Grade One is three months in and Verity is in full swing. She has had many adventures in her exciting new class. I thought I might share a few hair greying moments.
She has already been a visitor to the office... I picked her up from school that day and not two steps outside she looks up at me and says. "Mom, I have to tell you something and it's very bad..." I looked at her and she said "I got sent to the Principal's office Mommy, DON'T BE MAD!"
Apparently there is a 4 strikes rule in her classroom and she felt the need to test it. In reality there was no big offense, just an accumulation of little ones. Lost her toys for a week though.
We've had tp make several trips back to the school for forgotten coats, mitts, hats, shoes... The list goes on.
I had a letter from the teacher telling me this little story.
Verity has been asking the teachers during recess to go to the bathroom. Once inside Verity decides to spend the rest of the recess in there. She is disrespecting the teachers by not returning outside, having them worry about what happened to her. Please discuss with her the subject of respecting authority.
Well when I asked Verity about this I found it hard to be mad at my crafty little 6 year old. "Well Mom, it is really cold outside, and my hands were freezing. I go inside to stay warm. Why can't I do that?"
As much as I can appreciate that we took her bathroom privileges away at recess and before school. Damn parenting.
There was also the bus incident. Stacey phoned me one day asking me if Verity was on the bus. I was worried because the bus was quite late and Stacey wanted to verify that she was on the bus that day. It turns out, the bus driver, Shelley, had to stop several times because Verity wouldn't listen or stay in her seat. My god, does it end. Lost her TV privileges for that one.
And most recently was yet another note from her teacher:
Verity only received 2/5 on her latest spelling test because she looked at her agenda to spell the first 2 words.
Of course Verity's response to that one was "Mom, I didn't know we were allowed to peak..."
After a deatly look in her direction I got "What if I forgot that she said we couldn't look?" Well, we are running out of things to take away.
On the bright side, Verity is reading in front of some fellow students and parents in the library at lunch today. When I reminded her this morning, she started to cry...
"Mom I can't read very well. I am really nervous." Tears rolling her down her face.
I asked her how she was picked for this task because only 2 Grade One students were chosen, "The teacher asked us and I put up my hand." I just didn't know what she was asking because she said it in french." Oh lordy, that's my girl, act first, think later.
I love that girl with all my heart because it's this adventure that keeps me young. Let's see what the next three months brings.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Seba Beach Regatta 2010
What a whirlwind weekend the Regatta was this year, and a whole whack of fun!!
We had the luxury of starting our holiday the Tuesday before the Regatta and were good and toxic before the weekend even started. Friday was the start of the tumultuous weekend when the Grady family arrived smack dab in the middle of the Family Dance. We were a bit late attending as we were trapped in the trailer during the hail storm of 2010. I spent the rest of the weekend peeing and sleeping in the rain as the roof vents in our trailer got destroyed. A couple fence posts got mangled as they toppled over and Justin's poor toes suffered frost bite as he tried to minimize the damage. Wuwee what a start!!!
Tab and I woke up Saturday morning with our game faces on. It was a well fought battle but I got skunked in the "Red Ribbon" category. Tab schooled me again in the sprint but I held my own in the newly created 16-39 age category. I won 2nd place in all the other races. Tab actually got a trophy in the "Hammer and Nail" contest.... Going to be hard to top that... All the kids did awesome. The younger ones thought it would be more fun to run to Uncle Justin than the finish line, but the older ones all medalled. I really enjoyed candy overloading Tabs kids as revenge though. He He He.... The inaugural "Knotty Mile" was a gong show. The obstacle course consisted of running a 1/2 km in a full sprint sandwiched between teams twice our size. The team with legs as long as my entire body surprisingly beat us... Odd.
We had fun at the parade, Verity was in the parade this year proudly representing the library as a blue elephant. The kids had the exciting job of collecting as much candy thrown from the floats as possible. Justin once again embarrassed himself raising money for the fireworks. This time it wasn't with balloons, it was with a pillow, and big booties. Lucas and Ayla thought he was pretty funny looking.
