Monday, May 29, 2006

I'm so excited

I am so excited about another kiddo.

I have tried to get in with the GYN community here in lubbock. No go.

You must be seen by the Center for Reproductive Care.....exclusively NOT covered by my insurance.......

Well.... It is time.

covered or not. Let's get pregnant.

WOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO let's go.


Love to you all....I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

One of those days

We've all had "one of those days" where you just should have stayed in bed.

This morning is one of those for me.

I got up - made coffee - emptied the dishwasher - loaded it again - woke up the kiddo.
He brushed his teeth and went to his room - I went to take a shower.
Michael was up - he had showered already and was at the kitchen table.
Now I know it is alot to expect - but you'd think he would make sure that Jacob was dressed, shoes on, breakfast going etc. Nope.
I got out of the shower and they were exactly like I left them.
Jacob playing in his room.
Michael at the kitchen table.
Needless to say, breakfast and making the lunch for his 1/2 day of school was rushed.
I got him to school on time (7:50), but realized on the way that I had an 8:00 conference call of which there was no way I could make. I was running on fumes and needed to stop and fill up the $50 tank. I called work. Fortunately I got the most wonderful lady - she called for me and canceled.

I got here - frantic (8:20). My first phone call was a trainer on site (8:40).
No one looked at the data.
No one did the review.
No one checked the date of the file.
No one did anything on the front end.
I've burned 2 days doing this work.
I haven't trained yet.
I found an error, we've got to do it all again.

I could have throttled him. I told him calmly..... "that's what you are supposed to be doing this week". The conversion weeks always take longer than expected. That is why there was only the 2 items on his assignment for this week..... so he'd have time to do the very things he was complaining about. I don't know what he thought was going to happen. That all the work was going to be done for him?? What else would he do if that were the case? He finally clued in and calmed down. I just hope he didn't vent like that in front of the customer.

Michael called next - (8:55). He rides his bike to work. It is about an 8 mile ride. It is a good work out - it saves filling another $40 tank - and he loves it. He's got a flat tire. Not just the inner tube - the tire. I go and pick him up. He's going to get it fixed at a store a block off campus and bike home after work.

I can only hope the day gets better.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Summer time is here!!

Wow - Summer is here. Not just around the corner - it is full on here.

The temperature is 92 and the sun is shining brightly. Our summer will be hectic and fun!

We are looking forward to family visitng over Memorial Day week. We got a new pool for the back yard. It is only a blow up, but big enough to "swim" in for a 6 year old.

There is a sports camp for Jacob that will include 14 different sports in a rotation. 45 minutes at a time and 4 or 5 sports a day. Swimming every day from 3-5!

Time at the Gymnastics gym which he loves. They have open gym time, trampoline, outside sports, swimming and an arts/craft day every week.

We're going to Hawaii for a week! Watching the fireworks over Kauai will be wonderful.

We're going to Chicago to visit family and for Michael's job hunt at the American Marketing Association's summer conference. It is the first time he can talk to universities with openings for fall 2007. There are many options and they continue to post regularly on websites.

Jacob will hopefully get to visit his grandparents for a week. Maybe more if we can arrange the trade off of kiddo to multiple grandparents.

Then school starts. It will go by in a flash!!

We are getting excited!!! Hope you are well.

Monday, May 08, 2006

It feels like a big problem

For the past four weeks, our son has had difficulty in school. Not doing the work because he'd rather play. Choosing to be disruptive and silly, rather than listen to his teacher. It has gotten progressivly worse. First it was a warning to him; then a writing in his citizenship folder; then a time out - outiste the classroom; then a chat with the principal; then a phone call to me; now a meeting of the minds. Today at 1:00 - Mom and Dad, Teacher, Prinicpal and Counselor.

I'm not sure who is at fault here. I think there is some shared blame. Here's an example of a math assignment and expectation. From a bucket of plastic trinkets - bears, erasers, strawberries, stars, hearts, etc. make pairings that add up to 7. Make 12-15 pairings.

Jacob paired 0+7, 1+6, 2+5, 3+4, 4+3 and stopped. The teacher was adamant about making more. Jacob said I can only think of 5. I took out his candy bucket at home and asked him to show me. He said mom, there are only 5 ways.....they start to repeat.

How do you punish a kid for that? I talked to the counselor. She's the one that arranged the gifted and talented testing. I told her that Jacob read a "Frog and Toad" book to me. All 5 chapters - sure he needed help with a few words, but read the whole book aloud. I was so proud. I sent him to school with the book and Jacob told his teacher. The teacher said "That's great, read me a page" as if she didn't believe him.

I think there is a disconnect on the expectation and performance level.

The counselor asked if we had considered testing Jacob for the 2nd grade, rather than the 1st grade for next year. I hadn't even considered that. We're torn. I know he's bright. I know he's able to succeed every time we push. But he's still a little boy. He had a meltdown on Saturday morning. He was freaking out about being 6 and growing up. We went and got a Starbuck's for mommy, and Krispie Kreme for him. We went and sat by the pond and talked. He cried and cried and cried. I think he felt better after that, 'cause he had a really good weekend after that. He seemed to have gotten it off his chest.

Someone told me once that little kids have little problems. Well this one feels like a big problem.