Why didn’t I think of that?

Another storm passed through here yesterday while I was at work, thankfully with no twisters, but lots of wind and rain.  A warning call from my MIL let me know that I was most likely without power.  The woman is in Chicago and I’m five minutes from home, yet she knows before I do.

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Festive underneath

I talked to M this morning.  He and Zoe chatted about how excited she was today because (warning: double whammy ahead) it was Pajama Day and Babaloo Day.  Pajama Day is, well, pretty self-explanatory.  Babaloo is an entertainer who comes in once a year for an all-school assembly.  He farts and throws toilet paper all around and blows bubbles and does other things that preschoolers find incredibly hilarious.

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Or, there’s that

Zoe’s teachers have been telling us that she’s thisclose to reading, so we’ve been encouraging spelling and sounding out words and such.  This week at her Scholastic Book Fair I picked up a kindergarten level 1 reader (Splat the Cat Sings Flat, if you must know).  Last night, she carried it in and wanted to read.  by herself.  So we snuggled together on her bed and sounded out words together.  I was reminded again just how tricky the English language is (we have lots of silent letters, and it seems like “i” is pronounced about a bazillion different ways).  She continued reading this morning, doing quite well on her own, and wanted to tackle it again tonight.  She is determined to read, and she seems to be really getting the hang of it.

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