Our MLK Day. My methods (educationally-wise) on this holiday from school for Zayne were unconventional and random. Our curriculum is sometimes a bit "fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants" on these days off. This also means we incorporate loose plans and probably no forethought to an actual academic approach to education. Morning item on the itinerary? Visiting the FWSM during the FWSSR. Fort Worth Science Museum during the Fort Worth Stock Show Rodeo. Plugging away with a giant Lite-Brites, driving a mini ambulance, laying on a bed of nails, and scaring the wits out of my 2 year old at a 3-D experience meets rows of tractors, cowboys, and trucks. Lots of heavy, gutteral, roaring trucks. We didn't even go onto the stock show grounds. This was just a teaser. We will likely make our way back for a more thorough exploration this weekend.
I'll just condense the whole way home to one sentence. Basically a $6 trip to McDonalds resulted in at least 30 minutes of unhappiness for 3 people. You do the math. It basically equals letting the kids grumble from hunger until we got home would have resulted in the same outcome and so I should have just pocketed the $6.
Home, naptime, and quick FB check later and I have a somewhat relevant lesson plan for MLK Day. As Zayne plays with an online Martin Luther King Jr coloring page
MLK Coloring Page, I told him a quick bio with surprisingly accurate quotations from the "I Have a Dream" speech. (I fact checked afterwards so as not to lose the 6 year olds attention ;)
It didn't take long for us to digress...in all fairness a quick shift to pop culture icons is not always a digression. I guess it depends where it takes us and where we end up at that determines whether it was a digression or an educational ascension. I'll let you be the judge...
We detoured through coloring pages and Mom narrated bio's of Bill Cosby, Rosa Parks, President Barrack Obama, and Michael Jackson. It was then that I realized my son had likely never seen Michael Jackson moon-walk. Well that just wouldn't do. Ending our MLK day educational exploration in ta-da, another "youtube moment" MJ Moonwalk
Monday, January 21, 2013
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sweet & Spooky Gets me Going...
It has to be considered common knowledge that if you have named your blog "On the Fritz", chances are, there will be stages (aka many months) when the machine malfunctions so completely that there is a disruption in service. Describing it as an inability to operate isn't quite the correct metaphor. Life, motherhood, & the general basics necessitate tinkering together the requirements for daily survival. Eventually though the piece-meal quick fix solutions wear out, requiring professional service contract workers, revamping the set up, and getting things up and running again. After new implementation there is that transition-in-training period. Instruction manual available, but vague & personal interpretation & application is required and timely. Really it comes down to hours and minutes. Knowing that the condition of your day-to-day has become so precarious that in order to re-establish and stabilize you must hunker down, tighten your circle, and usually that means that even an outlet gets shelved for a time.
I suppose it was this fall evening after making caramel apples and carving pumpkins with my boys that I considered taking the outlet off the shelf and writing again. Our system for the evening worked well. Johnathan and the boys cleaned pumpkins in the driveway while I stirred caramel on the stove (note to self, next year buy those handy caramel apple wraps). While removing the caramel from the heat, I was beckoned outside to draw an Anakin Skywalker face onto Zayne's pumpkin. I then expertly retreated back inside to dip the apples intentionally bypassing my least favorite Halloween activity (the actual carving). It also probably helped that this years pumpkin carving was NOT interrupted by Zayne disregarding our 5 warnings to "NOT touch the knives" and slicing his finger so that we had a band-aid raid proceeded by a 15 minute deliberation over an Urgent Care visit (such as Pumpkin Carving 2011). However, we did have to hover over Pender in order to allow him to hug the lit Jack-o-laterns with the burning candles inside of them while gripping a warm slice of caramel apple. I shared in his glowing smile, something about the sweet & spooky of this season still gets me going...
I suppose it was this fall evening after making caramel apples and carving pumpkins with my boys that I considered taking the outlet off the shelf and writing again. Our system for the evening worked well. Johnathan and the boys cleaned pumpkins in the driveway while I stirred caramel on the stove (note to self, next year buy those handy caramel apple wraps). While removing the caramel from the heat, I was beckoned outside to draw an Anakin Skywalker face onto Zayne's pumpkin. I then expertly retreated back inside to dip the apples intentionally bypassing my least favorite Halloween activity (the actual carving). It also probably helped that this years pumpkin carving was NOT interrupted by Zayne disregarding our 5 warnings to "NOT touch the knives" and slicing his finger so that we had a band-aid raid proceeded by a 15 minute deliberation over an Urgent Care visit (such as Pumpkin Carving 2011). However, we did have to hover over Pender in order to allow him to hug the lit Jack-o-laterns with the burning candles inside of them while gripping a warm slice of caramel apple. I shared in his glowing smile, something about the sweet & spooky of this season still gets me going...
