tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31441826747694292482024-02-07T05:34:04.135-05:00Reflections From Room 104Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-78970017096909451512011-01-12T21:45:00.000-05:002011-01-12T21:45:07.626-05:00These Are My Confessions....Not Usher (Ur-shur) kind of confessions...I actually stole this idea from another blog, and I figured it was an easy way to re-enter the blogosphere...so here we go.....<br />
<ol><li>I'm a really bad blogger. Really, a pointless confession, but hey, I've got to start somewhere.</li>
<li>If we don't go back to school soon, I might have to go on some sort of crime spree.</li>
<li>And yet....I don't know if I can live out of my pajama pants. I really like the elastic waistband. OH THE MENTAL ANGUISH do I want to work or stay home???...maybe I should just get<a href="http://pajamajeans.com/"> these</a>....</li>
<li>Wake Forest, you hurt my feelings. I'm pretty sure I could beat you in basketball right now.</li>
<li>Hold on to your hat.....I think iPhones are stupid. Why would I want to watch a movie on a two and a half inch screen? Angry birds? Are you kidding me? Besides that, can't you just use your laptop for all the stuff it does? And if you're not near your laptop and are, say, in your car, shouldn't you be, I don't know, DRIVING?????</li>
<li>And while we're discussing electronic devices--(I can see this turning into a rant, so if you're into avoiding this kind of thing, you might want to turn left here..), I think real people should always trump epeople...meaning, be WITH the people your with..quit texting the ones who couldn't bother to be there with you and talk to the people in front of you.</li>
<li>That last confession makes me sound like I'm 87.</li>
<li>I love it when people say things wrong, because it makes me laugh. My brother-in-law used to work with a guy who called Hasidic Jews aesthetic Jews...it still makes me laugh every time I think about it.</li>
<li>If you know me at all, that last one wasn't much of a confession.</li>
<li>I don't have anymore confessions.</li>
</ol>I won't make you any promises about being back here soon, because clearly, that's a commitment I'd have trouble keeping, so until we meet again....you stay classy, San Diego...(name that movie).Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-76264758135903630262010-10-01T13:22:00.002-04:002010-10-01T13:40:14.209-04:00Maybe It's the New Lip Gloss....I think one of my students has developed a crush on me.<br />
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All of a sudden, all these pictures have started showing up on my desk.<br />
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Pictures of me, smiling and picking flowers.<br />
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Teeny, tiny pictures of me.<br />
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Pictures of him and me on horse back.<br />
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Pictures of him rescuing me from deathly peril. That's me in the cage, by the way.<br />
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And then there's this.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd call this the smoking gun. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm figuring this will last until the next time I put him in the dog house for starting some sort of batman/superman death match on the playground. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Which will probably be in about half an hour.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-82398139024504056812010-09-29T22:37:00.001-04:002010-09-29T23:55:43.546-04:00Round Two<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Hello?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> Anybody out there? (crickets chirping)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> Anybody left? </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">On the 8th day, God created the oatmeal bath. God bless you, Aveeno! I could weep with tears of gratitude, but then I might get all stirred up and get the hives again.....</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I was just kidding about that stirred up stuff....I haven't had hives in months!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">However, I will admit to carrying two gallon-size Ziploc bags full of drugs with me where ever I went for awhile, lest the angry hives appear again. I wanted to go all Eagle Scout on 'em....</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, I'm in first grade now, with a new assistant, and I love it! God, in His sweet mercy has given me another wonderful assistant! And I talk to/see my former (notice I didn't say OLD) assistant at least once a week! </div></li>
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Here's another one of my A girls. She sees herself as a beautiful princess. She's seen lots of things that are very far from beautiful, yet she still knows who she is....a princess....someone who's worth something! Oh, keep it, Precious Girl! You have so much to teach us!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The only thing funnier/scarier was hearing his actual explanation... and yeah, I'm pretty sure those are cat whiskers....</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-12992957535828389232010-03-09T09:22:00.008-05:002010-03-09T15:05:58.047-05:00Law and Order: KI - A Cautionary TaleI think Spring has finally sprung! Woo Hoo! My assistant decided to celebrate this by giving all our kids a dollar store pencil and eraser. They came in this morning and found the loot on their math journals. One of my children, to whom we will refer as the defendant, immediately broke his pencil and in the ten minutes I was standing in the doorway greeting the children, proceeded to come over not once, but twice and tell me I "forgot" to sharpen his pencil; to which I replied, "NO, I didn't forget, I actually have something I'm supposed to be doing now and it is not sharpening your pencil." This is where the tale takes a turn--pay attention, you may learn something....After everyone arrived, I then took said pencil to FIVE DIFFERENT PENCIL SHARPENERS. None of them could sharpen the pencil. So twenty minutes later, I had a nub with Easter Eggs on it and no lead. I dug around in a draw and found a shiny, blue substitute pencil to placate our defendant. This is when the crime was committed....<br /><br />Here's the dollar store nub. Don't give these to your kids unless you want to spend all your time trying to sharpen them in a vain attempt to find the lead.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9DOP944X2LbnU9zmiDyMHJMLMkBYiXhTKnt1bpRsjXsdpiEoLaccvDLiHct0Kg0LJMgwkky1XZrC1qiWHlE9sQ2Nqptobq7BnKljl3757_snh8wHDE7VDCjDqDB84J-6F_C-r5uF1h70/s1600-h/DSC03504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9DOP944X2LbnU9zmiDyMHJMLMkBYiXhTKnt1bpRsjXsdpiEoLaccvDLiHct0Kg0LJMgwkky1XZrC1qiWHlE9sQ2Nqptobq7BnKljl3757_snh8wHDE7VDCjDqDB84J-6F_C-r5uF1h70/s320/DSC03504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720273311110738" /></a><br /> <br />Here's the substitute pencil. He had this for approximately three minutes before he had to have it taken away.