The kids were lucky Saturday night as Aunty Heather fed them an entire bag of marshmallows and insisted they all sleep over in her tent. What a deal!!! They farted around and played until dark. It was entertaining for awhile but Sebastian was the first casualty moving to the trailer a couple hours in. Surprisingly the rest slept through the night and Justin and I had a nice quiet evening in the trailer.
We attended the water races on Sunday, Grandma Judy brought along as our cheering section. The inner tube races were fun and I taught Allison a lesson being that she insisted I join in the humiliation by wrapping each stumpy leg of mine around an inner tube and run through thigh deep water.... She didn't make it very far before I dunked the poor girl... She got even.
Poor Justin spent Sunday erecting a fence with Dad, Brent and Jamie. Lets just say it looks awesome and even though we can still hear the highway, we can't really see it. My poor native friend can't sit on the other side of the highway and partake in our daily life anymore unfortunately, but every action has a consequence...
I was a big let down Monday on many levels. I choked and burned in the volleyball tournament, tennis was a joke, and I wiped out my son on the back of my bike all in one day. We'll leave Monday at that. I do have to give Verity a big thank you for retrieving the tennis balls on the other side of the 15 ft tennis court fence. That should give you an idea of my skill level. We left that evening therefore wrapping up a eventful and exciting Regatta 2010 weekend.
We had the luxury of starting our holiday the Tuesday before the Regatta and were good and toxic before the weekend even started. Friday was the start of the tumultuous weekend when the Grady family arrived smack dab in the middle of the Family Dance. We were a bit late attending as we were trapped in the trailer during the hail storm of 2010. I spent the rest of the weekend peeing and sleeping in the rain as the roof vents in our trailer got destroyed. A couple fence posts got mangled as they toppled over and Justin's poor toes suffered frost bite as he tried to minimize the damage. Wuwee what a start!!!
Tab and I woke up Saturday morning with our game faces on. It was a well fought battle but I got skunked in the "Red Ribbon" category. Tab schooled me again in the sprint but I held my own in the newly created 16-39 age category. I won 2nd place in all the other races. Tab actually got a trophy in the "Hammer and Nail" contest.... Going to be hard to top that... All the kids did awesome. The younger ones thought it would be more fun to run to Uncle Justin than the finish line, but the older ones all medalled. I really enjoyed candy overloading Tabs kids as revenge though. He He He.... The inaugural "Knotty Mile" was a gong show. The obstacle course consisted of running a 1/2 km in a full sprint sandwiched between teams twice our size. The team with legs as long as my entire body surprisingly beat us... Odd.
We had fun at the parade, Verity was in the parade this year proudly representing the library as a blue elephant. The kids had the exciting job of collecting as much candy thrown from the floats as possible. Justin once again embarrassed himself raising money for the fireworks. This time it wasn't with balloons, it was with a pillow, and big booties. Lucas and Ayla thought he was pretty funny looking.
The kids were lucky Saturday night as Aunty Heather fed them an entire bag of marshmallows and insisted they all sleep over in her tent. What a deal!!! They farted around and played until dark. It was entertaining for awhile but Sebastian was the first casualty moving to the trailer a couple hours in. Surprisingly the rest slept through the night and Justin and I had a nice quiet evening in the trailer.
We attended the water races on Sunday, Grandma Judy brought along as our cheering section. The inner tube races were fun and I taught Allison a lesson being that she insisted I join in the humiliation by wrapping each stumpy leg of mine around an inner tube and run through thigh deep water.... She didn't make it very far before I dunked the poor girl... She got even.
Poor Justin spent Sunday erecting a fence with Dad, Brent and Jamie. Lets just say it looks awesome and even though we can still hear the highway, we can't really see it. My poor native friend can't sit on the other side of the highway and partake in our daily life anymore unfortunately, but every action has a consequence...
