All the girls are off from school today for parent-teacher conferences, so I brought them to the Y with me for my step class. E and L were the oldest kids in the kids area and were sad when I picked them up because they were in charge of groups of little kids for a letter building contest (I didn't understand either, but whatever). I waited for the contests to be done and then let them lift weights for a little while.
We picked up this book at the library. I heard the author on NPR and I want to read it, but I'm also afraid of reading it because I think I won't be able to eat any food EVER AGAIN when I'm finished.
I didn't feel like making an official lunch, so we ate fruit and yogurt parfaits for lunch and later made no-bake cookies to round out the meal. Never mind the two cups of sugar in those - oatmeal is a healthy food! Seriously, I like to have fun meals like this - L reminded me the other day about when I let them eat ice cream and fruit for dinner one hot summer night. File this under "Making Memories."
It was shower day (these older kids! They are getting so stinky so fast lately!), so everyone rotated through a bath. We usually do showers, but all three kids prefer a bath when we have time. I moved the coffee table and they spent a while alternating between playing Just Dance 4 and lounging on the floor in sleeping bags and reading. E and L's class earned a reading/pj day at school, so yesterday they wore pjs to school, brought their sleeping bags, and got to spend the whole afternoon reading. They wanted to recreate this at home.
It was all moving along happily until I came downstairs and found E almost asleep. Do you know what an unexpected nap will do to an 8yo? It's ugly. In my desperation, I turned on Netflix and introduced them to Power Rangers. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING EITHER. Anyway, they were transfixed. I'm not sure if this is better or worse than H2O. Who can tell me about iCarley? Is that an acceptable show? Maybe I can refocus them before it's too late.
I made roasted red pepper risotto and garlicky chicken thighs for dinner and we discussed cannibalism and the Donner party. (L offered the idea that cannibalism is tiered - eating a raw human being is grosser than eating a cooked human. Should I be worried?) Then we piled in the car and went to parent-teacher conferences. They were lovely and boring. Everyone is working hard.
C knows all her kindergarten sight words. Her teacher was going through the first grade ones with her, but she apparently got tired, turned to Mrs. B, and suggested, "I think we should stop now." She also got marked down for not knowing her phone number. When I heard that, I turned to her and said, "C, what's my phone number?" and she rattled it off. Her only areas to work on are 1. don't talk when she's not supposed to be talking and 2. follow through to the end of a project. Those sort of seem like normal things for a kindergartener.
E and L are both at or above grade level and rocked the state standardized test. Their issue is THIRD GRADE GIRL DRAMA. Their teacher says it's all developmentally normal and nothing has been serious enough to call us about. This particular class isn't as bad as others, she says, but she sees cliques forming and drama happening. Ugh.