Every Wednesday Jane’s class has show and tell for the letter of the week. The children are encouraged to bring items that start with the letter they are studying that week. Unfortunately, I’m not very good at remembering to send something with Jane to share. Today I forgot to send something that started with ‘R’, but that didn’t deter Jane. After school, Ms. Christie told me that at show and tell time Jane said she had something to share. She said, “It’s my brother, Ron! He starts with R!” So they walked down to his class and brought him in for show and tell. Not that the story needs to get any cuter, but when I picked up Ron, he was very pleased to inform me that he got to go visit Jane’s class today. What great kids!
Archive for February, 2008
Show and Tell
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008Ronism
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008On our return trip Monday, we bought some food to eat before getting on the plane. Pizza for the kids, sandwiches for the adults.
Mommy: “Ron, can I have a bite of your pizza?”
Ron: “You need to eat yours sammich, first, Mommy.”
Overheard last night…
Monday, February 11th, 2008“That’s cool, Jane.”
“It’s not cool. [slight pause] It’s beautiful!”
Ronism
Friday, February 8th, 2008He rode with me again the other night.
“I like yours truck, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you like it, Ron.”
“It’s a new truck, Daddy. I like yours new truck, Daddy.”
“Its not that new, I’ve had it a long time.” [Since 1993!]
“It’s cool truck, Daddy.”
Parentism
Monday, February 4th, 2008A rule at our house:
“If it comes out of your nose, it doesn’t go in your mouth.”
Progress Report
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008Peter is getting more mobile daily. Last night he was up on all fours, and managed to back himself into a corner. It won’t be long…
I Like Yours Truck, Daddy
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008So, Jane has graduated to a booster seat. This freed up her old car seat, so we moved it to my car, to make it easier for me to run out with one of them. Last Monday night, we met some friends for dinner (Hi Chris and Sheree – and Abigail!), and Ron rode home with me.
He was very excited, and told me three times, “I like yours truck, Daddy.” He wanted me to race, but I told I wouldn’t go fast until I was on the freeway. “OK, Daddy.”
