Right at this moment kids are watching mindless videos and playing heads-up 7-Up at school instead of learning. They are being put in unsafe situations that are later reported on the news. Their teachers are teaching with fevers of 102 and laryngitis and turning down professional development opportunities because they are afraid of what will happen while they're gone. Why? Lack of qualified substitute teachers. Now, please don't think I'm saying they're all bad. There are some fantastic ones, bless them!!! However, they are usually booked far in advance, and the last minute sick-teacher ends up with someone who leaves kindergartners alone so they can run into the road. So now, imagine that a certified teacher with a current license and 3 years of classroom experience applies to be a substitute, what do you think would happen? When I was a teacher I would have said, "Bless your existence! I'm booking you for my entire career!" Well, I am a currently licensed teacher with 3 years of experience who recently applied for the substitute job, and I will tell you exactly what happened.
Two months ago I made the 20+ minute journey to the district office in the snow, with two small children in tow. I turned in my substitute application, but could not talk to the person in charge of hiring because she was out of the office. However, I did watch the application be placed in a basket with her (I'll call her "G") name on it. I was told she makes calls every now and then for interviews, so to wait for that.
I waited a month and a half, and decided to call and follow up. Should have called sooner, but I was occupied with stuff and didn't want to bother them. I actually talked to G this time. She got my name and phone number, and said she'd look up my application and call me back. I personally thought she could have just put me on hold, but okay, whatever. I waited a week for her to "look up my application," but never did she call. So I called her again. She said, "Oh, yes, I have looked all over and couldn't find that application, could you fill out another one and fax it to me? I actually just did a bunch of sub interviews yesterday, but I think I could get you set up by the end of the year." Um, why didn't she tell me BEFORE the interviews that I needed to fill out a new application, especially since I told her I'd dropped it off March 3rd?!
G promised that as soon as I faxed her the new application she'd call me back. Okay, I was willing, and really fine with everything up to this point. I faxed that application within two hours, and a couple hours after that received a phone call that went exactly like this:
G: I wanted to let you know I received your application, but just now had time to call, but I did receive it. (Voice sounds like the conversation is over.)
Me: Okay, so what do I need to do?
G: Um, do you have your fingerprints?
Me: I don't know if you noticed on the application, but I have a current license on file with the state. (Everyone with a current license has fingerprints on file.)
G: Yeah, I notice you're a teacher, but I have to check in CACTUS (the database for stuff like that) and see if they have your fingerprints still.
Me: Do they destroy those?
G: Well, I don't know, but if they're not there then you'd have to come in here and get them done, so I have to check. (Voice sounds like she is trying really hard to get off the phone.)
Me: So . . .
G: I'll call you sometime and let you know what we need. (Voice says, "Bye, now.")
Me: (Trying hard to keep her on the phone to give me a definite directive) Well, yeah, I can do anything whenever you need.
G: Ok (Real short, real trying-to-end-the-conversation)
Me: I'm available for interviews any time.
G: Ok, bye.
And that's it, folks. To be fair, G is probably overworked and underpaid, but wow. Remember when I was on the Doug Wright show addressing the substitute teacher topic . . . is my experience isolated, or are there qualified people all over the place getting the brush? Maybe they'll call me on Monday, and this rant is useless, but it has been 2 months . . .
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Boys - Amusing Yet Unrelated Vignettes
The sport of the moment was football-at-bedtime. Josh and his dad were tossing the ball back and forth when suddenly Josh said, "Uh, oh, I need my helmet!" and ran away. When he came back from rummaging in the garage, he had his helmet on, and although it made playing extremely difficult for him, Josh was determined to play the game like it should be played.
Josh is a big Kris Allen (American Idol) fan, because he plays the guitar. Whenever Josh sees a guitar number he runs and gets his dad's guitar (poor Gary, the thing's never in tune for more than two seconds). On this particular occasion, I cleaned the entire kitchen while Josh watched and played along with the previous night's number over and over again. He calls it, "Playing the guy song." (I debated whether to share, given the outfit, but he's still under 3 for a month . . .)