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgeu-5ISi9Tmlu0T8wfFS53GYprVPXIjlSq75gcyK-VnJPFOumHJSCouTX_-SdJL_N18O7XA9-uzOXocO34qb031jRrF7b0gwhNjUTluUlMgivsvyVqlq0lQbGDPcVZ5aAinDNbMGEq_o/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgeu-5ISi9Tmlu0T8wfFS53GYprVPXIjlSq75gcyK-VnJPFOumHJSCouTX_-SdJL_N18O7XA9-uzOXocO34qb031jRrF7b0gwhNjUTluUlMgivsvyVqlq0lQbGDPcVZ5aAinDNbMGEq_o/s320/DSC03505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720653144998658" /></a><br /><br />Here's the defendant. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5XVFmbrLEaejHPQ7nmLF-mHrhS5arewlUuwKbOG0sdbJXmig5OE0scnz5az-JAIf0iBQLDQY8mFlnvuWJk-ck4DSkKPFRU1vq6Sss3O6L5IGle0khD96gd2kXEb9uyWkOB27man9G-Wp/s1600-h/DSC03506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5XVFmbrLEaejHPQ7nmLF-mHrhS5arewlUuwKbOG0sdbJXmig5OE0scnz5az-JAIf0iBQLDQY8mFlnvuWJk-ck4DSkKPFRU1vq6Sss3O6L5IGle0khD96gd2kXEb9uyWkOB27man9G-Wp/s320/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720922355726594" /></a><br /><br />And here's his victim.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBceRaGekBzAT_cBwSsqn6NhCHHKPmNOyw7Wc-Z8B4WTFF4-edUVXHZOCTvfAgoc5Xxs__8gRQ59OSEbsVekMr5unxBM3bQMkCgnSiB6QhWyCUQdbLUeQlb2HEM1acbPM2iG6u-31b9V6V/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBceRaGekBzAT_cBwSsqn6NhCHHKPmNOyw7Wc-Z8B4WTFF4-edUVXHZOCTvfAgoc5Xxs__8gRQ59OSEbsVekMr5unxBM3bQMkCgnSiB6QhWyCUQdbLUeQlb2HEM1acbPM2iG6u-31b9V6V/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446721156543650914" /></a><br /><br />I'll let him tell you what he did. Note that he kind of indicates it's her fault for sticking her finger on the pencil.<br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-6a980a673ff9de58 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="6a980a673ff9de58"></OBJECT><br /><br />Here's the victim's version of events. Notice she's so choked up at the end, she can no longer speak.<br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-548f89d1a0aacd82 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="548f89d1a0aacd82"></OBJECT><br /><br />And here's the big apology...Sincere, isn't it?<br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-3f94b4608589b50a class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="3f94b4608589b50a"></OBJECT><br /><br />Yes, that's right, in the three minutes he had the pencil, he stabbed someone with it and "it bleed". After I spent twenty minutes sharpening then replacing it. <br /><br />That's what you get for giving out prizes at the BEGINNING of the day...Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-64809903477953255492010-03-06T14:28:00.001-05:002010-03-06T14:29:16.194-05:00I'll Bet He Wasn't Even a Real Doctor....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTKaZnzOP5IVy977gexnJMxDTd_VDBm23wgZDg6jgY4HC8aq2Z3EA68nLpczl04mJDmnpj_zGC9gy-sXFZrrxnnxMZ3e73t5deUQ8zPQgk7PyzxrBnEoGrtmELOKMUIuEPkr2OlPqBMMY/s1600-h/DSC03449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTKaZnzOP5IVy977gexnJMxDTd_VDBm23wgZDg6jgY4HC8aq2Z3EA68nLpczl04mJDmnpj_zGC9gy-sXFZrrxnnxMZ3e73t5deUQ8zPQgk7PyzxrBnEoGrtmELOKMUIuEPkr2OlPqBMMY/s320/DSC03449.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you don't work in an elementary school, you might not know that Dr. Seuss's birthday was this week. That's a big deal around these parts, and I'm not even sure why because his books are kind of, well, stupid. I know, I know, it's like I'm Sinead O'Connor ripping up that picture of the pope on SNL and I'll admit that some of his books, like The Lorax, are exceptional but come on, have you read Hop On Pop lately?? Anyway, my kids lo-ove his books. It's kind of like Nick Jr. in literary form. What's great is after I've read about four of them one of my kids will say,"Hey, that rhymes..." Why, yes, yes it does. So in order to be on the bandwagon and all that, we had lots of fun Dr. Seuss activities. And here is the photographic evidence...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Here's the Cat in the Hat. They made the eyes, nose and mouth themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the green eggs and ham we made. Doesn't it look appetizing? They ate the heck out of it.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's our hats. And you thought paper bags were just for lunches.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">AND we made cute little bowties to go with them.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Look at that face. What a cutie.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Now his hat may LOOK like everyone else's, but it's not. I saw a pencil sticking out of it, and when I asked him about it, he informed me that it was a magical hat and that he could pull things out of it, like the pencil, an old post-it note and a paper dinosaur he had made.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9ljJzZBL8b0V-klUg6F_HOO1RR6e80WNhwBxAZcRGnFivg655LsnrW2RQFmGSgA0vQ7lPnrkYY9CwYS48DOByhQgejgfWSMPpOV0GFs_6T7T3xmd7zRTPNgsC0iPtyha3wOdtkNZ6tfW/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9ljJzZBL8b0V-klUg6F_HOO1RR6e80WNhwBxAZcRGnFivg655LsnrW2RQFmGSgA0vQ7lPnrkYY9CwYS48DOByhQgejgfWSMPpOV0GFs_6T7T3xmd7zRTPNgsC0iPtyha3wOdtkNZ6tfW/s320/DSC03472.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Hmmmm....sounds like an idea for a Dr. Seuss book.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-81387310122138100362010-03-01T16:48:00.000-05:002010-03-01T16:48:47.407-05:00It Was Only a Matter of TimeThis has been a long time coming. I'm actually surprised this hasn't come up before. This is a ranting post. If you know me at all, you know that I tend to rant about things...things I find stupid or annoying, like people who sit at green lights or the fact that iTunes won't back up your music even if you spend approximately $42,783.99. Seriously, is it too much to ask for them to keep a copy? They know you bought it, because they sure won't let you share it with anyone...Anyway, back to the matter at hand...This is about fruit. Specifically, those crappy little fruit cups that little kids carry in their lunch boxes. Who is the moron/sadist that designed these things?? Are you trying to be mean or are you just an idiot? It is physically impossible to open one without spilling that syrup all over yourself. And what's worse is, just when you think you've gotten that little plastic lid off, BAM! you try to pull off the last little bit and it spills everywhere. And this is not brand-specific. Oh no, we can't lay this all at the proverbial feet of Dole. Now, if you have one kid, maybe you don't see this as much of a problem. But when you've had to open, say, eleven of them in a row, it gets a little annoying. And it's not limited to those peaches. In fact, I once had a kid who tried to open applesauce and it went off like a bomb that would have made Hamas proud. Four people were covered with apple shrapnel. They stood there gaping while he proceeded to sit down and enjoy his lunch. When, in one of my teacher-of-the-year moments I ran over and said, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he shrugged his shoulders and gave me one of those, "Geez, Lady, what's your problem?" looks. What indeed. And even if you manage to get that little lid off without wearing most of the contents of that stupid little cup, the kid will spill it all over the table as soon as you walk away. Then your room smells like peaches and everyone who sits at that table has stuff sticking to them all day (Picture Chevy Chase in Christmas Vacation--"Little full, Lotta sap.."). So the next time you're in the grocery store and you're looking at the (let's be honest) fake fruit, for the sake of your child's teacher, realize a) they can't open those things and b) they won't eat them....and head for the bananas.