The Sun Did Not Shine

This picture has nothing to do with our current weather situation. We are teetering on the edge of summer, which means that it will hit 100 any day and it only gets hotter from there. You are an Arizona Native though, and you love the hot weather; much like your Daddy.

I Told You so

Today you found out why I make rules. When I tell you not to bring toys out when a certain child is around, I'm not being mean, I'm being protective. I loosened up those rules a bit after you pleaded to me with those big sweet eyes. I gave you motherly warning, but you persisted and then you came home with a broken Light Saber; the most expensive double sided one you have. Your little eyes were so sad and so defeated and to add insult to injury, I did something I should have never done; I said (in so many words) "I told you so".

Yeah, sorry about that, dude. I probably could have been a bit more sensitive in reminding you of why I made the rule in the first place.

The good news is that I think you learned a lesson: Mom isn't a big bad rule maker because she wants to make your life miserable. Mom is a rule maker to protect you.

But I also understand that sometimes you learn by breaking the rules. Today, I think you learned.

Wocket

I guess we can declare Dr. Seuss week officially over; hopefully we'll be a little more prepared next year. At least we had the books, right?

I think I've mentioned this before, but out of all the trees you bring home, my favorite are your Focused Writing Journals. It's hard to throw any of it away, but I have to (when you aren't looking) because there is not enough storage space in the world to keep it all. But those writing journals are like treasure, not only are the incredibly cute, but they give me insight as to where you are at in your comprehension of words.

This week's was centered around Dr. Seuss, naturally. On one page of the journal, you drew a picture of me reading to you before bed (I love that you included the ceiling fan in your room) with the sentence: "I lik dr. soos bookx. His brth biy wus yestrday."

(Hey, you got the two sentence thing right!)

And on another: "My favrrt book is by Dr Seuss. It is The Cat in the Hat Comes Back." You admitted that you looked at the book to spell the author's name, but you did REALLY good on that, regardless.

I can't mention your journals without also taking notice of the pictures. You have progressed in the picture drawing department immensely, and as far as the big picture goes, you are already leaps and bounds ahead of ye ol' Mom. Let's go back to that picture of me reading to you before bed. In it, you included your train table (which is actually in the garage now), the ceiling fan, your door, and of course, your bed. The bed was waaay tall, because it is waaaay tall and I love that you've got the perception to put that down on paper. If I had drawn that same picture, the only thing I would have drawn is a picture from that book, not the entire room.

Also, your people now have eyebrows.

Findow

It's Dr. Seuss week at school, so you've asked me to read a different Seuss book every night with you. Every day has had a theme, today was "wear your funniest hat" day. You don't have a funny hat; in fact, you don't have any hats that fit you. Tomorrow is Green Eggs and Ham day and you are supposed to wear green. Unfortunately, your wardrobe has no green. Since your favorite action hero (Ben 10) wears a lot of green, I find this quite surprising. Dr. Seuss week is quite a bust in this regard, isn't it?

Green Eggs and Ham Revisited

You took a sick day yesterday and spent the day at home with your dad. You were actually sick, but I know you also needed that extra day with him. It was nice to see you excited to be with him again, you haven't seen as much of him as you are used to in recent months and there have been times where he's come over to pick you up, only to go home without you because you changed your mind at the last minute.

And every day I remind myself how incredibly lucky we are that your dad is in your life. So many single mom's/dad's don't get to say that.

Cat Again

You don't like your substitute today because she wouldn't let you wash the teensy bit of paint off of your little finger and you had to walk around all day long with a painted finger. You crack me up, kiddo.

The Cat Comes Back

This is one of those weeks that just feels washed out. Your teacher is gone for most of the week and it seems like my mind has gone on vacation. I can't really say what's going on at school, because the mound of papers I've come to expect has turned into one or two half or not-at-all completed worksheets. You've got a lot of homework to catch up on, but I'm having trouble finding the right paper for you to use. You still use the skyline, airplane line, grass line, worm line stuff. Shame on me for not making a bigger effort.

The Grinch

I do not like them Sam-I-Am