The Grouchies

Day 302

Another trip to the kindergarten hallway reveals they have been reading The Grouchy Ladybug.  If you can translate the following kindergarten spelling, you will see it reads “I feel grouchy when I am at school.”  With three student days to go, kids who are already mentally on vacation, and final grades due tomorrow, I think it’s fair to say he’s not the only one.

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Laughter Therapy

Day 301

Every once in a while, when I’m having an off day, I like to go down to the kindergarten and first grade hallway to check out the work hanging there.  Sometimes I don’t even have to know what it’s supposed to be before I start to feel better.

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Spinning Wheel Stories

Edited to add:  Apparently I forgot to push the publish button on this last night (May 20).  It was typed up and I thought I published it yesterday.  Major brain fade.

Day 299

 One of the few things guaranteed to captivate second graders during the last few days of school (or anytime, really).

Toss in The Goat in the Rug or Rumpelstiltskin and you’ve sneaked in a real lesson painlessly touching on the clothing production process and simple machines (wheel and axle).

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The book:  A freebie by Alcott, although I’d never heard of it.  I’ve downloaded it and will have it on my Kindle for the next time I’m in the mood for old-fashioned stories.

101 Things to Do During a Dull Sermon

Day 298

Sunday morning service can seem like forever when you are a four-year-old redhead with squirmy tendencies.

Today I was sitting next to LeeAnn’s youngest.  He was randomly barking out numbers under the cover of one of the hymns, thinking no one could hear him.  It sounded like a quarterback calling plays.  Have I mentioned I adore her kids?

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The Lady Elizabeth

Day 295

Tomorrow my sister will wake up without the canine companion who graced her life for more than ten years.  Lizzie was old and in pain, but it still brings tears to the eyes to think of having to say good-bye.  We will miss you, Liz.

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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives. – John Galsworthy