Josh loves to help me cook. On this particular occasion he helped me make an entire chocolate cake from scratch. It took a very long time and our kitchen was very messy, but look at him . . . he calls himself "the mixer guy."
Noah's starting to show signs of being an adventure-kid. He loves this slide. If you sit him at the top, he'll push himself off, and loves it. In this picture he's concentrating pretty hard, but sometimes he sits and claps for a minute before taking the plunge.
Hee, hee, Noah . . . he emptied this drawer of bibs and climbed in himself.
So, I took several pictures of Noah in the drawer, and someone got jealous. "Take a picture of me eating pineapple!" Josh said. It's a pretty incredible photo.
Lately they're turning into the 2 Musketeers, collaborating for their destruction. Both of them were pretty darn pleased to have this bag of Craisins all over the floor. It was a small bag and they were so happy to be in cahoots . . .
After a nutritious breakfast, what do two little boys want to do while mom cleans up? Go outside and eat rocks, of course. When they first started doing this several weeks ago, Gary and I tried to make them stop, but soon determined it wasn't worth it, we'd have to keep them inside. Rocks are a staple item for boys.
And last but not least, when Mom is mowing the lawn, does a good man just let her do it all by herself? Of course not! Josh grabbed the craft scissors (he pronounces it "crap scissors") and started working on the front strip. Thanks, man. 
Josh is a big Kris Allen (American Idol) fan, because he plays the guitar. Whenever Josh sees a guitar number he runs and gets his dad's guitar (poor Gary, the thing's never in tune for more than two seconds). On this particular occasion, I cleaned the entire kitchen while Josh watched and played along with the previous night's number over and over again. He calls it, "Playing the guy song." (I debated whether to share, given the outfit, but he's still under 3 for a month . . .)
Josh loves to help me cook. On this particular occasion he helped me make an entire chocolate cake from scratch. It took a very long time and our kitchen was very messy, but look at him . . . he calls himself "the mixer guy."
Noah's starting to show signs of being an adventure-kid. He loves this slide. If you sit him at the top, he'll push himself off, and loves it. In this picture he's concentrating pretty hard, but sometimes he sits and claps for a minute before taking the plunge.
Hee, hee, Noah . . . he emptied this drawer of bibs and climbed in himself.
So, I took several pictures of Noah in the drawer, and someone got jealous. "Take a picture of me eating pineapple!" Josh said. It's a pretty incredible photo.
Lately they're turning into the 2 Musketeers, collaborating for their destruction. Both of them were pretty darn pleased to have this bag of Craisins all over the floor. It was a small bag and they were so happy to be in cahoots . . .
After a nutritious breakfast, what do two little boys want to do while mom cleans up? Go outside and eat rocks, of course. When they first started doing this several weeks ago, Gary and I tried to make them stop, but soon determined it wasn't worth it, we'd have to keep them inside. Rocks are a staple item for boys.
And last but not least, when Mom is mowing the lawn, does a good man just let her do it all by herself? Of course not! Josh grabbed the craft scissors (he pronounces it "crap scissors") and started working on the front strip. Thanks, man. 
Monday, April 20, 2009
Guess Who's Back?
Gary, that's who! After months of LONG working hours, the legislative session is over. Our kids went for days at a time without seeing their dad, and he went for days at a time on only a couple of hours of sleep. He even slept (for an hour or two) in his office once, but said being awakened by the janitor was awkward, so he came home, even for short stints, after that. At one point Gary left this note for me, and I kept it hanging on the fridge for the rest of the time, just to keep myself convinced.
Funny thing at this point is . . . I started this post a month ago! Now we've had him back to normal for a bit, and we love it. Or is it the weather? Both! The day after the session ended we took the opportunity to take our kids to the open house of the Draper Utah Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Although we did a lot of waiting, the kids were troopers and Josh made everyone smile as he excitedly pointed out picture after picture of Jesus. We came to a point where we were given a small presentation I was positive Josh was not listening to, but when the guy finished talking, Josh told us exactly where we had been told to go for cookies, so maybe he heard just a little bit of something else, too . . .
Although the picture is sunny, it was actually really cold, and this shot was the best we could do. We might not look perfect, but we were really happy to be together and to have this opportunity.
