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Dec. 8th, 2004 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishI honestly don't understand how he can be talking to me coherently one minute and snoring 30 seconds later.
This afternoon was Gareth's first parent teacher conference, so I took my lunch late and came home to pick up John. He started out saying it was silly I go back to work afterwards, because we were gong to the Book Fair at the school starting at 6:00, and that work owed me several hours because I stayed late a couple of times last week. I said I believed I made those up already, and then he said I wasn't listening to him. He's wheezy and grouchy again. I just left the room and started going over what Gareth had brought home from school. Angus followed me out and said,
"What were you and Dad arguing about?"
I said, "We just were not seeing something the same way."
"Ah," he said. "Must be because you aren't wearing your glasses."
This made me snort. Yes, maybe that's it.
Anyhow, Gareth's conference was mostly good news. He has a problem here and there with fine motor skills and emotional control, but that's to be expected, since he's on the young end of the kindergarten age group, and he'll probably grow out of it before the end of the year. He makes friends easily, and always pipes up with pertinent things when the class is discussing something. He still sometimes gets his letters and numbers out of order or skips one or two when counting or saying the alphabet.
Went back to work for a bit, then came home and got the kids ready to go to the book fair; Angus already had a wish-list. John is not feeling well, and decided not to go. My father had already taken the car on an errand, so we decided to walk. It was drizzling a little, but not enough to make walking uncomfortable.
John had been looking forward to free food there; I was expecting cookies and punch. No, it was fried chicken, coleslaw and brownies. They were very good, but does it occur to anyone else that:
There was a lady reading and telling stories, which they were really too excited to listen to, since they really wanted to show me the books they'd already picked out. The prices were fairly reasonable, so we got a couple for each of them. It was nice there were paper cover versions of a lot of picture books that normally cost about $20 each. Angus got a SpongeBob book and a book about lizards, Gareth picked two dinosaur books, and Avalon brought me a book called "The Rain Came Down" which turned out to be very cute. I picked out "Ruby's Wish," about a little Chinese girl who loves to read and write, and wants to go to university, and "Five Little Penguins Slipped on the Ice," from Gareth's teacher's wish box.
Avalon was wandering away every three minutes - she wanted to hide under the tables that had drapes on them, and once I found her right next to the storyteller, who had included her in her story.
Finally, we rang up our purchases and got the heck out of there. The principal stopped to introduce himself to Avalon - "So this is the little sister!" as we were putting on our jackets. Phew, it's much easier when they're wearing them, than me carrying them all. It was still drizzling, but we admired all the houses that had put up lights in the neighborhood. One house down the street from us actually puts little snow-makers on the roof, and every hour they shoot snow out onto the lawn. Not real snow, one of the owners told me, when she came out to hand the kids little candy canes, but "Disney snow" made from dry foam. It evaporates in about 20 minutes. They have a sign out front with a schedule of "snowfall" and another asking people not to park in front of the display. Fairly elaborate for our neighborhood.
I haven't put up anything yet.
Must to bed. Tomorrow is Angus's parent/teacher conference. I'm much more nervous about that one.
This afternoon was Gareth's first parent teacher conference, so I took my lunch late and came home to pick up John. He started out saying it was silly I go back to work afterwards, because we were gong to the Book Fair at the school starting at 6:00, and that work owed me several hours because I stayed late a couple of times last week. I said I believed I made those up already, and then he said I wasn't listening to him. He's wheezy and grouchy again. I just left the room and started going over what Gareth had brought home from school. Angus followed me out and said,
"What were you and Dad arguing about?"
I said, "We just were not seeing something the same way."
"Ah," he said. "Must be because you aren't wearing your glasses."
This made me snort. Yes, maybe that's it.
Anyhow, Gareth's conference was mostly good news. He has a problem here and there with fine motor skills and emotional control, but that's to be expected, since he's on the young end of the kindergarten age group, and he'll probably grow out of it before the end of the year. He makes friends easily, and always pipes up with pertinent things when the class is discussing something. He still sometimes gets his letters and numbers out of order or skips one or two when counting or saying the alphabet.
Went back to work for a bit, then came home and got the kids ready to go to the book fair; Angus already had a wish-list. John is not feeling well, and decided not to go. My father had already taken the car on an errand, so we decided to walk. It was drizzling a little, but not enough to make walking uncomfortable.
John had been looking forward to free food there; I was expecting cookies and punch. No, it was fried chicken, coleslaw and brownies. They were very good, but does it occur to anyone else that:
fried chicken + small grubby fingers + books
= Not the Best Idea?
= Not the Best Idea?
There was a lady reading and telling stories, which they were really too excited to listen to, since they really wanted to show me the books they'd already picked out. The prices were fairly reasonable, so we got a couple for each of them. It was nice there were paper cover versions of a lot of picture books that normally cost about $20 each. Angus got a SpongeBob book and a book about lizards, Gareth picked two dinosaur books, and Avalon brought me a book called "The Rain Came Down" which turned out to be very cute. I picked out "Ruby's Wish," about a little Chinese girl who loves to read and write, and wants to go to university, and "Five Little Penguins Slipped on the Ice," from Gareth's teacher's wish box.
Avalon was wandering away every three minutes - she wanted to hide under the tables that had drapes on them, and once I found her right next to the storyteller, who had included her in her story.
Finally, we rang up our purchases and got the heck out of there. The principal stopped to introduce himself to Avalon - "So this is the little sister!" as we were putting on our jackets. Phew, it's much easier when they're wearing them, than me carrying them all. It was still drizzling, but we admired all the houses that had put up lights in the neighborhood. One house down the street from us actually puts little snow-makers on the roof, and every hour they shoot snow out onto the lawn. Not real snow, one of the owners told me, when she came out to hand the kids little candy canes, but "Disney snow" made from dry foam. It evaporates in about 20 minutes. They have a sign out front with a schedule of "snowfall" and another asking people not to park in front of the display. Fairly elaborate for our neighborhood.
I haven't put up anything yet.
Must to bed. Tomorrow is Angus's parent/teacher conference. I'm much more nervous about that one.
