Showing posts with label 1st Grade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1st Grade. Show all posts

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!

I received this beautiful arrangement of roses yesterday at the office.  It was totally unexpected.  I love my husband, but normally he's not much of a planner.  He's usually right in the middle of the sea of men shopping the day before or the day of Valentine's Day.  This year, he thought a head at least a few days!  Since he knows I am on a diet, he didn't do the chocolate covered strawberries that I normally get.  For that, I am thankful because I have NO self control when it comes to eating those things.  But, I tell ya this time of year, a person could seriously consider switching careers into the flower business! The guy that brought my flower arrangement yesterday had a tough time finding mine in a van of roses!  I also got a mani-pedi.  How do I know this already, you ask?!  Well, my brilliant husband bought it with his business debit card.  I do all of our banking online, so yesterday when I was doing the daily report, my favorite nail place showed up in the bank register, so I knew what he was up to!  So, a lesson to all of you men out there...USE CASH to buy gifts for your girls!  I still haven't used my massage he got me for Christmas, so I think maybe very soon I'll combine those gift certificates and have a "ME" day!

Shelby celebrated  Valentine's Day with her class at school yesterday. She had a great time. She came home with lots of awesome cards in her home-made box. I think she went into sugar shock on the way home due to the brownies, cookies, juice, and candy she consumed at the party and in the van. I thought back to my days in Elementary School. I loved the class parties, but V-day was always my favorite. I loved getting the cards. The candy was great too, along with the games but my absolute favorite was the card exchange.  

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone from our house to yours.  

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Conversations with Shelby and her Classmates

Last weekend Shelby and I were home alone. The two younger kids were staying with Grandma and Daddy was out of town. We took the opportunity to rent some movies and have some time relaxing together. One of the movies we rented was Aliens in the Attic. She was discussing her weekend with two of her school mates.
Shelby: I got to watch Aliens in the Attic this weekend. It was so funny.

Classmate #1: I've watched that one before. I loved the part when they said, who turned off the gravity?!

Classmate #2: You can't watch that because it's PG13 and you're NOT 13.

Shelby: I did watch it, with my Mom.

Classmate #2: Well, I can only watch PG13 movies with my Mom and she covers my eyes on the "bad parts".

I love to listen to the conversations these kids have when they think no one is listening. I hear all sorts of things, from who is suffering from CONCERTA and ADHD Symptoms to guessing what that actually was on their lunch plate. Oh, to be young again!  FYI, the movie is PG and it was pretty good.  There weren't any "eye covering" parts.  ;)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Fire Safety Week Means Field Trip

Shelby was lucky enough to get to visit the local fire station with her fellow 1st graders on Thursday. It is always a neat experience for the kids. They get to see the fire trucks, including all of the gear inside and meet firemen who dress out in their gear in front of the kids so that the children can understand that underneath all of that equipment is the nice firemen that they met at the station. More often than not children will hidefire safety in our home in closets or under beds because they are scared of the firemen who are hidden under oxygen masks and fire proof equipment. The children also get to spray the fire hoses, tour the fire hose, and most importantly visit the "smoke house". This specially designed house is two stories. It fills with smoke and when the smoke alarm goes off, the children practice climbing out a window and down a flight of stairs, simulating an escape from an apartment followed by crawling down a long hallway simulating an escape from inside a house. We have talked to our children about fire safety in our home. We have devised an escape route for the children and discussed where we will meet up should a fire occur in our home. I strongly urge you to do the same thing with your children. If you don't have children, or they are grown talk it over with your significant other and make sure that you both know where you would meet should a fire break out in your home. Whether you are an orange nj dentist or White County country folk like us, be sure to check the smoke alarms in your house and plan an escape route. It just might save a life!

Friday, September 11, 2009

9-11 Through the Eyes of My 6 Year Old

On the way home from school, my 1st grader asked me if I wanted to know what she learned at school today. The teacher sends home a synopsis of the weekly tasks that the class will be working to achieve so I am always interested in hearing the explanations of the lessons in her own words so I told her that I most definitely wanted to hear what she learned so she began to explain that today is a special day.

"One time on this day, nine - ten" ,she began.

"Do you mean nine - eleven?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean nine - eleven. One time on this day some people that live in another country did bad things. They drove air planes into big tall buildings. Do you know why they did this, Mommy???"

By this time my curiosity was peaked, so I was anxious to hear her answer. "Why would people do such a horrible thing, sissy?" I asked her.

"Because we have things free here and they don't have free things there. They want to have the free things that we have."

I paused for a minute and then realized that my 6 year old daughter was learning what so many adults in this country take for granted. I elaborated on what she was saying by explaining to her that she was some what right, but that she was talking about freedom and asked her if she knew what freedom meant. We had a bit of a discussion about how men and women in the military help to give us our freedom. That means that we can vote on who we want to be the president, we can read and write what we want. We can also watch what we want on television and listen to whatever we choose on the radio. There are people in other countries that are told what they can watch or not watch and they have no say so in their government. That is why they don't like us. We have what they don't and they don't like that.

"That's not nice to be mad at someone else when they have something you want is it, Mommy? We should all share what we have." Shelby said.

This 6 year old has the world figured out...if only we could all be as smart at this 1st grader. If we could just all share what we have and the world would be a better place.

In a perfect world, a 32 year old mother of three would not be explaining to her 6 year old daughter that before she was born, the worst terrorist attack to take place on US soil occurred. In a perfect world, this mother would not have to further explain the meaning of the word terrorist. It hurts my heart to think that in their lifetime something like this could possibly happen again. No matter how much we protect our children in our homes, these walls only go so far and we can only do so much to protect them. My prayer on this day, a day of remembrance is that the US (or any other country for that matter) never sees another 9-11, EVER. I also extend my prayers and condolences to the families who lost members on this tragic day. Their lives were forever changed that day, just as ours were. We all hugged our loved ones a little bit tighter that night and the weeks following. Let us remember the love we showed for one another in the days and weeks following that event. Let us pay our respects to the fallen heroes of 9-11, the fire fighters, police officers, emergency response workers, as well as the men and women of our armed forces who have sacrificed their lives for another. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. The events of 9-11 will never be forgotten, the good and the bad.