The next weekend Gary cashed in his birthday present - going skiing! Lucky me, he picked me as his ski partner even though the gift specified he could choose anyone. My mom was awesome enough to keep the boys with her while we hit the slopes. Perfect, except for one thing. I haven't been skiing forever, so this was Gary . . .
. . . but this was me.
Yeah, I wasn't the awesomest, but I got tons better as the day went on, which convinced me that we probably need to go again several times. Gary said I "exceeded expectations" (because I set them so low), so I'm feeling pretty good about my skills. We had a great time, it was fun to feel like a dating couple again. I wish we had a cute little picture of us with our rosy cheeks and ski gear, but I am so bad at walking in ski boots the idea of going to get the camera and then put it back caused pain, so I took a mental picture. We look good in it.
Funny thing at this point is . . . I started this post a month ago! Now we've had him back to normal for a bit, and we love it. Or is it the weather? Both! The day after the session ended we took the opportunity to take our kids to the open house of the Draper Utah Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Although we did a lot of waiting, the kids were troopers and Josh made everyone smile as he excitedly pointed out picture after picture of Jesus. We came to a point where we were given a small presentation I was positive Josh was not listening to, but when the guy finished talking, Josh told us exactly where we had been told to go for cookies, so maybe he heard just a little bit of something else, too . . .Although the picture is sunny, it was actually really cold, and this shot was the best we could do. We might not look perfect, but we were really happy to be together and to have this opportunity.
The next weekend Gary cashed in his birthday present - going skiing! Lucky me, he picked me as his ski partner even though the gift specified he could choose anyone. My mom was awesome enough to keep the boys with her while we hit the slopes. Perfect, except for one thing. I haven't been skiing forever, so this was Gary . . .
. . . but this was me.
Yeah, I wasn't the awesomest, but I got tons better as the day went on, which convinced me that we probably need to go again several times. Gary said I "exceeded expectations" (because I set them so low), so I'm feeling pretty good about my skills. We had a great time, it was fun to feel like a dating couple again. I wish we had a cute little picture of us with our rosy cheeks and ski gear, but I am so bad at walking in ski boots the idea of going to get the camera and then put it back caused pain, so I took a mental picture. We look good in it.So that's us a month ago. Things have been hectic since then, but that's not a bad thing. Don't think I haven't been reading your blog, because I have, just in stalker-fashion from Google Reader. You look great.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Great and Not So Great
Great news! I have another new nephew, son of Gary's brother Drew and his wife Stacey. You can see him here, he's cute and his siblings are really adorable with him. Yes, he's a month old, but I haven't blogged in a while, and he's worth the wait, right?
Other great news - my niece Madeline is still adorable! Not as great news, while she has increased much in wisdom, not so much in stature. Click here to read what Sarah learned about her last week. I am posting it here because many of you may know Sarah, and I'm sure any small prayer will help.
Other great news - my niece Madeline is still adorable! Not as great news, while she has increased much in wisdom, not so much in stature. Click here to read what Sarah learned about her last week. I am posting it here because many of you may know Sarah, and I'm sure any small prayer will help.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Finding Joy - A Great Link
I just got the biggest boost from a talk I read. My friend Krista gave it at a women's conference in Arizona, and I feel so good I have to share. It's on finding joy, and you can read it here. Keep in mind she posted it in 6 parts, so while this link is to the last part, it contains a link that allows you to read starting at part 1. Man, I think I've got the strength to go running now . . .
Going Above And Beyond
Some teachers allow you to use things from other classes in their class, and others don't. I don't know if this fits in the rules posted below, but since I have been spending a lot of time doing algebra and other stuff lately, I am using my 25 random things I wrote for facebook a month or so ago and posting it for this tag. So that's actually going the extra mile, right?
1. Link this post to the person who tagged you: Julie
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. List 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. I work for BYU Independent Study testing their courses before they are published. This is extremely part time (I only do it once every 3 months or so), but when I have a course, it's time intensive. That's why I'm doing algebra right now, algebra 2, part 2 to be exact. (Okay, so I changed #1, but all of the rest are the same.)