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-37000731033025510682010-02-27T23:38:00.003-05:002010-02-27T23:53:37.642-05:00Yet Another List....<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of kindergartenish information</span>. <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which is weird, because I rarely use lists in my real life. But I like them on my blog....Anyway, here's more stuff you may not know...</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While you’re reading a story, the kids on the front row will stick their fingers in the holes of your Crocs.</span> </li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> On a somewhat related note, they are absolutely fascinated by any kind of lipstick, jewelry or </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nail polish. Boy and girls equally. If you paint your toenails and wear flip flops, the kids in the front will be unable to listen to anything you say, because they will be looking at your feet.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They always use WAY too much hand sanitizer (hanitizer). It drips down their elbows and takes the wax off the floor.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Conversely, they won’t use soap to wash their hands unless you make them. It’s not enough to tell them to use soap, you have to stand there and watch them. I spend way more time in the men’s room than anyone should have to....</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You have to say, “Please take your hands out of your pants,” a LOT.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> They have NO concept of age—it doesn’t matter if you tell them you’re 16 or 100, they’ll believe you.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial;">They like to get tissues, but they don't use them. They carry the kleenex around and end up jamming their fingers up their noses.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Many of them will be unable to write their names, zip their pants, or tie their shoes, but will know all the words to “Shawty Got Low”, all the songs in High School Musical and the theme to SpongeBob SquarePants.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, it’s a really good thing they’re cute.</span>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-71515885850842114522010-02-22T14:00:00.002-05:002010-02-22T14:01:34.103-05:00I don't know why...but for some reason, my newest post is before my two most recent ones. ahhh, technology, we have such a love/hate relationship...Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-32533049905982089052010-02-16T13:09:00.002-05:002010-02-16T13:14:38.783-05:00I wasn't kidding...See....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438905836228233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTMRHcXX2DclpHtDrzqBaGLVjDS3MsDxDKm3vjneqv1WWy2jMYDH8YbwxwXXjrO3m5wsDpCS0vp6mTQb7dgX8lmNi-F15N71iHkjjR_koIlNrMFWKjkEJWitf4DkS-W_x9kvu3mKO4dAv/s320/olivia+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div> I told ya.....</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438905425648385330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmBuwTElKFbTrWFixCimpO7nVgXjaXwtKYM-YrF1aSlvAgnnaVo2UmQKG8RjLehZpvl5uCGw6gTgtPE6PfnXr4gdNTxJ4bAaGzkUC4T15w6bL1n8Q6fspvAfCENN1TUbExskSfsg-N49H/s320/olivia+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div> </div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-40153609352617002162010-02-11T19:46:00.008-05:002010-02-11T21:29:44.812-05:00Feel the LoveSee this one here? <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437163809865391970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbQi34-7HbwvA_v1QMiOra5mBmzWlZa_kP9u4ZmkyEPPVu9h_w9tkFR1shWiuM-4jTIjULMCQeFzoJPfOvRHBpCg3Qcg5wzAfe5TLBnad1ql79wqDyud0fX3wMlZFKSSML271D9OGbTgX/s320/DSC02875.JPG" />Isn't she cute?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437163056025180530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrMmyna0z5EVGAThuqypVYP5_aj1BCT20RIoNnxNSbu2qxeBHQjszdsATawtb3Jy6mTubPQwykn0NcSf4jlAFn_FvuWPPGR_d7qSjYcopHoxI3fkUnMGXQ-syeUPQ8eHJReDQOK8LfeQ6/s320/DSC03057.JPG" /><br />I love this girl.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437159201377111250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisicpEYvC9tubhslIgOqK5lOCyQD7Dtcq-vcizCISJJPxwlNgjcsUjlexCN2W0o3EOq9Tok0SuOlPhUNIuNhRN6YARKiaLD5o1INAHNeqYmebr-BxSiW21Sv925Nra4etRUOX74Za8Vxki/s320/DSC03138.JPG" />For so many, many reasons.<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437156781471610386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6x434hhh6QIt2wpHsv7kmyioa8FFqRnTCXTZn5ZZ7KLbDqrIsEx2OvFIS9F7QstfWdAqAMoTBJgGPDNwKJY5hlXwautoNdAN5NEySJbuvSvI7rKkQq6mtRETJDejudjwQGmC5GTRVz3X/s320/DSC03150.JPG" />I really, truly love them all... </p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437153734720088786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSQG4AI-ZLIT2NgIjS9fUzYTtW2M7GnTYj22RAsrgjjKor6cTyosFq4Dy4JF9J2uOBsJuYEMbgEQtEWWTbyDYR0xIARr_3zLfodFkBFr7iLHiTc4m_oChNFG4Sk_McXjLRaM_3TDmn5JM/s320/DSC03232.JPG" /><br /> But let me tell you some reasons why I love this one...<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFXvpOpKlP2jOph9EnBn-hlZSoSBEBgosWfgsTf-CEGFzwr9H9E16gS-pwaCoKO5zpiiW6COeAwBI6GHQBGpzqNkj_COQzJqhVdCjXJpN19scR0laVqGcabB5zNVcKCqoft7M8B3xmFml/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437153299530443682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFXvpOpKlP2jOph9EnBn-hlZSoSBEBgosWfgsTf-CEGFzwr9H9E16gS-pwaCoKO5zpiiW6COeAwBI6GHQBGpzqNkj_COQzJqhVdCjXJpN19scR0laVqGcabB5zNVcKCqoft7M8B3xmFml/s320/DSC03235.JPG" /></a> </p><ul><li>Her hair cut. She runs around like a whirling dervish and her hair falls right back into place.</li><li>She tells me she loves me about 37 times a day.</li><li>Sometimes she gets up and hugs me when I'm in the middle of teaching.</li><li>She says "samlich" instead of sandwich.</li><li>She tells me she "very likes" stuff, as in, "Missth Quallsth, I very like your shirt!"</li><li>Her outfits. Last week she came in wearing a striped shirt, polka dot leggings and plaid shoes.</li><li>One time, she came into the classroom carrying her lunch tray with a ring of macaroni and cheese around her mouth because she had been eating it like a little puppy as she walked down the hall.</li><li>Whenever I even briefly mention the first letter in her name, she interrupts me about seventeen times saying "Hey! That's just like in MY name!"