Saturday, September 28, 2013
I am Sore (sorry)
I was really frustrated with my kids, so rather than send them to their room, I went to my room and locked the door. I could hear commotion outside and a few seconds later, an envelope was slipped under the door. It said "Mom open, from Christian, Inside was a piece of paper that said, "I am sorry" with a little picture drawn on it. He had obviously had help with Cameron. Another piece of paper was slipped under the door that said, "I am sore for ben mean. Love. I love you so mosh. Several days later, the kids would not give me some quiet while I was on the phone, so I went into my room and locked the door. After I hung up, I walked out and found the kids working on their notes so I would come out of my room. So now, when Hannah is sent to her room, she writes me notes. They say things like, "to mom by Hannah, can I cum awt naw. you rock mom. mom I am sore for scremen at you win no dube was trnen culr gro on. Love Hannah." That translates to, "Can I come out now. I am sorry for screaming at you when nobody was turning Color Crew on." Another one: "I am sore for throen a fit mom. Love Hannah. to mom by Hannah. and I am sore for saen yor stopib and I bont lic you." That translates to, "I am sorry for throwing a fit mom. And I am sorry for saying your stupid and I don't like you." As you can see, she tries to sound out words as she is being taught in school. And she often reversed her b's and d's.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Summer Backpack 2013
Maroon Bells Wilderness
7 days, 6 nights, and 2 travel days...
8 kids ages 5-11, 1 teenager, 2 young adults and 4 dads with kids and 1 without
siblings, cousins, friends, nieces, nephews and uncles
rain, falls, cuts, blood, dirt
whining, crying, fighting
laughing, playing, braiding, bonding
and
one reckless driving ticket
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