"Mom, you broke my plan up in pieces..."
Well this week I really did it. I ruined Zaynes life. For real this time. Not like the time I cut the PBJ sandwich in half, or the time he told me "Mom, you broke my plan up in pieces. It's a big mess, and a REAL big problem. It's really all your fault Mom." Actually this plot against him began 5 years ago, at birth.
On Fridays, I let Zayne choose the radio stations while we are driving to our "outing" destination. This past Friday as we were zoo bound, he was asking me to switch stations until he heard a "boy singer." To my relief he vetoed Bruno Mars, but stopped me at Metallica. He then asked me, "What boy is singing this?" When I responded, it was as if it was the first time he'd heard the bands name. "That's a cool name", he said contemplatively as he began murmuring the name to himself a few times. Then he enlightened me with a stern seriousness on my obvious parental error with "Mom, I wish my name could be Metallica. I didn't want it to be Zayne."
I'm sorry son, for some reason, as much as I like Metallica, I thought it prudent to avoid labeling your little rock-n-roll soul, before it even had a chance to develop, with one of the worlds most widely recognized Heavy Metal bands name. I mean that, and a myriad of other reasons I may have wanted to shield you from the possible repercussions of naming you Metallica. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Mom.
On Fridays, I let Zayne choose the radio stations while we are driving to our "outing" destination. This past Friday as we were zoo bound, he was asking me to switch stations until he heard a "boy singer." To my relief he vetoed Bruno Mars, but stopped me at Metallica. He then asked me, "What boy is singing this?" When I responded, it was as if it was the first time he'd heard the bands name. "That's a cool name", he said contemplatively as he began murmuring the name to himself a few times. Then he enlightened me with a stern seriousness on my obvious parental error with "Mom, I wish my name could be Metallica. I didn't want it to be Zayne."
I'm sorry son, for some reason, as much as I like Metallica, I thought it prudent to avoid labeling your little rock-n-roll soul, before it even had a chance to develop, with one of the worlds most widely recognized Heavy Metal bands name. I mean that, and a myriad of other reasons I may have wanted to shield you from the possible repercussions of naming you Metallica. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Mom.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
"Mom, you regot (forgot)..."
Leave it to the one year old to take matters into his own hands when it comes to personal hygiene. I mean what's a boy to do, if no one else is going to look after his dental health. This week my two boys emerged from the bathroom, toothbrushes in mouth, scrubbing away. Our sweet little baby with his four budding front teeth had to hijack one of his brothers toothbrushes. Figuring out teeth brushing via big brother and watching the rest of us, since his mother so neglectfully forgot to "teach" him and provide him with his own toothbrush. I've since remidied the situation. In addition, Zayne brought home a dental hygiene packet from school this week. Lectured me on the drive home about not reminding him to brush &
floss TWICE daily. "Mom, you only told me in the morning, some nights you 'regot' (forgot) to remind me to brush my teeth." As we arrived home he promptly posted the pamphlet picturing hideous tooth decay on his bathroom mirror. No thanks to myself, the whole family is now using correct dental practices.
floss TWICE daily. "Mom, you only told me in the morning, some nights you 'regot' (forgot) to remind me to brush my teeth." As we arrived home he promptly posted the pamphlet picturing hideous tooth decay on his bathroom mirror. No thanks to myself, the whole family is now using correct dental practices.
SmartHome
As much as I know there are endless technological advances available to ease & enhance my daily life; I also know the balance on my credit cards, the balance in my bank accounts, and the disparity between the two. The last couple weeks of advertising have exposed me to an ergonomic cordless vacuum (to which I'm a demographic shoe-in as a mom with a 1 year old), a stainless steel grapefruit sectioning tool, the 3-D printer, and new advancements in laser hair removal. Lets face it, the prospect of converting my house into a smart home is impractical & idealistic. For now the smart thing to do is save my pennies. I'll have to resort to the "primitive" adaptations in my outdated-by-the-minute-modern-conveniences. Wish list, updated. Added right below a new washer & dryer, new car, bunk-beds, and pool boy.
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