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Oct. 5th, 2009 09:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott took last week as vacation. He didn't get through most of the things on his to do list due to all the rain (it's hard to do things like cleaning and sealing the driveway when it's pouring). He did set up a refinance on the house. He also sort of installed a ceiling fan in Cordelia's room-- It looks great, but it doesn't work. There's something off in the wiring somewhere. Scott ran out of time, so we're having to hire someone to come in to fix it and to install the fan in our room.
This morning, an appraiser is coming to look at the house. I hope he can see through the clutter because there's no way I can clear things up in the next hour and a half. Scott's comment last night was that the guy is looking to make sure the house exists, has a furnace and a roof, and hasn't suffered major unreported damage since our previous refinance. Given that the guy said he'd only be here twenty minutes, Scott's probably right. I just have some house pride issues (just not enough to kill myself working on it).
We kept Cordelia home from her soccer game on Saturday. She started limping on Friday (we're guessing from an injury at Thursday's practice). At first, we weren't sure it was real because she did it in an really exaggerated way starting when she saw me in the school library, but she was consistent, even when she was insisting that she was well enough to play. She was just barely putting weight on her right leg with a little hop that said that it hurt.
She had a twenty minute meltdown over not going to the game. She tried to convince us that she could run but couldn't do it without the limp. Scott ended up taking her to the Hands On Museum as compensation for the game. I was worried that that would make things worse, but she was walking almost normally by the end of the day and was running normally on Sunday. I still told her teachers this morning, just in case, but I don't expect any trouble.
Some time in the next week, I'll be meeting with Cordelia's teachers. They want to send her to one of the second grade classrooms for a little while every day so that she can have reading instruction there. Apparently there's nobody else in the first grade who's reading at her level, and they feel that solo reading by itself isn't going to benefit her.
I had wondered why Cordelia said she hadn't been taught any reading at school. She said other kids were being taught but that she just did solo reading. The idea with her going to the other class would be to have her work with two or three other kids and be able to discuss what they read and to read to each other.
I'm not sure why a conference is needed for this. I approve of the idea and assume that all three teachers (the two first grade teachers and the second grade teacher) know what they're doing. Cordelia likes the idea, too, and she's the one most affected. I suppose the intention is to let me ask questions.
Cordelia has started reading Charlotte's Web out loud to her 'kids' (her stuffed animals and dolls). She's about forty pages in. Her teachers are reading the book to her class, so she's going over stuff she's heard already, but I'm impressed. I just find myself wanting to protect her from being sad at the ending. I have no idea if she will be, but my instinct is to shield her.
This morning, an appraiser is coming to look at the house. I hope he can see through the clutter because there's no way I can clear things up in the next hour and a half. Scott's comment last night was that the guy is looking to make sure the house exists, has a furnace and a roof, and hasn't suffered major unreported damage since our previous refinance. Given that the guy said he'd only be here twenty minutes, Scott's probably right. I just have some house pride issues (just not enough to kill myself working on it).
We kept Cordelia home from her soccer game on Saturday. She started limping on Friday (we're guessing from an injury at Thursday's practice). At first, we weren't sure it was real because she did it in an really exaggerated way starting when she saw me in the school library, but she was consistent, even when she was insisting that she was well enough to play. She was just barely putting weight on her right leg with a little hop that said that it hurt.
She had a twenty minute meltdown over not going to the game. She tried to convince us that she could run but couldn't do it without the limp. Scott ended up taking her to the Hands On Museum as compensation for the game. I was worried that that would make things worse, but she was walking almost normally by the end of the day and was running normally on Sunday. I still told her teachers this morning, just in case, but I don't expect any trouble.
Some time in the next week, I'll be meeting with Cordelia's teachers. They want to send her to one of the second grade classrooms for a little while every day so that she can have reading instruction there. Apparently there's nobody else in the first grade who's reading at her level, and they feel that solo reading by itself isn't going to benefit her.
I had wondered why Cordelia said she hadn't been taught any reading at school. She said other kids were being taught but that she just did solo reading. The idea with her going to the other class would be to have her work with two or three other kids and be able to discuss what they read and to read to each other.
I'm not sure why a conference is needed for this. I approve of the idea and assume that all three teachers (the two first grade teachers and the second grade teacher) know what they're doing. Cordelia likes the idea, too, and she's the one most affected. I suppose the intention is to let me ask questions.
Cordelia has started reading Charlotte's Web out loud to her 'kids' (her stuffed animals and dolls). She's about forty pages in. Her teachers are reading the book to her class, so she's going over stuff she's heard already, but I'm impressed. I just find myself wanting to protect her from being sad at the ending. I have no idea if she will be, but my instinct is to shield her.
