No Two are Alike

Ah.  Remember when....Remember when Rémy turned the big 0-1?  I do.  I made a slideshow of all her Red Chair pictures from her first year of life.  Well, all I'm saying is....well, what I mean to say is.  Um, like, well.  Ok, I'm out of excuses.  Ben's Red Chair pictures ARE COMING.  His birthday is tomorrow.  Our youngest child is turning One.  What?  How can this be?  He was just a little peanut not too long ago.  We're making his day extra special.  We ordered some specialty cookies with his spelled out in Orange icing for his friends at daycare tomorrow.  He has an assortment of gifts waiting on the kitchen table for when he wakes up in the morning.  We have learned a few things in this year.  No two children are alike.  The things you successfully accomplished with one child have a completely different way with the other child.  The struggles you have with one child your other child may breeze right through.  I'll have lots more to share tomorrow...right now I'm feeling a bit scatterbrained and tired but wanted to be sure to wish my boy a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Math Rap

Last week a 7th grade student presented Mr. Plagge with a 'Rapper's Handbook'.  I caught him reading it several times this past weekend.  He came in on Monday with a rap prepared for his class.  I wish I had enough forethought to bring my video camera.  The students went wild over it.

Here's an original from Dr. Swagg, who is worth double any emcee, which would make him an emcee squared. Word.

For my students who encourage me to try new things…
Math Rap
I’m new at this, so don’t you dis’ or you’ll miss the bliss of this salutate.
They call me Mr. Plagge, alias Dr. Swagg, the flag you salute and cannot hate.
Red, white, and blue always true, plus one more, I don’t want to be mean,
But I can’t forget the trip that is UNT, the part of me that bleeds green.
Now sit still, get chilled, you know the drill cuz the deal is I’m still talking,
Use these cues I’m pulling for you to use or you’ll be accused, blackballed, no pardon.
I’m bringing you math, the mini-mall of higher education,
Teaching you to use addition, subtraction, division and multiplication.
Shhh, I’m about to operate,the bell rings, stops, broken when I walk in, don’t hesitate,
you’ll be late, miss the chance to enhance skills to consistently calculate
I may have recently picked up rhapsody, but still it seems to be I have no hair,
I’m double the emcee anyone will ever be, so I be the E that equals emcee squared.
My lyrics are ill, put you in infirmary,
So drought the spit you spout from that mouth and prepare cuz you gonna learn from me,
I had the good sense to get a license to prove I know the science to teach you knowledge,
Cuz we all know the holes no math blows on your goals you hold to go to college:
No math, no knowledge, no college, no better,
Know math, mo’ knowledge, go college, mo’ cheddar.
This may be hard, you know your thoughts just started,
Misfire, backfire, and now your brain just – hmmmm…..
And all this is like a splash of cold water,
But cold gets hot and can only get hotter,
So while my rhymes are fresh and before they’re discarded,
Get your pencil, your paper, wake up, and let’s get started!

Valentine's Day Party

Due to the inclement weather the kids' Valentine's Day party was put off until today. I sent the camera to daycare and here's what we came back with. They're all kinda blurry but at least it's something.

 

Eating a valentine cupcake.

 

A mouthful of a heart shaped cookie.

 

Showing off their adorable bags.

 

Ben examines his loot through some new spectacles.

Winter Fun

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

A Weekend of Ben

Remy went camping in Clarksville with Grammy and Grampy a couple of weekends ago.  She had a ball but here is the weekend from Ben's perspective, in pictures, of course.

 

  

  

  

 

My Irish Twins

I'm home today and finally getting some time to do some things I need to do.  Here is a recent picture of my favorite girl in the whole world comforting my favorite boy in the whole world. Love, love, love these two when they get along like this!  Let me rephrase that.  I love them all the time but it's just so sweet to watch when they are enjoying being brother and sister and taking care of one another.

Explaining Family Ties

Here is a tidbit of a family conversation we had on the way home today.

Daddy: And this is our Mama...

Rémy: She's you're mama?

Daddy: Um, no. She's you're mama. My mama is Grammy.

Rémy: Your mama is Grammy?

Daddy: Yes

Rémy: Oh, ok.

Mama: Your mama has a mama too. Do you know who mama's mama is?

Rémy: (looks utterly confused but very interested)

Mama: Nana is my mama.

Rémy: Nana is your mama?

Mama: Yes, Nana is my mama.

Rémy: And Uncle Tony is your mama?

Mama: Uncle Tony is mama's brother. Just like Ben is your brother. Uncle Tony is my brother.

Rémy: (looks out window)

Mama: Uncle JP and Uncle George are my brothers too. And guess what? Aunt Annie is mama's sister.

Rémy: Aint Aynnie is your seester?

The conversation continued this way until she lost interest or became utterly confused. I remember trying to piece together family ties and figure out who belongs to whom and which is what. It was fun trying to explain it all, however, in the end I think we're back at square one.