I really enjoyed this post and I think you will, too: Deeply
My husband wrote it. So, yes, it means a bit more to me that it might you. Still, it is a fantastic reminder that little things can make a big difference to others and that it pays to know what others need.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Free-Thought Friday
I have so much on my mind, I cannot think straight. Some of the thoughts floating around are important. Some are not. For your reading pleasure, here are some of my random (insignificant) thoughts on this Friday afternoon.
I did not like my oldest son's homework this week. He had to cut out his spelling words out of newspapers and magazines. He had words like dictionary and memories. He had 11 words. The words were not easy to find in print. The second option of the exercise was to cut out letters and paste them together to make the words. This was a tiresome exercise that left my floor with lots of paper mess and created frustration for my child.
I hate my kitchen knives. They are new. We got them for Christmas. They make me tremble when I wash dishes. Seriously, they invoke fear in me. I carefully sit them next to the sink when they need to be washed and I also sit them next to the sink when they are cleaned (and not dried). I look at them with sheer disdain and literally think, "I will not cut myself again. I will not cut myself again." (Yes, they do cut everything very easily.)
I have been putting in hours and hours of volunteer work lately. I am the PTO president of my kids' elementary school. I enjoy the work. I love the school. It is almost gratifying. I am bothered that as I am getting busier, I find myself longing to be working outside the home. I haven't felt that urge in a while. I am not sure if the desire is real and I don't know what to do with it.
I am thankful for washable paint. If my Thanks Tank had gotten posted yesterday, you would have seen that "washable paint" was on my thankful list. I love crafts with my kids. Yesterday, I had paint on the table, on my kids clothes, and all over them and on my clothes. Now that I think about it, I love washable markers, too. My daughter lovingly colored her face the other day when I was talking at a teacher's staff meeting. (I sure looked like mother-of-the-year as I walked out of the school.)
My husband's "home office" is a disaster. We had the bright idea to move all of the Christmas decorations in that room when we took them down. It seemed perfect. It would give us the opportunity to organize the decorations properly "when we had more time". We haven't done anything. The room is getting worse. The room is pilled with Christmas boxes and tubs. The items not packed away are laying on a card table. The room has a virus. The mess is growing in size. Not only is it not staying in one place, at random times other items have been put the room. I hope to work on that room this weekend. I also hope to never go in there again. (And for all of my local friends, now you know why I run and shut that door every time you come over. It's a dark decoration dungeon).
I better go. I have quite a few things waiting to be done. Plus, I am about to finish a book. (No, not that one.) That parenthetical statement is for a friend of mine. I convinced her to watch the SEC Championship game and the BCS Championship Game and in return I am going to read the 1st two Twilight books. Do you think I will get hooked? It makes me cringe thinking about it (but I am not sure why). I guess that means I will probably love them. It's worth it, I guess, to know my friend was cheering on my team (at least part of the time).
One more thing- stop by Eyeglasses and Endzones to enter a contest to win a scarf, a $10 GC to a movie and nail polish. Such fun stuff!
Happy Friday Everyone!
I did not like my oldest son's homework this week. He had to cut out his spelling words out of newspapers and magazines. He had words like dictionary and memories. He had 11 words. The words were not easy to find in print. The second option of the exercise was to cut out letters and paste them together to make the words. This was a tiresome exercise that left my floor with lots of paper mess and created frustration for my child.
I hate my kitchen knives. They are new. We got them for Christmas. They make me tremble when I wash dishes. Seriously, they invoke fear in me. I carefully sit them next to the sink when they need to be washed and I also sit them next to the sink when they are cleaned (and not dried). I look at them with sheer disdain and literally think, "I will not cut myself again. I will not cut myself again." (Yes, they do cut everything very easily.)
I have been putting in hours and hours of volunteer work lately. I am the PTO president of my kids' elementary school. I enjoy the work. I love the school. It is almost gratifying. I am bothered that as I am getting busier, I find myself longing to be working outside the home. I haven't felt that urge in a while. I am not sure if the desire is real and I don't know what to do with it.
I am thankful for washable paint. If my Thanks Tank had gotten posted yesterday, you would have seen that "washable paint" was on my thankful list. I love crafts with my kids. Yesterday, I had paint on the table, on my kids clothes, and all over them and on my clothes. Now that I think about it, I love washable markers, too. My daughter lovingly colored her face the other day when I was talking at a teacher's staff meeting. (I sure looked like mother-of-the-year as I walked out of the school.)
My husband's "home office" is a disaster. We had the bright idea to move all of the Christmas decorations in that room when we took them down. It seemed perfect. It would give us the opportunity to organize the decorations properly "when we had more time". We haven't done anything. The room is getting worse. The room is pilled with Christmas boxes and tubs. The items not packed away are laying on a card table. The room has a virus. The mess is growing in size. Not only is it not staying in one place, at random times other items have been put the room. I hope to work on that room this weekend. I also hope to never go in there again. (And for all of my local friends, now you know why I run and shut that door every time you come over. It's a dark decoration dungeon).
I better go. I have quite a few things waiting to be done. Plus, I am about to finish a book. (No, not that one.) That parenthetical statement is for a friend of mine. I convinced her to watch the SEC Championship game and the BCS Championship Game and in return I am going to read the 1st two Twilight books. Do you think I will get hooked? It makes me cringe thinking about it (but I am not sure why). I guess that means I will probably love them. It's worth it, I guess, to know my friend was cheering on my team (at least part of the time).