</li><li>Sometimes she calls my assistant Conrad....no Mrs.</li><li>When she jumps in a leaf pile, she swims out of it like she's in a pool.</li><li>Just today, she told me to fix her red crayon because it wasn't "shark". That means sharp.</li></ul><p>Now don't you wish you had one like her?</p><p>Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.</p><p></p>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-67890800759714783412010-02-10T20:32:00.010-05:002010-02-22T10:26:50.816-05:00Why You Should Always Have a Camera Ready...Here is another awesome thing about kindergartners.....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436801915048048354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3cMTlPyDJEQbo0_uc7E9T4IhxSqk9PP5U40flTZy5CkTNvWVSqLYGwR1rjOSpHi9Q7atgL19_XK34yso6JG-GNx_9PCTCyj4GdfZmFp61nSA2x8azSeoOauD56asMklAH71wwbPOdwpH/s320/DSC03059.JPG" border="0" />You can put stuff in their centers...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436801439167439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRZTdF47jyRKcV9VZANU_-faEwADcnVATM0rE9nFFLm-xCet1WSb6KdquXaQ5Xuqq4JLOzE5KkixPrngq5jPlPVVacIXrXH3X-6q4veV5A6_q3FBOMOFa3YrHoMvRhyhW-EOxl-JQmCY3/s320/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" />like these glasses, <div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436800917662948866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEB_X_3rwvhzZIQ3lGmIerOcHfim2udVMhR1YIMST__5IokxsNh8eG5uXQ9DKN_9Wnux0WIwR83JJBG21J54gDKiee198K8jGsTU_z66iqbsVRuWEpNTROrTGFy3zw_BwWepfPqBCN96d/s320/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" />or these headphones,<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436796483674259138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4FUgFYk2aUT_2u8bqXYML9n4tRXXHYC3EeNy2BXRwB7_P9IQ6bSwRbmVsF-UCfjWYEua-H5hFDCAs9t9wwNWxc_OwISKUFygx4IFTOKXeFu0Ny1_kQ6Na0Dr48jEv2Yorh7Bo9y66RSh/s320/DSC03217.JPG" border="0" />or these scarves....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441086126398879538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAYEtfrL1Uces65iX5RxexYVe4zPg4oB7IL__rHwgYpCbD7_43y58GqfWizWT7pm0ATDdyQN23hmSrqaqih2GlOXW4hIaWhoPr0kxEEzF2BbYIXxzN_ulMXrnuSZUncV3JGswvMtD3wAZ/s320/DSC03205.JPG" border="0" />Or this awesome ensemble....<br /><br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794217938677410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NLGbbiMmicB0drbMa5aF9Owl7j4TVVFy5EAkOzNfwdt-BEZ4Bx2aALISXmuAoXOnUEkXY_a4SgBM2UN0jHSnMljSdc5hpq3YYbLGsuTKotiPuRbb7wXF6Vky8wP8sK-vE6lG-tilH1Ca/s320/DSC03436.JPG" border="0" />And they'll put it on.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436793862137518914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pqiRguA9ek-diNENzgUZgW_j_NSjwPUHnLITj3ZER06PcBdBCQYwTBuVcyQkAgzMXxYuwHoQylhlOhjy3LrCms4usrBt-qLmBTP_KHl3MoQAh5x1j0WOFi3C_mmi4IljAQFZZCrmHnMc/s320/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" /><br />You don't even have to ask.....You just have to try to keep a straight face.</div></div></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-54354340565333499822010-02-08T14:16:00.010-05:002010-02-08T14:32:12.235-05:00Why I Love JanuaryJanuary is a great month in kindergarten. There are no major holidays and the kids have matured some, so they're generally calmer. But the best thing about January is that we get to make <strong>snowmen</strong>. All kinds of snowmen.....<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZi6jjhr6FtgvlndLit6T_xzrhwhGb1vlStDWUWqVRxizgE2GQMEK_JU49SHQKxeB4ZwfU3V-rQoZsTENNViSdTE00hE6zWVkZjD48__q8P1pKbuvXZoidtHaN7oTVPJBt2tt-JG7v-9x5/s1600-h/snow+pictures+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955908662247282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZi6jjhr6FtgvlndLit6T_xzrhwhGb1vlStDWUWqVRxizgE2GQMEK_JU49SHQKxeB4ZwfU3V-rQoZsTENNViSdTE00hE6zWVkZjD48__q8P1pKbuvXZoidtHaN7oTVPJBt2tt-JG7v-9x5/s320/snow+pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y0CvGe5l1iwuXQsvf-KN7aq3OZsrznbCSgSCkgV0vJ-tWRHv4eD7T9S3ogyJxSttCaD_ZHqGkRlNwlxKC5FPH0PwZIvQvgQr9kEP4b9vquGioVsMuMFTYmLZ7dxNwAh_QO_6W85AlybC/s1600-h/snow+pictures+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955718144664962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y0CvGe5l1iwuXQsvf-KN7aq3OZsrznbCSgSCkgV0vJ-tWRHv4eD7T9S3ogyJxSttCaD_ZHqGkRlNwlxKC5FPH0PwZIvQvgQr9kEP4b9vquGioVsMuMFTYmLZ7dxNwAh_QO_6W85AlybC/s320/snow+pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixDZ5TIEk_qiPcCp1IRm4E85vyh5JrpbZPJtkbc_9EtRKBe77seoFvqrIq9pF-FZAztfacDWVgSimvsuOCmfh_bgw5j6zJxx9Ibq_TwTJjQCCJyakcT6SfCg1yKwZQ668zfViNZkjo1IO/s1600-h/snow+pictures+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955559239214642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixDZ5TIEk_qiPcCp1IRm4E85vyh5JrpbZPJtkbc_9EtRKBe77seoFvqrIq9pF-FZAztfacDWVgSimvsuOCmfh_bgw5j6zJxx9Ibq_TwTJjQCCJyakcT6SfCg1yKwZQ668zfViNZkjo1IO/s320/snow+pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVjerOYs6Rtf-nCfZdtRPipQq9hyphenhyphengCLstK4uIuNbiwhas4nCK1boMgmzs3g81CnwIXebeNyRCLDx2yDFD2Ef46A1idJSy2V9uuWKhqx8PfP8omF8xqA-e-fLru9q2ciefXy74uNhskDFy/s1600-h/snow+pictures+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955357285279746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVjerOYs6Rtf-nCfZdtRPipQq9hyphenhyphengCLstK4uIuNbiwhas4nCK1boMgmzs3g81CnwIXebeNyRCLDx2yDFD2Ef46A1idJSy2V9uuWKhqx8PfP8omF8xqA-e-fLru9q2ciefXy74uNhskDFy/s320/snow+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYEKTMJhbRe0z2H2EGFev23iityNrNZPbeIdtMdpxKkCX6t5NcFuUEdDRgEUZc_pXtnyPpAGpjUK4a3d0b4Dkcjk4cn7nzGJPQt_A8qW-09IMOQaLD7Fmq2JZapsKJK-rEsiOYao577MD/s1600-h/snow+pictures+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955110570514898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYEKTMJhbRe0z2H2EGFev23iityNrNZPbeIdtMdpxKkCX6t5NcFuUEdDRgEUZc_pXtnyPpAGpjUK4a3d0b4Dkcjk4cn7nzGJPQt_A8qW-09IMOQaLD7Fmq2JZapsKJK-rEsiOYao577MD/s320/snow+pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilGc3JGxLnX5bepzsU-ECkQL60ctr_IeWdhPsk7NWPfZT-Pro0KoQBl5lM9GUPR9qNSnNpaXxHmCeQ3x24vCZ4V7mg8luHqwvnBwmqAUmHDAl_6S0CL2gQ096MF094_3gab81sWJOVf8i/s1600-h/snow+pictures+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435954853232300930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilGc3JGxLnX5bepzsU-ECkQL60ctr_IeWdhPsk7NWPfZT-Pro0KoQBl5lM9GUPR9qNSnNpaXxHmCeQ3x24vCZ4V7mg8luHqwvnBwmqAUmHDAl_6S0CL2gQ096MF094_3gab81sWJOVf8i/s320/snow+pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OiXpEjJKfC3B1dM28FpbHhD61eL4EeyCYQkTrRhJ8jLbfxdHzD8G-ORvoVEkthtsUWHIuHxo_ojPmdn4Uw8olziqSsMqML34s4qsb5idItjUGjJl3nxiiYNrXSCzb9aEpeujsZIL8Of3/s1600-h/snow+pictures+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435954616003803266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OiXpEjJKfC3B1dM28FpbHhD61eL4EeyCYQkTrRhJ8jLbfxdHzD8G-ORvoVEkthtsUWHIuHxo_ojPmdn4Uw8olziqSsMqML34s4qsb5idItjUGjJl3nxiiYNrXSCzb9aEpeujsZIL8Of3/s320/snow+pictures+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kinda makes you want to teach kindergarten, doesn't it?</div></div></div></div></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-4019800126104853262010-01-29T09:40:00.009-05:002010-01-29T09:59:10.498-05:00I Blame Disney<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u>I swear I had nothing to do with this....