2. I only receive texts from Rascall Flats. (Until two weeks ago when texting was added to my plan for free.)
3. When I was 5, I was positive I would be an Olympic gymnast. I had a Mary Lou Retton leotard that I wore to school to prove it.
4. When I was 12, I was still positive I was going to the Olympics, only it would be for track. (Didn't give this up until I was around 15 . . .)
5. I love learning languages, and could get by in Mandarin Chinese and German for a while (more so Chinese), but have never had the chance to get fluent. Sad. However, I used (past tense) to be able to say hello and thank you in at least 25 languages (7 of them Polynesian . . .)
6. I used to be a tour guide at the Polynesian Cultural Center in Hawaii, so if anyone needs to know how to make tapa, poi, or a love-from-the-tourists-generating headband, I've got your back.
7. I am cooking sausages as I type this.
8. I once burnt my face half-off with boiling lemon pudding. Should have had terrible scars my whole life, but I was miraculously healed. Seriously. A small part of it was due to me offering to snorkel in cold saline at the E.R.
9. I grew up battling the "smart geek" image, but ever since I went into education in college people don't think I'm smart anymore. Woo-hoo?
10. A very large part of me wants to go back to a college dance party. High school would work too, it's just getting hard to remember back that far.
11. I actually met most of my friends at BYU-Hawaii at a dance. Cannot describe those legendary dances. (But if you're reading CS 205, you are a legend, too.)
12. I am wondering right now if something can be legendary if no one probably ever really talks about it, I just think about it in my mind occasionally. Something tells me probably not.
13. I killed a fly for the first time last summer.
14. The sausages are done.
15. I was pregnant with my second baby for 24 days longer than I carried my first. Longest 24 days of my life.
16. Once I was watching TV and playing with a tiny for-kids-to-play-with cup, and it got stuck on my lips. I had to have assistance to pull it off. My lips were HUGE and purple for quite a while.
17. I hated math in high school because it was boring, but when I learned about how it could be cool in my methods class in college I became obsessed with it. I was the school math coordinator, on the district math committee, went to tons of trainings and conferences, and if I could get a master's degree right now that's what it would be. Why does mainstream education stick with the less-effective hated version?
18. I was in a modern dance number at BYU-H where I had to wear black and writhe around on the floor symbolizing the anguish of the people of Singapore when their country was overtaken. I almost never think about that, think I've blocked it.
19. I love to watch sports. I really like playing sports, too, but hardly ever do because I feel stupid that I never really had a chance to learn how.
20. I won a partners pickle ball tournament in P.E. in high school. Since no one ever plays I can claim prowess in that sport.
21. My friends and I took D.I. shopping (and t-shirt making, and strange finds at the mall) to the next-next level in high school. The goal was not to be the most fashionable, but the awesomest (funniest). I long for the days when I could throw on a sweet Neil Diamond shirt with my denim shorts and look great. (Or surprise everyone with a blue polyester cowboy hat or the biggest bell bottoms ever, or, sigh . . .)
22. I want to move to a lovely island and wear a slimming muu muu and hug my babies and run in the sun and NOT think about how I look.
23. Used to make a lot of tiger traps with my sisters in our back alley when I was 6.
24. My first tape was Debbie Gibson. (Only in My Dreams, Shake Your Love, . . .)
25. The day I turned 25 I accidentally took a Lortab instead of my allergy medicine and was too loopy to walk home from church. My mom thought I did it on purpose because I didn't want to be 25. I think that is the funniest part.
Okay, you have to realize that this was a random stream of consciousness, one thing just led to another and I typed along, so I don't know that these are the 25 things that define me most, but I followed the rules . . . they're random!
P.S. When I posted this on facebook people commented about why I want the muu muu to be slimming if I don't want to care how I look . . . anyone with muu muu experience can testify that overly-large ones (as they do tend to be), can seriously interfere with beach running.
1. Link this post to the person who tagged you: Julie
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. List 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. I work for BYU Independent Study testing their courses before they are published. This is extremely part time (I only do it once every 3 months or so), but when I have a course, it's time intensive. That's why I'm doing algebra right now, algebra 2, part 2 to be exact. (Okay, so I changed #1, but all of the rest are the same.)