I was a big let down Monday on many levels. I choked and burned in the volleyball tournament, tennis was a joke, and I wiped out my son on the back of my bike all in one day. We'll leave Monday at that. I do have to give Verity a big thank you for retrieving the tennis balls on the other side of the 15 ft tennis court fence. That should give you an idea of my skill level. We left that evening therefore wrapping up a eventful and exciting Regatta 2010 weekend.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sebastians Tonsillectomy Journey
Well let's just say that the last week has been eventful (I am now a mouth breather due to the terrible stench emminating from my son's oral cavity). I am half-crazy due to sleep deprivation and my poor son is still on the mend. I figured I would recount all the excitement over the last week for beautiful memories.
Day 1
Surgery day, almost balled my eyes out when they put him under. Sebastian didn't even cry when they gave him the IV. I sat in the hospital waiting for him to finish. He has Dino with him so I know he's taken care of. The annoying buzzer went off indicating that he is done so I rush back to the day ward to see my poor baby. HE IS NOT THERE. They decided to keep him overnight for observation so I rushed upstairs like a maniac. I find my little groggy little man sleeping and again with the tears. (What a suck I am). He looks fine and the rest of the day is spent sitting diligently by his bedside holding his hand every time he wakes up. He finally comes around at supper time and downs two popsicles, 2 yogourts, pudding, and a whole lot of J-E-L-L-O. He falls in love with the sailboat outside his room and we end up fighting some OCD 6 year old for turns at the helm. I also learn that nurses don't like joking about your kids excessive bruising and calling social services... I though it was funny. Daddy finally shows up and I go home to sleep. What a long day.
Day 2
Apparently Seb didn't sleep to well, he is still feeling ok though. I think WOW, this isn't so bad. I come home from work at lunch to check on him, he is sleeping and Daddy is a BEAR. He didn't sleep to well either. I run back to work to escape the moody husband. We have Seb on a regimen of Tylenol for he pain and he is drinking eating yogurt. He isn't talking all that much and is still pretty groggy from the anesthetic. He is up several times through the night. He is complaining about being sick and asking for medicine. I gently coddle my little guy and rock him to sleep 4 times that night.
Day 3
Well I'm am a bit tired today. He is really sore now, and has reverted to grunts and whines to avoid talking. He isn't really eating anything and we are trying to force fluids into him. He is also getting some pretty smelly breath. Daddy took him to Toys-R-Us to distract him from his misery. Doesn't help much... He is now a miserable, cranky and cantankerous Dragon Slayer. Our saving grace is that his naps are long.
Day 4
We headed out to the lake today. I have to drive with the windows down because whatever crawled into Sebastian's mouth and died is really rotting today. He is starting to talk today, still a bit lethargic and miserable but things are looking up.... This will be the last coherent post as I develop some serious sleep deprivation at this point. Seb was up all night, crying and yelling about his owie and how he is sick and needs medicine. He won't drink water, he won't stop crying and I am in tears because there is nothing I can do for the little tyke.
Day 5
We are now ramping up the pain meds. Motrin and Tylenol. He is again ok during the day. He woke up from his nap today feeling alright. Wupee!! Are we through the rough part? His breath is rancid.... but he did eat a peanut butter sandwich today. He doesn't want to go home from the lake but I don't know if Justin and I can handle another sleepless night.
Day 6
He was only up a couple times last night. Yawn. And at least he wasn't carrying on about how sick he is and how he needs medicine. He just took his Motrin and went back to bed.
Day 7
Justin almost lost it on him. Seb is now crying out that " I dying. I dying" He is up again all night. Thank god it's my birthday and Justin is guilted into taking the night shift :) I have to rescue Seb from the rath of Dad though at about 3:00 am because I think he is going to lose it. When will this end.
Day 8
Now I almost lost it on him last night. Seb is still self proclaiming his death, he is officially addicted to pain meds and his parents have gone squirelly. He was up all night again. It's no longer my birthday so I had to get up. He won't drink, even though that makes it feel better, he won't stop crying and whining. I can't even console him with promises of movies and fun times tomorrow. Grrr. Daddy came in and did the rescue cuddle, saving my sanity. I don't think you realize how big of a sacrifice that is unless you get within breathing range of Seb. He is still rotting from the inside out.