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2BaQFwmH7o0as-wTC0fAYU7A7dTymhcCT83831-0Kaoncf_01g-hwVTU5k-83TYR0L1JfxRZavTldkA4ZIFeNcq0h9qoGfWcx8oI28cwf_YZ53NEcdjwmJf6CIun5S5xTDWHQT2spYEj/s1600-h/under+the+sea+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172859993612034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2BaQFwmH7o0as-wTC0fAYU7A7dTymhcCT83831-0Kaoncf_01g-hwVTU5k-83TYR0L1JfxRZavTldkA4ZIFeNcq0h9qoGfWcx8oI28cwf_YZ53NEcdjwmJf6CIun5S5xTDWHQT2spYEj/s320/under+the+sea+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> The art teacher called me yesterday.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR8GRTT_B_RBaSKUR16Scxw18kxJNKXMuO6dGIwPmUCkXacu3nUEd7NvY30vOWXYhsnA-p5tQMEaojL2RK8PzC3PjUmZlsx-YTbkKIhZSADWs1RN87I3aBFWXzRmVC-xa4LXMK-RGpnx7/s1600-h/under+the+sea+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172723953483986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR8GRTT_B_RBaSKUR16Scxw18kxJNKXMuO6dGIwPmUCkXacu3nUEd7NvY30vOWXYhsnA-p5tQMEaojL2RK8PzC3PjUmZlsx-YTbkKIhZSADWs1RN87I3aBFWXzRmVC-xa4LXMK-RGpnx7/s320/under+the+sea+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> She told me the kids have been working on these under the sea pictures.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3NekNpklMsRTXbwYapra_zr0uNsr46RsUwZYSLIogFEp88lqDQha6ouzeGHq6xaRdJYxnAZnyjA-iFbcaUSAifnT9P2guLQtslLsvrY7RDnUVVXMl3wz3U3BO-QpjC9z4cdOjfe5CBgO/s1600-h/under+the+sea+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172598841413682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3NekNpklMsRTXbwYapra_zr0uNsr46RsUwZYSLIogFEp88lqDQha6ouzeGHq6xaRdJYxnAZnyjA-iFbcaUSAifnT9P2guLQtslLsvrY7RDnUVVXMl3wz3U3BO-QpjC9z4cdOjfe5CBgO/s320/under+the+sea+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>They've been working on them for quite some time.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuFoa3lfzQwoF0NADPkB_CQlukQ8UyaLf9BrTtc02gHguO3FFS8NyLBwNrQBiKz9eNPDwvEzEyX5hq_98Y3zp1oalavvmpc1BV7oCRWYjDexeYBDEKqaH3u0RVvm2m12pxX2zP_jf5Oc3/s1600-h/under+the+sea+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172424188779906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuFoa3lfzQwoF0NADPkB_CQlukQ8UyaLf9BrTtc02gHguO3FFS8NyLBwNrQBiKz9eNPDwvEzEyX5hq_98Y3zp1oalavvmpc1BV7oCRWYjDexeYBDEKqaH3u0RVvm2m12pxX2zP_jf5Oc3/s320/under+the+sea+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Apparently, one of the pictures escaped the art teacher's notice.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eQAImzo1b4dGaqpTKJ6dDIqXicnEyNpB_hgXKWG0rfS6eMIWdAe6y45dLvQEErswjNq0OvImEYdYPCHxCsi4OfTOXYCAQyq-FQRpkrAhpxZbqVoHhewphXDEafm5UBkt2lPpNx4ErRkm/s1600-h/under+the+sea+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172259598250530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eQAImzo1b4dGaqpTKJ6dDIqXicnEyNpB_hgXKWG0rfS6eMIWdAe6y45dLvQEErswjNq0OvImEYdYPCHxCsi4OfTOXYCAQyq-FQRpkrAhpxZbqVoHhewphXDEafm5UBkt2lPpNx4ErRkm/s320/under+the+sea+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Until it was too late.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcrH-8Rfx1bOfGcwuMH-cbC9omdOWyNkqqcQ9My0YGaJzZvZLaSrL3eojmM9enhp643s9wAbNLF0igx3aJJYeCCmylKZsMIhN5Be92-MCejI4mxSv7DiPYTwKc3uBnpK6Dk3ViNwrYpBz/s1600-h/under+the+sea+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432172069036966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcrH-8Rfx1bOfGcwuMH-cbC9omdOWyNkqqcQ9My0YGaJzZvZLaSrL3eojmM9enhp643s9wAbNLF0igx3aJJYeCCmylKZsMIhN5Be92-MCejI4mxSv7DiPYTwKc3uBnpK6Dk3ViNwrYpBz/s320/under+the+sea+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Word to the wise--be careful about watching that Little Mermaid.....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>P.S. No, it's not the same kid who did the skeleton. =)</div></div></div></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-14246549561480825562010-01-28T14:09:00.006-05:002010-01-28T16:41:11.759-05:00Fun Facts, Or Why I Don't Like Marvel Comics....It's been awhile since I've told you interesting facts that you might not know about Kindergarten children. Here are some that I have collected over the years...<br /><br />If a kindergartner gets an apple for lunch, he/she will stab it with a fork and try to eat it like a lollipop.<br /><br />They are always shocked to discover everyone in the class is five or six...In fact, I've had several say to me, "Hey! Guess what? I'm five and he's five, too!"<br /><br />In kindergarten, the "S" word is stupid or shut up. They are quite scandalized when someone uses these words.<br /><br />If someone is caught using the "S" word, he/she will often say, "I was just sayin' it to myself."<br /><br />Very often, kindergarten children will rattle off a bunch of nonsense words and tell you they are "speaking Spanish." Many times they will do this to actual Spanish speakers who, oddly enough, seem unphased by this.<br /><br /><p>At nap time, if one of them starts coughing, they will ALL start fake coughing. Seriously, it's like working in a tuberculosis ward.</p><p></p><p>When they first begin to write their names, they will often write them on furniture. When caught, they will deny it, because they haven't figured out that they're the only ones who would write their own names.</p><p>Guest speakers who haven't spent a lot of time with five-year-olds will usually ask the kids, "Are there any questions?" Which ALWAYS elicits the response, "One time, I was at Chuck E. Cheese...." Suckeerrrs....</p><p></p><p>Every time an X-men movie comes out, I have to say, "Take your crayons out from between your fingers. You are not Wolverine."</p>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-43226601503435919082010-01-10T20:28:00.004-05:002010-01-10T21:14:16.348-05:00Psych 101 Rears Its Ugly Head...So, I realized it's been awhile since I updated my blog, AND, since nothing earth-shattering has happened at school lately, I decided to dig around in the archives of my mind (scary place) and tell you a story from the beginning of this year...SOOO, travel back in time with me, if you will....<br /><br />See this kid?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDibBlpKRLxB6T9bwORaTbaSWXRAE-p59jdKPaUFm44_KrWuf1MrF7I2kMkIdjqLRRMm044Wu8PVq4WZE1C3mjREuDNIc8Bqg6KcTv8ISdgmLOATCeMVRFWQ6LZMXjOVJnZvderdd2vTi/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425288637434437026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDibBlpKRLxB6T9bwORaTbaSWXRAE-p59jdKPaUFm44_KrWuf1MrF7I2kMkIdjqLRRMm044Wu8PVq4WZE1C3mjREuDNIc8Bqg6KcTv8ISdgmLOATCeMVRFWQ6LZMXjOVJnZvderdd2vTi/s320/DSC02904.JPG" /></a>He is hilarious. In fact, he has said things several times this year that have caused me to have to leave the room because I was losing it. He's one of those funny, well-loved, confident kids that just makes me laugh.<br /><br />Anyway, at the beginning of September, my kids were writing their first journal entry. I was still getting to know them, so I had them draw a picture of me and write a sentence about it. I do this so I can check out their writing and drawing. And I know a LOT about kindergarten writing and drawing. In fact, I even know a thing or two about art therapy...which means in college, I hung around with a lot of art therapy majors and they told me some stuff. One (of the two) things I learned was that kids with chaotic lives will often draw a circle around their drawings, showing a need to protect.