2. I only receive texts from Rascall Flats. (Until two weeks ago when texting was added to my plan for free.)
3. When I was 5, I was positive I would be an Olympic gymnast. I had a Mary Lou Retton leotard that I wore to school to prove it.
4. When I was 12, I was still positive I was going to the Olympics, only it would be for track. (Didn't give this up until I was around 15 . . .)
5. I love learning languages, and could get by in Mandarin Chinese and German for a while (more so Chinese), but have never had the chance to get fluent. Sad. However, I used (past tense) to be able to say hello and thank you in at least 25 languages (7 of them Polynesian . . .)
6. I used to be a tour guide at the Polynesian Cultural Center in Hawaii, so if anyone needs to know how to make tapa, poi, or a love-from-the-tourists-generating headband, I've got your back.
7. I am cooking sausages as I type this.
8. I once burnt my face half-off with boiling lemon pudding. Should have had terrible scars my whole life, but I was miraculously healed. Seriously. A small part of it was due to me offering to snorkel in cold saline at the E.R.
9. I grew up battling the "smart geek" image, but ever since I went into education in college people don't think I'm smart anymore. Woo-hoo?
10. A very large part of me wants to go back to a college dance party. High school would work too, it's just getting hard to remember back that far.
11. I actually met most of my friends at BYU-Hawaii at a dance. Cannot describe those legendary dances. (But if you're reading CS 205, you are a legend, too.)
12. I am wondering right now if something can be legendary if no one probably ever really talks about it, I just think about it in my mind occasionally. Something tells me probably not.
13. I killed a fly for the first time last summer.
14. The sausages are done.
15. I was pregnant with my second baby for 24 days longer than I carried my first. Longest 24 days of my life.
16. Once I was watching TV and playing with a tiny for-kids-to-play-with cup, and it got stuck on my lips. I had to have assistance to pull it off. My lips were HUGE and purple for quite a while.
17. I hated math in high school because it was boring, but when I learned about how it could be cool in my methods class in college I became obsessed with it. I was the school math coordinator, on the district math committee, went to tons of trainings and conferences, and if I could get a master's degree right now that's what it would be. Why does mainstream education stick with the less-effective hated version?
18. I was in a modern dance number at BYU-H where I had to wear black and writhe around on the floor symbolizing the anguish of the people of Singapore when their country was overtaken. I almost never think about that, think I've blocked it.
19. I love to watch sports. I really like playing sports, too, but hardly ever do because I feel stupid that I never really had a chance to learn how.
20. I won a partners pickle ball tournament in P.E. in high school. Since no one ever plays I can claim prowess in that sport.
21. My friends and I took D.I. shopping (and t-shirt making, and strange finds at the mall) to the next-next level in high school. The goal was not to be the most fashionable, but the awesomest (funniest). I long for the days when I could throw on a sweet Neil Diamond shirt with my denim shorts and look great. (Or surprise everyone with a blue polyester cowboy hat or the biggest bell bottoms ever, or, sigh . . .)
22. I want to move to a lovely island and wear a slimming muu muu and hug my babies and run in the sun and NOT think about how I look.
23. Used to make a lot of tiger traps with my sisters in our back alley when I was 6.
24. My first tape was Debbie Gibson. (Only in My Dreams, Shake Your Love, . . .)
25. The day I turned 25 I accidentally took a Lortab instead of my allergy medicine and was too loopy to walk home from church. My mom thought I did it on purpose because I didn't want to be 25. I think that is the funniest part.
Okay, you have to realize that this was a random stream of consciousness, one thing just led to another and I typed along, so I don't know that these are the 25 things that define me most, but I followed the rules . . . they're random!
P.S. When I posted this on facebook people commented about why I want the muu muu to be slimming if I don't want to care how I look . . . anyone with muu muu experience can testify that overly-large ones (as they do tend to be), can seriously interfere with beach running.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Very Cheap Diapers for You
You may have already read about this on pinchingyourpennies.com or someone else's website, but I thought I'd pass it along anyway. If you get on http://www.diapers.com/, spend $49, and use this code, you will get $10 off your order, free shipping, and it will arrive in 2 business days. Here's the code:
GIBB2456
Then, print your receipt and also this rebate:
http://www.diapers.com/helpcenter/parenting.htm
It's a $14.97 rebate!