One more thing- stop by Eyeglasses and Endzones to enter a contest to win a scarf, a $10 GC to a movie and nail polish. Such fun stuff!
Happy Friday Everyone!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
No More Sunbutter
I'm not going to pack sunbutter sandwiches in my son's lunches anymore, at least not for a while.
I had noticed for the last several weeks that he periodically asked me not to give him sunbutter and jelly sandwiches in his lunch box.
It surprised me but I thought that his love of sunbutter was waning. It had been his favorite sandwhich. He liked it so much that he would often ask for it at dinner (as if I was going to let him miss out on the gourmet entree I was serving).
Then, when we were visiting friends this weekend, he was offered a choice of sandwiches. He excitedly requested sunbutter. I noticed and in the back of my mind had a nagging feeling it didn't add up.
Last night at bed time, as I was tucking him in, he said,
"Momma, please don't give me sunbutter in my lunch tomorrow."
I asked, "Why?"
The answer he gave me tugged at my heart.
The older kids in the lunch room notice him sitting at the peanut-free table with sunbutter and they tell on him. They tell a teacher that he has peanut butter. They tell on him every time he brings sunbutter.
The lunchroom aides know about the sunbutter. In fact, I brought it in for them to see and sample. I also asked if it was okay he had it for his lunch. They do not have a problem with him bringing in sunbutter. Most of the time (sometimes I forget), I write "sunbutter" on the sandwich bag. He never gets in trouble for the sunbutter.
Sometimes the kids tell a teacher that is not one of the aides familiar with my son and his sunbutter sandwiches. Sometimes, the kids tell the aides that know. It doesn't matter. The kids tell on him. The aides or teachers have to check. My son gets extra attention that he doesn't want.
He told me, slyly, "Momma, sometimes, I take a bite of my sunbutter sandwich and I hide it in my lunchbox when I am not eating it."
gulp *sigh*
I don't know if the older kids are trying to be responsible or trying to get a smaller kid in trouble. Either way, if they are reporting a possible peanut butter sandwich at the peanut-free table, it isn't all bad.
Since my son has a peanut allergy, I am delighted that the aides are checking about a potential peanut butter sandwich at the peanut-free table every time they are told about it.
But... My son is the only kid in his school (of about 350 students) with a peanut allergy. The peanut-free table was set up this year specifically to keep him safe. Other safety precautions, like keeping all of the packed lunches from his class in a box outside of the classroom, were put in place to limit his exposure to peanut products. His allergy gets attention. I tend to think he is used to it.
His request reminded me that he is a normal kindergartener that doesn't want undue attention from other kids and teachers.
I want his lunchtime to be as pleasant as possible.
We will keep sunbutter at home. And, I think sometimes I'll let him have a gourmet sunbutter sandwich for dinner.
I had noticed for the last several weeks that he periodically asked me not to give him sunbutter and jelly sandwiches in his lunch box.
It surprised me but I thought that his love of sunbutter was waning. It had been his favorite sandwhich. He liked it so much that he would often ask for it at dinner (as if I was going to let him miss out on the gourmet entree I was serving).
Then, when we were visiting friends this weekend, he was offered a choice of sandwiches. He excitedly requested sunbutter. I noticed and in the back of my mind had a nagging feeling it didn't add up.
Last night at bed time, as I was tucking him in, he said,
"Momma, please don't give me sunbutter in my lunch tomorrow."
I asked, "Why?"
The answer he gave me tugged at my heart.
The older kids in the lunch room notice him sitting at the peanut-free table with sunbutter and they tell on him. They tell a teacher that he has peanut butter. They tell on him every time he brings sunbutter.
The lunchroom aides know about the sunbutter. In fact, I brought it in for them to see and sample. I also asked if it was okay he had it for his lunch. They do not have a problem with him bringing in sunbutter. Most of the time (sometimes I forget), I write "sunbutter" on the sandwich bag. He never gets in trouble for the sunbutter.
Sometimes the kids tell a teacher that is not one of the aides familiar with my son and his sunbutter sandwiches. Sometimes, the kids tell the aides that know. It doesn't matter. The kids tell on him. The aides or teachers have to check. My son gets extra attention that he doesn't want.
He told me, slyly, "Momma, sometimes, I take a bite of my sunbutter sandwich and I hide it in my lunchbox when I am not eating it."
gulp *sigh*
I don't know if the older kids are trying to be responsible or trying to get a smaller kid in trouble. Either way, if they are reporting a possible peanut butter sandwich at the peanut-free table, it isn't all bad.
Since my son has a peanut allergy, I am delighted that the aides are checking about a potential peanut butter sandwich at the peanut-free table every time they are told about it.
But... My son is the only kid in his school (of about 350 students) with a peanut allergy. The peanut-free table was set up this year specifically to keep him safe. Other safety precautions, like keeping all of the packed lunches from his class in a box outside of the classroom, were put in place to limit his exposure to peanut products. His allergy gets attention. I tend to think he is used to it.
His request reminded me that he is a normal kindergartener that doesn't want undue attention from other kids and teachers.
I want his lunchtime to be as pleasant as possible.
We will keep sunbutter at home. And, I think sometimes I'll let him have a gourmet sunbutter sandwich for dinner.
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