<br /><br />So, back to the journals....I was walking around the room, checking every one's progress, and I had to keep going by this kid's table to tell him to quit talking and get to work. He kept right on yapping. Finally, I told him he could either quit talking or he could go sit at a table by himself. He decided to get quiet. The next time I walked by his table, I noticed he'd drawn a large circle around his picture of me. Of course, with all my art therapy expertise, I was intrigued. Upon closer examination, I saw that he had drawn four lines coming out of the large circle and another teeny, tiny circle on top of the big one. Well, folks, we were in uncharted territory. So I had to ask, "What's that?" He fixes me with this stare (commonly known as the stink eye) and says, "That's you. The monster ate you."<br /><br />Hmmm...maybe instead of learning about a need to protect, I should have learned something about passive aggressiveness and latent hostility in kindergarten drawings....Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-60805096850462760482009-12-16T14:08:00.002-05:002009-12-16T14:19:40.819-05:00This is what I look like this week....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSwsoYPAedsObZB4LhY8QJp2zys4H6IMnaTfDjeiLaM0PrgOjVC2VypzA-tA2q7X_Qlli6-JOIMsTahiv_uRGaVINB-A3s6GAbV0l9VKlXTRHXqcbl9MW5IfkBbtgGeSRn4Ted2qqwvWI/s1600-h/3FZnoU8PUhuljfcnRbxEluOEo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415913532556695618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSwsoYPAedsObZB4LhY8QJp2zys4H6IMnaTfDjeiLaM0PrgOjVC2VypzA-tA2q7X_Qlli6-JOIMsTahiv_uRGaVINB-A3s6GAbV0l9VKlXTRHXqcbl9MW5IfkBbtgGeSRn4Ted2qqwvWI/s320/3FZnoU8PUhuljfcnRbxEluOEo1_400%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> ...not really. But isn't this picture awesome? This is the Krampus. And that thing in his hand is a bunch of switches to beat kids with. Or with which to beat kids, if you're that kind of proper person. My friend Heather told me about him. Apparently, the whole story of Santa didn't make it over the big pond. In Europe, they tell the kids the Krampus rides with Santa in his sleigh and he (the Krampus, that is) snatches up the bad kids and throws them in the pit of hell. Nice, huh? I'm one more "SIT DOWN AND GET QUIET!" away from showing my kids this picture....<br /><div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-38718922787049001832009-12-03T14:14:00.002-05:002009-12-03T14:30:11.282-05:00An Open Letter to My LaptopDear School Laptop,<br /><br />We are no longer friends. When you first came to me, I did not judge you--even though you were worn out from having beer and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ramen</span> noodles spilled on you by some Wake Forest kid. I took you in. Now, I admit that I left you in the box for awhile, but when I discovered your wireless capabilities, I delighted in using you, despite the fact that you had no tabbed browsing and I had to save all my home documents in old Microsoft Office formats. Then you lured me in with the promise of a <em>NEW</em> browser, and I was excited once again....then I plugged you in, and lo and behold, NO TABS. Now you have stopped saving my settings and refuse to log on to that ridiculously STUPID, albeit necessary, pong game called Simple Sign On. Therefore, I am ENDING our relationship...I may have to use you, but I don't have to like you.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Disappointed Hopes in Winston SalemLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-72229433506081387192009-12-01T16:21:00.008-05:002009-12-02T19:02:10.124-05:00And visions of sugar plums did NOT dance in their heads...I am a firm believer in the kindergarten nap. I know what you're thinking--"Of course she is, it gets those kids out of her hair for 30 minutes...." But that's not why. First of all, the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends 5 yr. olds get ten to twelve hours of sleep a night. Most of my parents work second and third shift jobs and don't always get to put their kids to bed early enough, so their kids don't come close to getting enough sleep at night. Also, I believe American children in general are over-stimulated. Nap time gives them a chance to relax quietly for a short time. Finally, the Department of Public Instruction says rest time is developmentally appropriate for kindergarten. Yes, I'm a firm believer in nap time. Or was. Until this year. And here are the reasons why:<br /><br /><strong>The Singer</strong><br />Actually, I have more than one of these. These kids lay on their mats and sing every song we've ever sung in kindergarten. "What is the weather, the weather, the weather, what is the weather, the weather today?" "Apple, apple, a, a, a, baby, baby, b,b,b...." It doesn't matter how many times you tell them to STOP... they keep singing. They are impervious to any kind of correction, short of hurling them out the door.<br /><br /><strong>The Fish</strong><br />Seriously, I don't think this kid is a land animal. He lays on his mat and flips around like a dying goldfish. His favorite way to begin rest time is by backing up and diving onto his mat like he's landing in a deep pool instead of on a one-inch thick mat on a concrete floor. How he doesn't have some sort of head injury is beyond me.<br /><br /><strong>The Reporter</strong><br />This kid has a future as either a news man or a town crier. There isn't a thing that goes on that's beyond his notice. And he feels the need to share all of it with me. "K is off her mat." "B has a piece of paper." "A is touching B's book bag." I usually try to ignore it since I don't think it would be appropriate to yell, "I DON'T FRICKIN' CARE!!!"<br /><br /><strong>The Prairie Dog</strong><br />Now this in an odd phenomenon. This kid is quiet and generally very compliant. This all changes at nap time. No matter how many times I say, "Get back on your mat," when I look up, he's up on his knees, staring at me over a book shelf. I've even tried moving him, and he still manages to find a way to stare at me. I'm thinking of trying bungee cords.<br /><br /><strong>The Acrobat</strong><br />Seriously, this kid has a future with Cirque du Soleil. The other day I looked over and she was doing a full-on back bend on her mat. And when I say, "WHAT are you doing?!?" she looks at me like I'M crazy. I've actually started ignoring the gymnastics because it's quieter than her other favorite past time, which is rattling the trash bag.<br /><br />All I can tell you is, I'm glad I don't have to put them to bed at night....Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-19859878360465293152009-11-18T16:15:00.009-05:002009-11-18T16:26:21.818-05:00I'm sure the pilgrims wore these....