John got his second ticket this past week. Apparently he didn’t stop long enough at a stop sign around the corner from our house. I think the local police just have an affinity for my car for some reason.
Zach’s teeth are just right there. The two front lowers. Gah! I wish they would just break through. Tonight he gnawed on a whole wheat organic teething biscuit for the first time. He isn’t particularly fussy or anything. I’m just impatient.
Evan is grounded. Again. He insists on making me be the bad guy. This week, he lied about homework, and so I took away priviledges. So later that night, I went to work and John let him have his Nintendo DS. (Way to back me up, Honey!) So I have confiscated the DS and now take it to work with me. Video games rot your brain, anyway, Evan! Read a book instead.
I am now addicted to the damned DS. Hey, those games can be pretty fun, and it sure does pass the time when I’m pumping at work!
Zach loves “Where is Thumbkin”!
Evan brought home a B in Science on this past report card. Seriously, Evan? Last quarter, he had a 99%. I was secretly disappointed. It was his lowest grade at 92%. Which brings up the grade scale for 3rd grade. This is new for Evan as a 3rd gader, but 95-100 is an A, 90-95 a B, 85-90 a C. A D is anything below 85%, which is considered failing for any grade above 2nd grade at his school. It seems like it should be another planet or something where 84% is failing. Poor kid. Times sure have changed since I was a 3rd grader, and I was in the gifted and talented program where my homework was so difficult that there were times when my mother would crack up laughing when trying to help me because it was too difficult for her! Seriously. So I sort of feel bad for Ev, and haven’t been busting his chops about the B since it would be an A anywhere else. And with 92% being his lowest grade, I can’t complain. I just know he can do better. Plus, all of the teachers left the same remarks in the comments: “Evan is too talkative in class.”, “Evan has trouble paying attention duing class.”, and my fave by far, “Evan is a remarkably bright little boy, is engaging and fun, but is entirely too disruptive in class.” How can the kid get the grades he gets and be that disruptive? He must get that from his father.
I renewed my PALS this week. Yay, fun! And I also started looking into the home study program for my Neonatal/ Pediatric Specialty credential. That would make my credentials RRT-NPS. What is it about adding more letters after your name that makes you look more important? Anyhow, I don’t need the cred to work the NICU, but it would make me look like a rockstar in the neonatal respiratory therapy world. And my boss would have no choice but to pay me a lot more. Which means the whole process, though admittedly rather expensive, will eventually pay for itself. Score.
Evan has been driving us crazy with the Karaoke machine John’s mom bought him for Christmas. Apparently it has kids’ songs programmed into it. There really is only a certain amount o time one can listen to the instrumental version of “This Old Man” before one goes completely, certifiably insane. Just sayin’.
Zach’s hair has started to grow toward the center of his head in hilarious fashion. So from one angle, it looks like a fauxhawk. And from another, a Kewpie doll. Ha!
I guess that’s all I have to report.