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Soccer practice for tonight has been canceled due to all the rain over the last few days. The fields get damaged if the kids practice on them when it's really wet. I'm rather relieved because it's cold today. I wasn't looking forward to a couple of hours outside.
The cancellation also makes going to the PTO book sale easier. The sale starts at six, and practice would have ended at six. Not that the book sale looks really great this year-- From what I gather, donations were down this year. The stuff on display in the library yesterday (while I was working there) wasn't anything of interest to me. Still, I'll go and take Delia. The PTO needs the money.
Yesterday was my library day. It was both easier and crazier than usual. Cordelia's class is doing research papers, and they all needed books on the animals they're researching. Those books were in addition to their usual for fun books, so almost every checkout required that I click on a box to specifically approve it, either because the child had overdue books or because the child already had the automatically approved three books.
The other second grade was rushed because there was an assembly due to start about ten minutes into their library period. They all had to find and check out books rapidly. There was no time to think. Then, while they were at the assembly, there was a long period of nothing much to do. I caught up on all the shelving, read a little, spun the desk chair back and forth.
The kindergarteners were very much as usual. I'm starting to know their names. I probably won't know them all before the end of the year, but I'm doing better than I was. The kindergartners have gotten used to me, too. They're more often volunteering their names instead of looking at me like I'm crazy when I ask.
Yesterday evening, the two second grade classes did a concert. (That was what the assembly earlier in the day was for, too.) Delia did a duet of about four lines of "Step Into the Spotlight." Her duet opened the concert. She and her partner were relatively confident, singing directly into the microphones and making themselves heard. Some of the later singers weren't so sure of themselves.
Each child got to do something special, singing, dancing, playing a musical instrument or introducing the songs. They all seemed to have fun. Scott got the entire thing on video. He ended up standing in the back, a good distance from where I was sitting. It was the only way he could get a good shot of Delia. From where I sat, another little girl was blocking her face at least half the time.
Going back a little further in time, Scott had to work on Saturday. Delia had a soccer game, and we got a ride with another family. The weather was gorgeous. Delia and I both got a little sunburned because I forgot sunscreen, but neither of us was badly burned. Delia's team won the game, 2-1. The same girl scored both goals; she's probably the best player on the team, but she has a tendency (all the girls do) to forget that she's part of a team.
Sunday was Easter. Delia surprised us by reading in her room until nine. We didn't expect that she'd do that on such an exciting day. I was awakened at 8:30 anyway, when my cell phone rang. I think it was one of Delia's friends as the person asked for Delia. I have no idea how she got that number. I think she was calling to invite Delia to go to church with her family, but I was too groggy to really register it.
Delia has been proclaiming her disbelief in the Easter Bunny, Santa and so on, and she was on the alert for evidence to support her theories. (Scott is fighting desperately to keep her believing. I'm not. I think that, if she's ready to look for evidence, she's ready for the truth. She can still have fun with the holidays anyway.) In this case, the Target tag on one of her new stuffed animals offered her proof. She does not believe that the Easter Bunny shops at Target, but she knows Daddy does.
Of course, she left carrots out for the Easter Bunny, just in case.
In the afternoon, we went to Scott's sister's in-laws' house for dinner. Scott's parents are currently in Florida, so there wasn't a gathering for Scott's family. The in-laws are nice people, and Delia calls them Nanna and Grandpa. She sees more of them than she does of any of my relatives.
The kids had an egg hunt for plastic eggs containing nickels. There was one egg that wasn't found. Unfortunately, it was one of Delia's ten, so she ended up with only nine eggs while her cousins each had ten. Everybody searched for that last egg, including those who'd hidden them, but nobody could find it.
This year, the hostess, knowing that I don't eat ham, prepared both a ham and a turkey breast. I hadn't said anything because I didn't see why she should have to accommodate me when ham is traditional, but I guess she must have noticed last year that I didn't touch the ham. (I don't eat ham because it gives me heartburn. I can handle a little ham lunchmeat sometimes because that tends to be leaner, but I tend to avoid that, too.)
