Leaps and Bounds

Although this blog isn't fulfilling the purpose of its creation (i.e. to get my kids writing this summer), it may turn into an outlet for me and a place to display photos of said children.

With Mooku starting kindergarten 2 days ago, we are now fully emerged in school (well, the Dad--whom I shall call "N"--and I start teaching next week). Three school kids on three schedules. Mooku is enjoying p.m. kindergarten--day 1 was teary for no one; K reports each day that school was "great" (in her words, "Summer was packed with sitting on the couch."); Q started at a magnet school and, without our consent, seems to have skipped 5th grade and landed in algebra (!!??). Zero to sixty in 2 seconds flat. I can't seem to keep from meddling, but try to do so as politely and quietly as I am able. After a few days of Q leaving the house at 7:30 a.m. and returning around 4:45 p.m., we have arranged an afternoon carpool that starts today and should have them all home before 4:00.

As I was preparing in spurts for the start of my semester, I've had in my head a MW evening schedule. Last night N said, "I think you're teaching Tuesday, Thursday." Right-o. So, I quickly emailed new computer classroom and library instruction requests, changed the Ms to Ths and Ws to Ts on my course schedule, and N gets to coach Mooku's soccer team on Thursdays. Gotta run to a parent-teacher conference.

Mom's view

L, who will be five months old Thursday, is cutting a tooth! Unfortunately, we seem to have lost one of her favorite teethers--the nipple ball (thanks for the tip and name, Melissa)--at a big box store (aka The Evil Place) this morning. I bought the teether through kidsurplus.com for $3, and to avoid paying shipping costs, spent another $97 on cloth diapers and supplies, which I had previously decided against buying because I estimated they would cost as much as disposables. Two weeks and $280 into the cloth diaper experiment, I have free advice for anyone who wants it: if you love doing laundry, choose cloth.

The fat cucumber

by Mooku
Once upon a time, there was a hungry cucumber. It ate 900000000000000000000000000000 whole watermelons and 1000000000000000000000 pieces of broccoli. And next morning he ate a big, fat hippopotamus, and next morning he was way too full. Then he giggled a little bit and did a big, giant buurrrrrrpp! The end.

Mooku's Story

by Mooku
Mooku got three stitches on his chin Friday night. How great is that? Well, how bad is that? The doctor and nurses were nice. They offered some drinks and candy--how great is that?