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheapz2pEilhU2FA53o7wTrkNE-AzbFeYXc6VBTk4BVA2AyegPYHHXXg2kzvonsU0c2sIzxR5FDWJepi1T69zve4e4yd9Sj_49t5oK_nx2lAYNO9JFDFmUs1HTriQ6NSSAwFZI_zNWIMbx5/s1600/DSC03179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556704874450482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheapz2pEilhU2FA53o7wTrkNE-AzbFeYXc6VBTk4BVA2AyegPYHHXXg2kzvonsU0c2sIzxR5FDWJepi1T69zve4e4yd9Sj_49t5oK_nx2lAYNO9JFDFmUs1HTriQ6NSSAwFZI_zNWIMbx5/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /></a> You know what's great about being a kindergarten teacher?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9uYNUkVDepuZ3vX2yxRbnpGgWs1LB86TxQ3H2WLitWWE7lXxGv6bbZ_3OIXgUAKN5jE-Q44iYd9QkH-iGAKjztc-P9xhpIBgskCQyX6LBtpqw90zJ-P43ZY3DYF38CWCWC8n1Fct_IMT/s1600/DSC03176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556473318940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9uYNUkVDepuZ3vX2yxRbnpGgWs1LB86TxQ3H2WLitWWE7lXxGv6bbZ_3OIXgUAKN5jE-Q44iYd9QkH-iGAKjztc-P9xhpIBgskCQyX6LBtpqw90zJ-P43ZY3DYF38CWCWC8n1Fct_IMT/s320/DSC03176.JPG" border="0" /></a> You can make your kids wear funny hats...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIh7zBL9OzbibbvWhqSmP5M0XASNClTUcGiiYlxmdsDHmkeQDjeOCptabM_1G0WLxdD4HPAO16g0UmA1-g2iWB0hzynpJ3wO9gZRQF9dz0NUrlFIlWmxw1-ncy4uy4FHGoJ3eFJ_M0pmR/s1600/DSC03174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556269283606802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIh7zBL9OzbibbvWhqSmP5M0XASNClTUcGiiYlxmdsDHmkeQDjeOCptabM_1G0WLxdD4HPAO16g0UmA1-g2iWB0hzynpJ3wO9gZRQF9dz0NUrlFIlWmxw1-ncy4uy4FHGoJ3eFJ_M0pmR/s320/DSC03174.JPG" border="0" /></a> and they think it's the greatest thing ever.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozjS-EztB6jZGSnGrhJbUgNLbHiPq6j84aGUO9UhMYQRRqGk4jS-rEWnp5kO9RZIhwaJivZNPlaV-H0CufxmQjPn6gx_uQG6RVsRKvR6A8SdK2xNWMsiVMyVqxp8qqRtLiMAZRwUe2ifW/s1600/DSC03169.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555972536476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozjS-EztB6jZGSnGrhJbUgNLbHiPq6j84aGUO9UhMYQRRqGk4jS-rEWnp5kO9RZIhwaJivZNPlaV-H0CufxmQjPn6gx_uQG6RVsRKvR6A8SdK2xNWMsiVMyVqxp8qqRtLiMAZRwUe2ifW/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nothing says "Thanksgiving" like a giant, construction paper turkey hat. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds_qK4Y5WHbwKsbn659MHiou0GBUNu4cZxFXSKZ59jxCdkrMZRjoX9BUAgzjqS22BW9VM544cGYJZNJdUNk7g4DLvXUAZhn-0DEi3v9GiOHEizhklIJWa8zbetU2bDLSZ4zc_8hfYAOm-/s1600/DSC03170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555773332805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds_qK4Y5WHbwKsbn659MHiou0GBUNu4cZxFXSKZ59jxCdkrMZRjoX9BUAgzjqS22BW9VM544cGYJZNJdUNk7g4DLvXUAZhn-0DEi3v9GiOHEizhklIJWa8zbetU2bDLSZ4zc_8hfYAOm-/s320/DSC03170.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Turkey Day, y'all. </div></div></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-91999859658975275882009-11-16T13:07:00.004-05:002009-11-16T14:29:41.916-05:00Good thing these kids can't read minds....It's Monday. And it happens to be an especially Mondayish kind of Monday. As my assistant would say, these kids are wilder than 15 bucks. I love my job. I really do. But there are times where I am feeling less than patient with these children. These sweet, innocent, adorable children. Shocking, I know. However, I try to keep a calm exterior and only say what I'm REALLY thinking to myself. So here's a post I'll call WHAT I SAY/WHAT I THINK....<br /><br />WHAT I SAY....<br />Remember, raise your hand when you need something.<br /><br />WHAT I THINK.....<br />If you say my name one more time, I'm changing it and not telling you what it is.<br /><br />WHAT I SAY....<br />Eyes on me when I'm talking...<br /><br />WHAT I THINK.....<br />Oh my LANTA, can you focus for 15 consecutive seconds?!?!?!?<br /><br />WHAT I SAY....<br />Cover your mouth when you cough.<br /><br />WHAT I THINK....<br />AGGGGHHHHHHHH! I spend half my pay check on antibiotics, now quit getting your germs on me!!!<br /><br />WHAT I SAY.....<br />Let's get quiet.<br /><br />WHAT I THINK.....<br />Oh my LORD, do you ever shut up?!?!?!?<br /><br />and finally,<br /><br />WHAT I SAY....<br />Please go sit down.<br /><br />WHAT I THINK....<br />Poke me one more time and see what happens...<br /><br />Happy Monday!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-35761865416751792852009-11-06T11:33:00.011-05:002009-11-06T15:11:36.476-05:00How to Eat A Peanut Butter SandwichHave you ever seen a kindergartner eat a peanut butter sandwich?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFZ7fEcOt1YFzMFFNdejlVBMU7kZ1C0LKJ6FuuniyorYf9DVNvIETfXGcoUuFQ1UjWUcvivBFOpfFgDj6pw-SRaBIDthXoz-5Kgc_dvSP2l_6j2NY9rq1nQgTH8VKvKrGRUPVpyT_Fl2T/s1600-h/DSC03151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401031049796307266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFZ7fEcOt1YFzMFFNdejlVBMU7kZ1C0LKJ6FuuniyorYf9DVNvIETfXGcoUuFQ1UjWUcvivBFOpfFgDj6pw-SRaBIDthXoz-5Kgc_dvSP2l_6j2NY9rq1nQgTH8VKvKrGRUPVpyT_Fl2T/s320/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" /></a> They don't eat from one side to the other.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_xCWYBoMtovOVe9x9NrxVa7-oZS4k2n8YzWX2LdCBJGZ-81mJhVkxoA5qdeWSUrpsJEgrSGgsadyOwAr7STXB-CEbSiPqC4b9gWbg6DFrywXJ-f8xliOR2tkOpZ5Rv_Pb5ff7w5mpOWv/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401030884040500770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_xCWYBoMtovOVe9x9NrxVa7-oZS4k2n8YzWX2LdCBJGZ-81mJhVkxoA5qdeWSUrpsJEgrSGgsadyOwAr7STXB-CEbSiPqC4b9gWbg6DFrywXJ-f8xliOR2tkOpZ5Rv_Pb5ff7w5mpOWv/s320/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /></a> They eat straight into it. And the peanut butter makes big swirls on their cheeks. </div><div>This is what it looks like when they're done.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIN10MQM_qOtvEY1pDmkl0Dxg3mblspOSVJV5Spu8Bw-e-f6A9d_8uTp0NUeQ0XLvgN620UJQ3LugQKBLpEMun7u253vnS-j1tVWu0MhLA5JE3ApjP48BddXWFhjNqmdXs2HdxsIb_TBf/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401030643803273218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIN10MQM_qOtvEY1pDmkl0Dxg3mblspOSVJV5Spu8Bw-e-f6A9d_8uTp0NUeQ0XLvgN620UJQ3LugQKBLpEMun7u253vnS-j1tVWu0MhLA5JE3ApjP48BddXWFhjNqmdXs2HdxsIb_TBf/s320/DSC03159.JPG" border="0" /></a>And this is what they look like.<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401030484408167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFad9FP6Gf-63-X29IdXQfx0dfWIDW4oX6NUwud_4qaI4PPs49APnlPc76Ve036Yybq6sUNifzLFposiYV8PZv6ZQN-n7y7FrKKTxum9SAUfDAWxe7RlB6c_ZtXmgKPgCCyg23z1ND8vO/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" />They'll stay like this until you say, "You need to wash your face."</div><div>This supports my theory that their nerve endings don't go to the surface of their skin... </div></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-54185890236231106712009-10-29T16:46:00.011-04:002009-10-29T17:43:22.390-04:00One of these things is not like the others...We made skeletons this week.