Mom, I forgot to mention…

Every single one of us has experienced the dreaded last-minute mention of some pertinent document or project or homework assignment at the most inopportune time.

Allow me to state this one important fact: if you allow them to disrupt you, they will never learn.

Let me also say: I fail miserably at this. Continue Reading

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Little big-kid adventures

Yesterday I had to pick up my 9 year old at her school. She had an activity for 25 minutes past her bus departure and so I drove over with my mom to wait for her outside the schoolyard.

On the way home we got stuck behind a streetcar. About halfway between my daughter’s school and our street, at a big intersection, I see a group of boys getting on the tram.

One kid waves to us like a maniac as he approaches the back doors.

I look closer. Continue Reading

Last ditch effort for school – the money jar

I know everyone is counting the days (hours, minutes…) before summer vacation begins, but we’re not quite there yet. And one thing that seems more prevalent this time of year, so close to the finish line, is the endless need for cash and coins.

There are so many field trips, fundraising functions and pizza/ice-cream/hotdog days in the last few weeks of school that my regular money jar, which I neglect somewhat during the early spring days, is empty.

We’re back to it now. Small bills (10s and 5s) as well as coins are placed in there everytime I open my wallet.

cash for school

cash for school

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Tween milestones – taking the local transit, part 1

(I asked my son for permission to write about this topic and he said it was ok.)

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As a new mom, when the first baby arrives, we anticipate and log and share and take pictures of every tiny little milestone they accomplish, and it’s the most exciting thing ever. Right? Then a second, third or more baby is born and you’re too tired to care whether she took a step earlier or later than her brother. You still notice the milestones, of course, they just don’t get quite the same attention anymore.

My oldest is 11 and I once again feel like the parent I was when he was an infant/toddler/preschooler. There are so many things going on with him, it’s almost impossible not to notice how much he’s grown and learned over the last couple of years.

And now, we are standing on the threshold of a new type of independence. My baby has grown up and he’s about to leave me. On a streetcar, and only until the end of the school day, but still. It feels like a big step, and me being me, I wanted to prepare him adequately for this new method of independent travel. Continue Reading

Horrible, terrible, no good school day that wasn’t horrible after all

Here in North America, there’s a book many parents have read to their preschoolers about a horrible day. It’s called “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” by Judith Viorst.

Some people don’t like this book. (I do.)

Along the lines of a similar theme, there’s the Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle.

Both of these books deal with bad moods in a unique way.

These titles are what I thought of the other day when my son jumped off the bus and announced, again, that his day was horrible. Continue Reading

Stupid, stupide…the bilingual kid and his use of words

A funny thing happened with my extended French 5th grader.

The usual complaining about homework (of which he has very little) resulted in shoddy work that was illegible (to me) and unacceptable (to me) because that’s just the kind of mom I am.  So I made him re-write it.

He was unimpressed.

I left him to it.

Later, much later, I picked up the sheet he was working on. That’s when I noticed just how proud I am of that kid.

He re-did the work somewhat acceptably (slightly neater).  But to add some effect and to emphasize his annoyance (with the homework, we me, with the entire public school system), he bordered the entire page with insults.

FRENCH insults.

He wrote all the insulting words in French.

lol