The cancellation also makes going to the PTO book sale easier. The sale starts at six, and practice would have ended at six. Not that the book sale looks really great this year-- From what I gather, donations were down this year. The stuff on display in the library yesterday (while I was working there) wasn't anything of interest to me. Still, I'll go and take Delia. The PTO needs the money.
Yesterday was my library day. It was both easier and crazier than usual. Cordelia's class is doing research papers, and they all needed books on the animals they're researching. Those books were in addition to their usual for fun books, so almost every checkout required that I click on a box to specifically approve it, either because the child had overdue books or because the child already had the automatically approved three books.
The other second grade was rushed because there was an assembly due to start about ten minutes into their library period. They all had to find and check out books rapidly. There was no time to think. Then, while they were at the assembly, there was a long period of nothing much to do. I caught up on all the shelving, read a little, spun the desk chair back and forth.
The kindergarteners were very much as usual. I'm starting to know their names. I probably won't know them all before the end of the year, but I'm doing better than I was. The kindergartners have gotten used to me, too. They're more often volunteering their names instead of looking at me like I'm crazy when I ask.
Yesterday evening, the two second grade classes did a concert. (That was what the assembly earlier in the day was for, too.) Delia did a duet of about four lines of "Step Into the Spotlight." Her duet opened the concert. She and her partner were relatively confident, singing directly into the microphones and making themselves heard. Some of the later singers weren't so sure of themselves.
Each child got to do something special, singing, dancing, playing a musical instrument or introducing the songs. They all seemed to have fun. Scott got the entire thing on video. He ended up standing in the back, a good distance from where I was sitting. It was the only way he could get a good shot of Delia. From where I sat, another little girl was blocking her face at least half the time.
Going back a little further in time, Scott had to work on Saturday. Delia had a soccer game, and we got a ride with another family. The weather was gorgeous. Delia and I both got a little sunburned because I forgot sunscreen, but neither of us was badly burned. Delia's team won the game, 2-1. The same girl scored both goals; she's probably the best player on the team, but she has a tendency (all the girls do) to forget that she's part of a team.
Sunday was Easter. Delia surprised us by reading in her room until nine. We didn't expect that she'd do that on such an exciting day. I was awakened at 8:30 anyway, when my cell phone rang. I think it was one of Delia's friends as the person asked for Delia. I have no idea how she got that number. I think she was calling to invite Delia to go to church with her family, but I was too groggy to really register it.
Delia has been proclaiming her disbelief in the Easter Bunny, Santa and so on, and she was on the alert for evidence to support her theories. (Scott is fighting desperately to keep her believing. I'm not. I think that, if she's ready to look for evidence, she's ready for the truth. She can still have fun with the holidays anyway.) In this case, the Target tag on one of her new stuffed animals offered her proof. She does not believe that the Easter Bunny shops at Target, but she knows Daddy does.
Of course, she left carrots out for the Easter Bunny, just in case.
In the afternoon, we went to Scott's sister's in-laws' house for dinner. Scott's parents are currently in Florida, so there wasn't a gathering for Scott's family. The in-laws are nice people, and Delia calls them Nanna and Grandpa. She sees more of them than she does of any of my relatives.
The kids had an egg hunt for plastic eggs containing nickels. There was one egg that wasn't found. Unfortunately, it was one of Delia's ten, so she ended up with only nine eggs while her cousins each had ten. Everybody searched for that last egg, including those who'd hidden them, but nobody could find it.
This year, the hostess, knowing that I don't eat ham, prepared both a ham and a turkey breast. I hadn't said anything because I didn't see why she should have to accommodate me when ham is traditional, but I guess she must have noticed last year that I didn't touch the ham. (I don't eat ham because it gives me heartburn. I can handle a little ham lunchmeat sometimes because that tends to be leaner, but I tend to avoid that, too.)