Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Tooth for Fairy

Once upon a time there was a little boy. The little boy had been waiting all of first grade for the Tooth Fairy to pay a visit as she had many of his classmates. First grade came and went and no tooth was remotely close to grant a visit from such Fairy.

Second grade came and the classmates spoke of goodies they had bought with their teeth money during the summer. The little boy became increasingly frustrated at his strong teeth staying tight. Then one day, he bit into an apple and it hurt. Finally, a loose tooth! 

The little boy's mommy secretly had been waiting for the moment too. So she decided to add dentistry to the many list of mom-duties. Out came a string which she tightly strong around the little tooth. She barely pulled and a baby enamel kernel came off. She held it in her hand in awe. Memories of her grandfather doing the same thing, many years ago, came flooding in bringing a tear to her eye.

That night, as the little boy dreamt, through the magic of fairy dust, the tooth became a dollar.

The wise little boy knew that not much could be purchased with a single dollar so he invested in what might bring him even more wealth. He went to the store and bought the most sugary gum in the isle. 

The End.


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Monday, October 7, 2013

What I love About Watching the Planes Go By

It's becoming a pastime in our family to picnic by the airport and watch the airplanes land. It's not only cool to see such huge machines come in but it's free entertainment! Here are a few shots of what I also love about our time there. I love...

... how my little guy always brings me a flower to brighten my day.

... sitting next to the oldest Sun Kissed Boy and have conversations (about nothing or everything) while the littler ones play.

... that Sun Kissed Boys 1 and 2 make up games to entertain themselves.

... how Sun Kissed Boy #3 makes sure Cooper the Dog gets to enjoy himself too.

... little welcoming hands waving at airplanes coming in. 

I capture a lot of details from our lives with my camera. But I also close my eyes to soak in other details of our afternoons on the train tracks by the airport. Audible details. I find a certain comfort in the noise of a plane's powerful engines. I hear a mixture of little voices, exploding laughter, grinding of rocks against shoes, pebbles bouncing on cement, a dog's bark. I hear the little voice inside of me that reminds me to be thankful for it all.   

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Homework On a Box

Homework. 

The mere whisper of the word makes me cringe. The word immediately conjures up images of sitting next to my oldest son working on word problems that my brain can no longer comprehend let alone explain. 

Him getting frustrated. 
Me trying not to loose my patience. 
Him pulling out his hairs. 
Me growing a few more gray hairs. All for hours on end. 

So when I find something that makes homework time a little less dreadful, I jump at it.

Our neighbors recently bought a refrigerator. Knowing that the boys would get some use out of it, they gave us the box. At first, they drew pictures. Then the broken down box evolved to a place to lay for Sun Kissed Boy #1 to do his homework. 

When I suggested we do his spelling pre-test on the box, it was welcomed with all smiles. SmileS! As in more than one! He wrote down the words as I dictated them in one section and then rewrote the ones he missed in another section.

Homework on a box will not make you magically understand fractions but it might help trying to figure them out a little bit more entertaining. I think I might be stalking my local grocery store to stock up on boxes for the entire school year.

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