Taking medicine

Spencer started taking medicine for ADD. What a difference. His teacher says he is paying attention, not talking as much, he is not the last one done anymore, and all of his work gets done without someone having to sit right in front of him to make him focus. Let's hear it for modern medicine!

Forcing myself

I am forcing myself to write to get back into the swing of things. So let me start out by listing a few things that have happened and maybe I will feel inspired.

Spencer got an orange card at school (This is bad).
Spencer is good at math.
Madelyn is not.
Tod DJ'ed a lot this weekend.
I am the secretary at Primary.
YM/YW Auction Dinner was Saturday and I won a few things.

Ok, I think I will tell about the Orange Card.

Every day in kindergarten, the children get graded on their citizenship/participation/attention in class. Normally Spencer comes out with a green paper. Every child starts every day off on green. This means they are paying attention and doing well. If they do something particularly well, above and beyond, they can receive a purple. It is a really big deal if they get a purple. If they art talking when they are not suppose to or not paying attention, they get a warning. The second time, their color changes from green to yellow. Yellow papers go home to the parents with an explaination of what the problem was. If they continue in the problems, they get an orange. If they yet continue, they get a red and get to go discuss the problem with the principal.

On Friday, when I went to pick-up Spencer, the teacher handed me an orange card. Spencer was upset. It said he was talking during letters and sounds time. It also said he was talking during sharing time and didn't complete work. The note also said he was warned numerous times. In addition to the orange note, he was also sent home with all of the work he did not complet and had to do it over the weekend and turn it in today, Monday. He said he didn't mean to talk he just did and he had two hard painting projects that kept him from doing the rest of his work.

Hmmmm.......

Simple Pleasures

So tonight at 9:56 p.m. I find myself thinking about simple pleasures. We went out to an impromptu dinner at Taco Bell with a family in our ward. We, the adults had such a good time visiting and talking while the kids went a little crazy in the restaurant. It was so lovely to visit.

Tod is sitting on the couch right now reading to Spencer. I love to see how Spencer loves and adores his dad. I love to hear Tod reading to Spencer especially when he adds in the voices and the sound effects.

Madelyn is in her room right now practicing her singing for the school talent show. This is the first time she has practiced with the karaoke version. It is so sweet to her her voice hit the right and wrong notes. Mostly I love to hear the absolute sincerity in her voice. She is so innocent and has no guile or deception in her singing.

Simple pleasures...

Why am I the way I am?

I have often looked at myself and wonder why am I the way I am? Let me give you an example. On my profile, I have listed myself as a hopeless romantic. This is absolutely 100% true. I can remember being 4 years old, maybe younger - the memories get a bit fuzzy before that, and having an absolute and total crush on a boy in my Primary. When I set up the music on this blog, I started out putting on most of the Twilight CD on here. I love the Twilight CD by the way and listen to it almost every day. It is my favorite CD. As much as I love that CD, I wanted the music on this website to reflect a more accurate reflection of who I am. I ended up replacing most of the songs from the CD with with romantic love songs. I absolutely love listening to my blog. How funny is that. Sometimes I will go to my blog website just hear my selected tunes.

Now how does a person get that way? I know many many people who are not this way, women even. What is it about me that is a romantic to the core? Did I come that way? Am I needy, or do I just really respond to ideas of romance and love?

Not sure. Something else to contemplate on

Out of the habit

When you don't write on your blog for a while, you get out of the habit. Not just out of the habit of blogging but out of the habit of writing...the actual writing process. I am a little bit sad at the moment because I really want to write and can't think of something to write about. It is frustrating because when I write regularly, I have no problem coming up with things to write about. I hear little comments from my kids and think, I need to write about that. I do something fun with my kids or my husband and I am already thinking about How I am going to word it. At this moment I feel a little like our chronically clogged toilet. More stuff going in all the time, not a lot getting out. Perhaps, writing about nothing will get the processing going again you know... like opening up a soda can after shaking it. I am pretty sure I have stories, ideas etc. on the inside that want to come out. Need to find the pop top.

Ah well, those are my thoughts for the moment.