asked him about 5 times before I believed him that it was just his hands and knees. Back Home: A family meeting is called to decide what to do the next day, mommy’s last day of spring “break.” On thoughts of heading on a long day trip to the Crayola Experience, I said “There are pros and cons. I think we would all have a great day! But if it’s just mommy and three of you, I’m concerned that if you don’t listen, you could get lost, or in trouble with a stranger.” I expected them to say, “We’ll listen, we promise!” But instead they all say together, “No. I don’t want to go then.” Ahhhh. My kids. At least they are realistic with their listening skills. So we planned a day of local activities instead. Parenting is a crazy way to spend the day. While I’ve been writing this post… H has made strawberry soup, which we tried (not too bad actually. E has made legos, and every time he walks away from his project he slips on a magazine someone has left on the floor. I keep saying, “Please pick up the magazine so you stop slipping!” L is making and then organizing her videos on her iPad, and Mr. Thought has said “I have to get to work!” about 5 times. H  looks over my shoulder and says: “Slice of life! Why don’t you just cut a little piece of your brain? A slice of your life. A slice of your heart?”

#sol15 March 9 Spring Break: An illustrated Slice

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

I tried out the Super App, from the inspiration on day 7. Kevin Hodgson does it here in this blog post. I can’t seem to get the app to share the picture with me in the right way, but I worked around it… Here’s my quick slice for the day, experimenting with the digital writing genre.

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#sol15 March 8 Run. Think.

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

Run. Think.

Before 
I argue with myself
I want to go
it will be so cold
running is hard
running is good
I gear up 
plan
think
fresh air 
sun
accomplishment 
coffee shop at finish

First step out the door 
a cold blast
I walk 
wait to begin
try to stretch
Music starts

I run 
Ugh
I'm slow
Why do I start up a hill? 
dumb 
It is cold
My toes are cold
My fingers too
I should have worn gloves
Maybe I’ll just run one mile
it's better than nothing, 
right?

I round the corner 
to a slight downhill
then straight
I settle in

Now I have to decide
Straight to more decisions the possibility of a short run
Or turn left, run farther from home where my only decisions are 2 miles or more 

I turn left 
with an immediate sense of regret
running is hard
now I'm hot
I wrestle my jacket off
tie it on my waist 
spend a few minutes distracted by tangled headphones 

Down a hill 
my app tells me its been a mile
I feel good!
If I can do 1 mile, I can do my Saturday 3
I remember this
how running is good 
not easy -- but fun
free
with loud music
a helpful beat

Up a hill
I tell myself that even
2 miles would be admirable
after all, I ran yesterday
the kids are waiting for me to come home
I am going to run again tomorrow

I hit my stride 
on a long stretch of straight and then down
I know it's because it's downhill
so I lengthen my gait 
I push it

The bottom of the hill has more decisions
straight and I can run to the track
finish up a 3.1 and walk the mile home
right and I will run all the way to the hill of doom
where I will certainly stop around 2.7 
but I will be so close to home
the finish
I'm thirsty
I'm a little bit bored. 
But that hill
I always stop on that hill
Mind over matter hasn’t worked 
-- yet

I go straight, 
right
left
stop at the l o n g traffic light
left all the way to the track 
2.74 is what my map tells me
when I see that the track is covered with snow
I take that as an excuse
to stop. 
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I walk home 
with coffee
I think
Running is good

I wonder how much I'll run tomorrow.