And On...
We did start seeing improvements over the next week and finally had a chance to sleep. All I can say little buddy is that I won't be doing that again!!
Day 1
Surgery day, almost balled my eyes out when they put him under. Sebastian didn't even cry when they gave him the IV. I sat in the hospital waiting for him to finish. He has Dino with him so I know he's taken care of. The annoying buzzer went off indicating that he is done so I rush back to the day ward to see my poor baby. HE IS NOT THERE. They decided to keep him overnight for observation so I rushed upstairs like a maniac. I find my little groggy little man sleeping and again with the tears. (What a suck I am). He looks fine and the rest of the day is spent sitting diligently by his bedside holding his hand every time he wakes up. He finally comes around at supper time and downs two popsicles, 2 yogourts, pudding, and a whole lot of J-E-L-L-O. He falls in love with the sailboat outside his room and we end up fighting some OCD 6 year old for turns at the helm. I also learn that nurses don't like joking about your kids excessive bruising and calling social services... I though it was funny. Daddy finally shows up and I go home to sleep. What a long day.
Day 2
Apparently Seb didn't sleep to well, he is still feeling ok though. I think WOW, this isn't so bad. I come home from work at lunch to check on him, he is sleeping and Daddy is a BEAR. He didn't sleep to well either. I run back to work to escape the moody husband. We have Seb on a regimen of Tylenol for he pain and he is drinking eating yogurt. He isn't talking all that much and is still pretty groggy from the anesthetic. He is up several times through the night. He is complaining about being sick and asking for medicine. I gently coddle my little guy and rock him to sleep 4 times that night.
Day 3
Well I'm am a bit tired today. He is really sore now, and has reverted to grunts and whines to avoid talking. He isn't really eating anything and we are trying to force fluids into him. He is also getting some pretty smelly breath. Daddy took him to Toys-R-Us to distract him from his misery. Doesn't help much... He is now a miserable, cranky and cantankerous Dragon Slayer. Our saving grace is that his naps are long.
Day 4
We headed out to the lake today. I have to drive with the windows down because whatever crawled into Sebastian's mouth and died is really rotting today. He is starting to talk today, still a bit lethargic and miserable but things are looking up.... This will be the last coherent post as I develop some serious sleep deprivation at this point. Seb was up all night, crying and yelling about his owie and how he is sick and needs medicine. He won't drink water, he won't stop crying and I am in tears because there is nothing I can do for the little tyke.
Day 5
We are now ramping up the pain meds. Motrin and Tylenol. He is again ok during the day. He woke up from his nap today feeling alright. Wupee!! Are we through the rough part? His breath is rancid.... but he did eat a peanut butter sandwich today. He doesn't want to go home from the lake but I don't know if Justin and I can handle another sleepless night.
Day 6
He was only up a couple times last night. Yawn. And at least he wasn't carrying on about how sick he is and how he needs medicine. He just took his Motrin and went back to bed.
Day 7
Justin almost lost it on him. Seb is now crying out that " I dying. I dying" He is up again all night. Thank god it's my birthday and Justin is guilted into taking the night shift :) I have to rescue Seb from the rath of Dad though at about 3:00 am because I think he is going to lose it. When will this end.
Day 8
Now I almost lost it on him last night. Seb is still self proclaiming his death, he is officially addicted to pain meds and his parents have gone squirelly. He was up all night again. It's no longer my birthday so I had to get up. He won't drink, even though that makes it feel better, he won't stop crying and whining. I can't even console him with promises of movies and fun times tomorrow. Grrr. Daddy came in and did the rescue cuddle, saving my sanity. I don't think you realize how big of a sacrifice that is unless you get within breathing range of Seb. He is still rotting from the inside out.
And On...
We did start seeing improvements over the next week and finally had a chance to sleep. All I can say little buddy is that I won't be doing that again!!
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