Guess who got a 9/10 on his spelling test?!
August 31, 2010
August 30, 2010
August 29, 2010
I write this with full knowledge that the minis will read this one day. So save the hate mail. Keep reading.
The minis are vastly different academically. Ryan, 9, basically knows everything. Is scary smart. Has to put forth little or no effort and sails through school. Annoyingly brilliant. Like his Mama. (heehee) He ellicits responses from his teachers like, "He explained it to ME!" "I use his tests as the key" and "Books on his reading level aren't content appropriate." He's lucky.
Jack. Sweet 7 year old Jack. Struggles with reading and language arts. Gets so incredibly frustrated and angry. Had tutoring last year and will be getting extra help again this year.
Second grade calls for weekly spelling tests. Gack.
Last week I devised a half dozen activities to help Jack learn his 10 spelling words. We wrote them with different colored markers. We made flashcards. I taped said flashcards all over the house. I bought fridge magnet letters. We will be writing the words on the windows in the kitchen with glass markers. We studied the crap out of those words.
The morning of the test, we reviewed one last time and I kissed him good luck. I worried all day.
At pickup, the minis hopped in the monogrammed minivan and I immediately asked, "Jackie! How was your spelling test?" He said he thought it went well, but didn't have it graded yet. He may have gotten a 30% for all we know. I told him we'd find out soon and that he should be proud for trying his best.
Then Ryan says, "Oh Mama. I had a spelling pre-test today. I made a 100% so if you approve, I don't have to take the real test."
My heart sank. I could barely look at Jack. I couldn't believe Ryan said that on the heels of seeing Jack struggle.
Then Jack pipes in, "Buddy! That's so awesome! You don't even have to take the test! Cool!" Then Jack high-fived him.
So that is why Jack will always end up on top. He will succeed and be happy because he is genuinely happy for other people. His score on his first spelling test remains to be seen, but his true colors are clear as day.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Sunday, August 29, 2010
August 23, 2010
August 22, 2010
Another weekend on the books. Survived really. Those of you with children, especially boys, know that you have to approach a weekend with a plan. Of course, Coach and I are both thrilled when we have a "free" weekend when he isn't working and I don't have clients. We'd love to both just veg on the sofa and eat take out. But, that clearly doesn't work.
This weekend Coach worked late on Friday night. When he finally got home, I was falling asleep on the sofa. Admittedly it was only 9:30 but I was tired! Just as a started to doze off, he "suggested" that I make him dinner as promised. I snapped, "I was almost asleep!" He said, "Um, I know. That's why I woke you up." ha ha Not. Funny. I made him a Cuban on the panini press and called it a night. Only after I declared our kitchen EPCOT. He's Italian...I made him a Cuban? Get it? Anyway...
Saturday we met some friends at our new donut discovery Sublime Donuts near GA Tech. Absolutely ridiculous, fresh strawberries stuffed inside a sliced-open donut. French pressed coffee for a dollar. I die.
Our friends we kind enough to invite the minis over to play. Of course we debated. Not. We peeled out of the parking lot so fast we left tire tracks and confectioners sugar behind. We raced home and knocked out a ton of yardwork. It was roughly 84,000 degrees. Bleh.
Got the minis before dinner and called it a night.
Today we headed to early Mass and home for a huge breakfast. Then I napped while Coach well, I have no idea what he and the minis did! Afterwards we headed for a hike/walk/sweat session at Coach's prompting. I complained briefly then powered through.
World's most boring post. Moving on.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Sunday, August 22, 2010
August 20, 2010
We made it through the first week of school with flying colors. I did spy Ryan fiddling with his tie during school Mass on Wednesday, but other than that...so far we're surviving. The boys are both adjusting well. Fingers crossed.
On Wednesday, I attended the school Mass. It's something I'd like to do as many Wednesdays as possible, which of course means I will have to re-evaluated Cleaning Day. As I sat in Mass, I started to cry. (Admittedly, I almost always cry during Mass, I emote, remember!?) But I was crying because I felt like my choice to move the boys was affirmed. God knows how we will pay for it...and my Mom asked me today how rice and beans taste! They taste vaguely like I'm never getting new clothes again. Ever.
Coach has been amazing lately. Let's be honest, boys are generally stupid and act like monkeys. However, he's just kicking arse lately. Being super sweet and helpful. Saying all kinds of nice things to me, etc. He clearly has a girlfriend and is being nice to me out of guilt. I'm KIDDING. But I decided to do something nice for him today.
I drove to The University today and parked my car in the athletics lot. I took HIS car and washed in inside and out. Then I filled his gas tank and returned it to his parking spot.
As I drove back home, feeling rather proud of myself, it began to pour rain. On the clean car.
Alanis would be proud.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Friday, August 20, 2010
August 16, 2010
Yep. 4th graders have lockers. I die. It's all I can do to not cover the inside with polka dot wrapping paper and Forenza and ESPRIT tags circa 1989.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Monday, August 16, 2010
August 15, 2010
August 13, 2010
August 12, 2010
I feel like a race horse.
Standing at the starting gate. Pumped full of adrenaline, stamping my feet and power blowing out my nose. I'm ready.
