Thursday, September 28, 2006

The timer helps

tears, tears, tears, "but mommmmm, this is going to take foreevvvvveeeerrrrrrrrrr. I am never going to go jump on the trampoline and this is too hard."

This was #1 this morning. I had him go get a timer (since there are now 4 stuck to the side of the frig) and said do one problem a minute. In less than 10 minutes all of the math was done. He was flying through it. So, try a timer with your dawdler. It may just work-it did with mine.


Why do they put pockets in a size 2 toddler for girls but not pockets in my clothes?

Just wondering...

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

OK I am ready for a drink-Overheard at my house

*Please, I know I am a Mormon. And I do not drink.*


Yes, we had a lesson on stop, drop and roll.

Yes, I do need a drink. A pop will do but I NEED it.

UPDATE: #3 was trying to set a timer for his computer turn. He chose to use the timer built into the microwave. The microwave is over the stove. The stove is gas and the burners were on. He would not stop panicking and would not listen to me. I had to yank the shirt off him over his head chancing getting his hair caught on fire but he would not roll on the floor. Panic is a powerful thing. He was only lightly burned on his back, just a little pink and no raised skin or welt.

I called Cindy for a virgin strawberry dacquari recipe.

and really enjoyed it.

I can go cry now.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Monday, September 18, 2006

Heard at my house


Pants were flying off.

I guess that is what Grammar Songs will do to a bunch of boys.

....verb, verb, verb, I'm an action word....

The Torch Can Be Passed On

My sister's nickname growing up was Monkey Butt. I do not remember why or how that came about. I just know she collected monkies and had a Happy Birthday M.B. birthday cake at least once. Since now both of use are having anniversaries of our (cough)27th birthday (cough, cough) I absolutely cannot remember the last time she was referred to with that name and I would absolutely understand if she decked someone if she was called that name. Now, I know my sister is wondering why in the world is she "talking" about this?

The torch can be passed on. I thought #1 could climb. He got up onto everything. But never, ever, did he use the drawer pulls like a ladder like the girl did today. I have stack of drawers in the family room. The pulls are one right on top of the other. I was sitting here at the dining table working on a Sacrament meeting talk and thought, "Whoa! She is on top of the desk. She is such a monkey butt." Then I looked around and there were no chairs remotely close to the desk. She then lowered herself down, using the drawer pulls, her little pudgy toes stuck in each pull. She was incredibly happy with herself.

Can we change the name to Monkey Baby? There is absolutely no way that DH will go for having that precious girl nicknamed with the word butt.

Off to find a screwdriver to take out the pulls...

Thursday, September 14, 2006

School With #3 Today

This is my entry to win a camera in the "Capture the Educational Moment" contest sponsored by Spunky and Academic Superstore.

We covered trees today. He was quite animated (as usual) and very interested. We read about trees then went outside on a walk-about to look at our trees.

"Wet's wook at the cwimbing twee fiwst."
We looked at roots and branches and leaves. We talked about cambium and bark. We talked about how trees grow. We had to go on a stump hunt. He led the way. Have to check out those rings you know.

I guess we had child led learning with two toddlers following the way, down the street in their feety-pajammies looking for a stump. It was a good time.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006


"Well. I would rather be an EWOK than Leia."

#2 talking to #3 about their new Star Wars Lego II PC game.

I had to chuckle. He would rather be short, furry, growl and primitive than a girl.

Findings for the week

2 tubes of toothpaste have so far been squeezed out into the bathtub.

4 scoops of sand from the sandbox were deposited in the middle of the family room floor--by the girl.

1 cookie dough blob was found on the stairs to the basement-barely missed by my bare foot.

15 bandaid wrappers found in the hall.

My debit card mysteriously showed back up into my planner.

3 cavities between #1 and #3.

Chocolate pudding painted all over the dining room table.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Bzzzzz, Bzzzzz, Bzzzzzzzz

Busy as bees around here lately.

I spent a good chunk of my time this weekend sitting with a friend's child at the hospital. He has pneumonia. I didn't get all the stuff done around the house so I just have to fervently pray we can get school done and the babies won't get into the camping gear from #1's campout this weekend. Or any of the other stuff that needed mommy tending while I was gone.

I feel like saying: Hello, my name is Dana. I love running around like a chicken without a head while tripping over hunks of petrified waffle, baby dolls, lego creations, a dust pile left on the floor from a sweeping that no one will claim, laundry, couch cushions and camping gear.

Today I am attempting the almost impossible: homeschooling 3 sons, keeping two toddler tornadoes out of the mess that was not cleaned up over the weekend, feeding and clothing aforementioned children, tackling a mountain of laundry, making sure the roofers will be able to work on the garage with no toddler intervention or disruption and helping my friend if she calls and putting away the stuff that is all over the house.

Off to work...

For those discouraging days

We got the school mailer in our mailbox last week. You know that little newspaper that goes to every home in the area? The one where school district tells us how great they are doing, yadda, yadda, yadda.

MEAP Scores in our district (percentage=proficiency)

Grade 11
Reading 2005 60%
Reading 2006 55%
Writing 2005 31%
Writing 2006 40%
English/Lan. Arts 2005 49%
English/Lan. Arts 2006 45%
Science 2005 37%
Science 2006 49%
Social Studies 2005 21%
Social Studies 2006 73%
Math 2005 27%
Math 2006 38%

Yes, folks, 62% of the students graduating from our high school cannot pass a the math proficiency test. 62%! Only 40% can pass the reading part of the test. 60% are not proficient at reading. 60%!

There was an article on the back page that DH pointed out to me. Alcohol and drug survey results. Paranthetically is the national average. Grade 12 lifetime use of various drugs:
Alcohol 86.4% (76.8%)
Cigarettes 63.6% (52.8%)
Marijuana 58.4% (45.7%)
Smokeless Tobacco 17.6% (16.7%)

Saturday, September 9, 2006

As terrible as this sounds, I am ready for some dumb kids

just for a day. OK, maybe not dumb-just not so brilliant.

DH recently reset all the computer passwords. He used "peanutbutter" as the password. #2 can spell it. #1 and #3 cannot. DH is gone with #1 on his 11 year old Scout campout this weekend. I have been managing by buying a box of Panera and just not looking in the family room yet. I will get to it after they are asleep for naps.

Well, I had to deliver something from the library/living room to the family room. #3 is at the computer desk holding (can you guess?) a jar of peanut butter. He climbed to an upper shelf in the frig (we have a frig on top/freezer on the bottom frig) to get it so he could get into the computer.

My first reaction: What are you doing with food at the computer desk?
Then it dawned on me. peanutbutter.

Then I hear, "Mom! Can you spell Hot Wheels?" a pause then, "never mind!" I hear a fast race downstairs to the toy area. He comes up with a car. It is a Hot Wheel. He looks at the letters on the underside of the car, types them in and goes to the url he wants.

My dear husband, please, no food product names for passwords anymore. 'kay?

Sunday, September 3, 2006


A few years ago I became a certified Master Gardener. After baby #5 was born I had to stop volunteering. Time is time. There just wasn't time to volunteer.

Mom and Dad have purchased a home a little over an hour from our house. It has over 6 acres. I would have to say at least 1/2 an acre is flower beds. Neglected flower beds.

Yesterday, we travelled out to their house and worked on the gardens. It was good. I learned lots in class and volunteering but nowhere near enough considering how many plants my parents actually have. It felt good to get to garden again and learn more plants.


The days are so different. Instead of mess and homeschool teaching I have a DH working from home and quiet until 2:54 when #6 (who is 10)...