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfaYFxAvw80wevGqfvxOsREFf_YZs2kd8NBXlkYuUFroBPwcAxFz6SG8hAdvXYiWQSPKHUieFvkgsc9zjmtyLuSbrkVuD7VAIs1CulobFQ6KTkHzmwIWKBklh1FHK2yhOVy6zasF2mktl/s1600-h/skeletons+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130039973610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfaYFxAvw80wevGqfvxOsREFf_YZs2kd8NBXlkYuUFroBPwcAxFz6SG8hAdvXYiWQSPKHUieFvkgsc9zjmtyLuSbrkVuD7VAIs1CulobFQ6KTkHzmwIWKBklh1FHK2yhOVy6zasF2mktl/s320/skeletons+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I counted out all the Q-tips and gave each kid some in a little cup.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJElshN0m7TmSIBlpNLCU6QNttz6tCDiMl9kJ_NWxGjXzCEaU6CYyPy9et4RvtC5Gz9nnoV_Ml2s1R0W7RqPfIfCcUKOFzqzd0DaayOS7Tax_OwYPCGcrq_L2TzP9-53ToC0-wvzyRCuOj/s1600-h/skeletons+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398129747953506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJElshN0m7TmSIBlpNLCU6QNttz6tCDiMl9kJ_NWxGjXzCEaU6CYyPy9et4RvtC5Gz9nnoV_Ml2s1R0W7RqPfIfCcUKOFzqzd0DaayOS7Tax_OwYPCGcrq_L2TzP9-53ToC0-wvzyRCuOj/s320/skeletons+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> I showed them how to arrange the Q-tips. Didn't they do a good job?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzu5uyZDJ917mBD7dA7vHkJFU0gETOaiKF9c7uLeJgqfEMnf6qBQT5-2t6uOuo-WDVjvD1a7PS6tx3Pv3uwr6Tu1S5v1JC-wGGy3VvTGdePSOM_PZhurvy_retPaecosG-G2_iX6QFHBv/s1600-h/skeletons+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398129417969884690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzu5uyZDJ917mBD7dA7vHkJFU0gETOaiKF9c7uLeJgqfEMnf6qBQT5-2t6uOuo-WDVjvD1a7PS6tx3Pv3uwr6Tu1S5v1JC-wGGy3VvTGdePSOM_PZhurvy_retPaecosG-G2_iX6QFHBv/s320/skeletons+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Wait a minute....that first one looks a little different...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXKMd24m_Y4YlgUF80wDregQNv1G5zzfMeze4oaebhKF34rXWxnYjcadhVEmRNeLu45ubHzQP_eVnU2ZsIzSfWcdArDH3GoZGLqb0SkcFYC1-z4iYtB4t0HnDZ09kaUonzdS3IL5gNiZb/s1600-h/skeletons+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398129172210062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXKMd24m_Y4YlgUF80wDregQNv1G5zzfMeze4oaebhKF34rXWxnYjcadhVEmRNeLu45ubHzQP_eVnU2ZsIzSfWcdArDH3GoZGLqb0SkcFYC1-z4iYtB4t0HnDZ09kaUonzdS3IL5gNiZb/s320/skeletons+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>Looks like someone got an extra Q-tip.</div><div>Oh well. Happy Halloween(er).</div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAV8LO6TEUonG8VQwwUWbcgrMo7IDVQ8A_8_Z0zB_Kc7jMlW21ggJctgEDHC6DhhE3kr5-EeF_jrWGjX55n4M8HZYAMErk_Jq6O0GJ662ucL6rJQitvu341J2ZF2beygjSgkObOGa3IvcZ/s1600-h/skeletons+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398128885255084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAV8LO6TEUonG8VQwwUWbcgrMo7IDVQ8A_8_Z0zB_Kc7jMlW21ggJctgEDHC6DhhE3kr5-EeF_jrWGjX55n4M8HZYAMErk_Jq6O0GJ662ucL6rJQitvu341J2ZF2beygjSgkObOGa3IvcZ/s320/skeletons+007.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-86794255491813854252009-10-26T19:18:00.002-04:002009-10-26T20:34:24.237-04:00Strange Phenomena<p>As a long-(way too long)-time kindergarten teacher, I have seen many strange things that seem to occur all the time. In fact, if I had a nickel for every time they happened, well, I'd have a lot of nickels. What's even stranger is that I have learned to observe these odd events without laughing. Not always easy, my friends. Anyway, here's a random sampling:</p><ul><li>If you ask a bunch of kindergartners a question with the words "should" or "rules" in it (as in, what should we do about this? or what is the sorting rule here?) invariably, someone will say, "Don't hit nobody and don't push nobody." </li><li>Relatedly, if you ask kindergartners if they have any questions, they will say, "My mom say we goin' to Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow" or "One time my brother got a whoopin' cause he be gettin' in my mom's room" and no, it doesn't matter what you're talking about.</li><li>Sometimes when the children are working quietly at their tables, one of them will inexplicably fall out of his or her chair, scramble back into it, and no one will bat an eye. </li><li>If you show a kindergartner a picture of any member of the big cat family (lion, leopard, cougar, etc.), he or she will tell you it's a tiger. Even if you've just shown them what a tiger looks like. I don't know why.</li><li>Even if it's the 121st day of school, and you've gone to lunch every single one of the previous 120 days, someone will ask, "Is we goin' to lunch today?"</li><li>After you have explained what an author does and what an illustrator does numerous times, if you ask "What does the author do?" someone will say, "Writes the pictures."</li></ul><p>Now aren't you even more impressed that I can witness this without laughing?</p><p> </p><p> </p>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-30441666369646301112009-10-13T16:34:00.002-04:002009-10-13T16:43:15.265-04:00Hani...?????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qtsMTiAICCJEsjLcnVlqawCy5hcl3jCuH3Z3LakZbsFatLmuRmWXVVJvpvoyDklZMUBAmSV7l4z8v7rNn8guR66EUFpOIlkIXzJ6ObXlZNawA_nzqHcwG_tcaqN1siPEQCi7OPhq68cW/s1600-h/013107hand-sanitizer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186291421718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qtsMTiAICCJEsjLcnVlqawCy5hcl3jCuH3Z3LakZbsFatLmuRmWXVVJvpvoyDklZMUBAmSV7l4z8v7rNn8guR66EUFpOIlkIXzJ6ObXlZNawA_nzqHcwG_tcaqN1siPEQCi7OPhq68cW/s320/013107hand-sanitizer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>I bet you think this is hand sanitizer. Wrong. In my room, we call this.....</p><ul><li>hand sanitires</li><li>hand sizer</li><li>hanitizer</li><li>hand-zer</li></ul><p>Seriously. Every kid. All the time. </p>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144182674769429248.post-24720374220851773992009-10-02T20:35:00.004-04:002009-10-27T14:03:26.300-04:00Out of The Mouths of Babes...<p>Here are some random things that my kids have said:</p><ul><li>When I asked one of my students why he ran on all FOURS...like a GORILLA...he said, "My mom say, 'If you love lions, act like one.'"</li><li>On a cloudy Friday, one of my students said (by the way, you have to picture this with a lisp)"uh, Miss Qualls, is it gonna rain today?...I didn't watch the news. I haven't watched the news in a hundred years, and I've only been alive for five..."</li><li>One day when I dismissed the kids to go write in their journals, this same student said, "Well, you know, professional baseball players CAN be eaten by bears, too." We hadn't been talking about bears. Or baseball players.</li><li>We've been writing about each person in our class during journal time. We write, I see ____. He/she is my friend. One of my kids had only written the first sentence. When asked why, he said, "Weellll, when we're on the playground, she never plays with me, so she's not really my friend..."</li><li>On the way in from the playground--"Hey, I been to the mountains. I played with my grandpa when I was there. I beat him 80 buhcent." (That's 80 percent.)</li><li>We've been learning about nursery rhymes. So here's the question I got this week--"Is we gonna do Honky Donky again?" Yes, that's Humpty Dumpty.</li></ul><p>And no, I <strong>can't</strong> always keep a straight face.</p>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660790080201192387noreply@blogger.com0