School starts Monday and I am anxious and excited and nervous and nauseous. Partly because it is a new school and partly because for the first time, I am a little sad. The minis are getting so big and old. Admittedly I have cried nonstop for the past week. Every evening when we play our family soccer game, I cry and sniffle and Coach rolls his eyes at me. Jack has asked me to stop loving on him so much "in front of the world". I of course, refuse.
I've made nice with the other moms at the back to school get togethers. I'm sure none of them know I'm about to come out of my skin (they also don't know that I'm a complete bitch either).
I'm holding my breath. I'm getting my ducks in a row. I'm deep breathing.
Just a smidge.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Thursday, August 12, 2010
August 6, 2010
I'm up and TCOB this morning. Paying bills and folding laundry. Coach and I had the children up an hour or so past their bedtime last night, so they are sound asleep this morning. The minis that is, Coach has already left for the field. I was sweet enough to get up with him this morning. By "get up with him" I mean stumble into the kitchen and ask him for $20 for the dollar movies. They only take cash and Lord knows I didn't have any.
Last night Coach was too cute. He took over my Twitter account for a few hours and I was dying with his Tweets. If only we could get him to be my guest blogger...
I'm off to start my day. One of the To Do items on my list is to grow like 6 inches taller. I am currently obsessed with how short I am, which is a towering 5'4". I know, I know. I seem taller.
That's just my huge personality.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Friday, August 06, 2010
August 5, 2010
11 more days until the minis go back to school. I am allowing them to lay really low this week. As in, I'm cleaning the Casa de Chaos (read: looks like a frat house) while they are still pajama clad. Deserved rest I suppose. They did sort the laundry and change thier sheets this morning. It's strange not to be in charge of anything school-wise after years of PTA and volunteering. I know that there will be ample opportunity to raise my American Manicured hand soon enough. Stop me before I over commit. Again.
I have always meal planned by the month during the school year but not the summer. It shows. I have been so random these past few months, I know Coach will be happy when I get back to a more structured agenda. Right, Coach? I got 84,000 cookbooks from the library this week. Tangentially, Jack calls the library the "place we rent books". I have calendar pages from every year of what we ate, from 2002 I think. Silly, but sort of fun to look back through.
Clearly, this boring post is a result of me sniffing the cleaning products. I tried to buy the Martha Stewart new cleaning products, but they are fragrance-free. No thank you. If I clean, I want smellable proof.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Thursday, August 05, 2010
August 4, 2010
Ah, the minis. After a record long Granny Camp 2010, the boys are back in town. (read: tearing up my house and stomping like elephants)
Ryan is heading to 4th grade, which is insane for several reasons. Firstly, it seems like he was born yesterday. Secondly, when I was pregnant with Ryan, we went through so much. It's a story for another day, but we weren't sure that he'd ever make it to 4th grade. And he has. With bells and streamers. Lastly, my mom is a retired 4th grade teacher and her students always seemed so dang old and BIG. Now I have that student. Yikes!
Jack is starting 2nd grade. He's pretty darn stubborn and has not been "cooperative" working on his summer academic work. It's going to be a tough year for him, especially since I may have to get him a tutor and a kick in the proverbial pants.
Speaking of pants, the minis are going to Catholic school this year, which means I get to keep dressing them alike in UNIFORMS! So excited about the change. It was a difficult decision for Coach and I, and it doesn't come without sacrifice. However, the plaid neckties? Deal maker. I will be re-wearing all of my super expensive Target and Old Navy clothes until the end of time, but they will appreciate it later in life. Ok, they probably won't. hee hee
Took the minis to well child visits at the pediatrician and they have both grown 5 inches. Purely accidental, not from good nutrition. In fact, we will be making an appointment for some food therapy for the biggest of the small ones. I'm certain that will cost a million billion dollars. That's exciting. Not.
So, that's where we are today. Where are you?
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Wednesday, August 04, 2010
August 3, 2010
Coach runs in athletic social circles, so not surprisingly we have several friends who are professional athletes. Interestingly enough, one couple that we know actually started as MY friends...then I allowed Coach to apply for a double date. He was subsequently accepted into our group and we love hanging out together with them.
This summer, we were lucky enough to head North to one of the player's games. We did the whole batting practice (rained, so I got to miss that!) on the field, etc. We spent part of the day and that night's game with the player's uncle. Uncle Pete.
Uncle Pete had flown in for the series and was pretty amazing. He is a huge supporter of his nephew. Obviously, took time off work to fly in. Involved and proud of him. That got me thinking.
Everyone needs an Uncle Pete. Someone who is kind and supportive of our endeavours. Not just a fan, or a sideline observer, but a cheerleader. Someone who is truly vested in our success, or failure, as it were. A person who makes us a priority. Other than our parents. (Mom,Dad? You have to love me. Duh.)
As I watched Uncle Pete watching his nephew with both admiration and pride, I recognized that in him.
Do you have an "Uncle Pete"?
I have several, and I am lucky that way. My girlfriends are my Uncle Pete. They are the ones who take a picture of the plated food at my wedding, because I was certain to forget. They send me notes, congratulating me when I succeed and empathizing when I fail.
They would be the ones standing by my side when I rule the world, and picking me up (and fixing my hair!) when I fall.
Thanks to all my Uncle Petes. I love you girls.