January Student of the Month, too!

January Student of the Month!

New Braces!

Mary Strikes Again

While scrolling through the pictures on my phone, I found this. I was pretty sure who had made it, but I asked the girls anyway. It was Mary. In a burst of creativity, she searched online for lion pictures, found this one and liked it. So she added the speech bubble and saved it for me. Ah, the innocence...

What the World Needs

I came home from a hair appointment yesterday to a very frustrated daddy. He reported that Mary had spilled some glitter in Diana's bed. He had stripped it and started the wash. I told him I'd take over, and he headed for the casino. The girls and I hung out and went to the newest Narnia movie, which we all enjoyed. Mary wanted to watch a show at 8:00, and the vaccuum was out upstairs so I assumed there was still some clean up to do. I told her we needed to get Diana's bed remade and finish vaccuuming all the glitter before tv. So we started about 7:45. Big Mistake.

If you don't know Mary well, you won't know that she does things BIG. She loves big. She feels happy big. She feels anxious and let down big. She has big dreams and big ideas by the gallon. And she sprinkles glitter big. We made the bed, vaccuumed the floor, and I as looked around, I realized there was glitter on the desk. On the bookshelf. On the windowsill. On the dresser. In Laura's bed. On Laura's desk. On Laura's dresser. On Laura's shelves.

Completely exasperated about 45 minutes into vaccuuming, I asked, "Mary, what did you do? Sprinkle glitter everywhere?"

She replied, "The world needs more glitter, Mom."

After closely following the news from Arizona yesterday, I couldn't agree more.

She worked like a trooper to clean it up, missing her 8:00 show, and never complaining. How could I be mad at that?

And, just to illustrate my big point. Here's what Mary made for us for breakfast this morning. Instead of blueberry pancakes, she made one BIG one!

Love That Girl

Mary finished Love That Dog, a novel by Sharon Creech, a few minutes ago. She came running in to tell me about how the boy in the story's yellow lab gets hit by a car. His dad carries the dog onto the grass, and the boy is there when "the dog closes his eyes for the last time." Mary was sad. Who wouldn't be with an ending like that?

Writing homework tonight was "free write", Mary's personal favorite. So: "I know, Mom! I'll write a poem about Ginger!" This is what she wrote:


 
I still miss Ginger every day, but I haven't cried about her in a long time. Tonight I did. Just a little.