UPDATE: This link does not work right now. Worked for me and a couple of others, but I don't currently know what's going on. Hopefully I can figure it out and give good news . . .
So it's $25 off in all. I got a big Sam's Club/Costco size box of Huggies, a pack of swim diapers, and two boxes of baby cereal for $26.50 once the rebate comes. ($41.50 before the rebate, which is still pretty darn good.) Also I get a credit for everyone who uses the code, so there is a referral thing in there for you, too. I read about this on PYP, but later found out I could use a friend's code and did that instead. I think this is for March only as far as I can see . . .
So there you go, my first time blogging about a deal. Probably won't go in the blog book . . .
P.S. The code only works for first time diapers.com users, but the rebate works for everyone who hasn't used it yet. Also, there is $5 off Huggies here: http://print.coupons.com/couponweb/Offers.aspx?pid=13306&zid=iq37&nid=10. Don't know how long that link will work. Okay, it's all out of my system.
GIBB2456
Then, print your receipt and also this rebate:
http://www.diapers.com/helpcenter/parenting.htm
It's a $14.97 rebate!
UPDATE: This link does not work right now. Worked for me and a couple of others, but I don't currently know what's going on. Hopefully I can figure it out and give good news . . .
So it's $25 off in all. I got a big Sam's Club/Costco size box of Huggies, a pack of swim diapers, and two boxes of baby cereal for $26.50 once the rebate comes. ($41.50 before the rebate, which is still pretty darn good.) Also I get a credit for everyone who uses the code, so there is a referral thing in there for you, too. I read about this on PYP, but later found out I could use a friend's code and did that instead. I think this is for March only as far as I can see . . .
So there you go, my first time blogging about a deal. Probably won't go in the blog book . . .
P.S. The code only works for first time diapers.com users, but the rebate works for everyone who hasn't used it yet. Also, there is $5 off Huggies here: http://print.coupons.com/couponweb/Offers.aspx?pid=13306&zid=iq37&nid=10. Don't know how long that link will work. Okay, it's all out of my system.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Reflections on Pregnancy
Expenses you don't count in when thinking of pregnancy:
^Antacids. I go through sooooo much of it.
^ Those nights when you're just too tired to cook and end up "grabbing something."
^ When nothing else sounds good but expensive things like Quiznos and Raisin Nut Bran.
Hunger . . . Pregnancy has always made me hungry. Nursing has always made me hungrier. So now combine them (what I am doing now). It is a VERY hungry state of affairs.
Is checking someone else's Algebra 2 over while dealing with morning sickness a form of torture in some countries?
Are soda crackers and ginger ale part of a complete breakfast?
If you were so lucky as to have an easy time being pregnant, the only people who want to hear about it are other people like you. Unless you are one of those people who are good at feeling sorry that others may have a real hard time, even though you didn't, then okay, let's chat, I really appreciate you!
I had an awful time with weight gain/loss in the Josh pregnancy, but got lucky after Noah. I have been having a ton of fun fitting into clothes I haven't worn for 3 1/2 years, hooray! But then this last week, they haven't been fitting or looking right. Man, my tummy is lumpy, I thought . . . oh, yeah, I'm pregnant.
This seems odd on a list with the others, but since I'm adding to it little by little, here goes. In the last few weeks, especially the last few days, when I have been terribly exhausted and at times visciously nauseous, I have had negative-leaning thoughts. But then I have times when I get the chance to reflect on just how precious my children are, and what an amazing miracle it is to be a part in their arrival here on earth. I am so blessed to be in a position to have them. Words can't express the feelings in my heart right now as I listen to them sing and giggle and play with their wonderful daddy who loves them. A little sickness, a little messy house . . . surely I can do it if this is the result.
P.S. At publishing time - I'll just leave this one . . . I can always collect more reflections later. Oh, yes, except I'm glad to report the nausea lessened then went away after the first trimester. Exhaustion is still my constant companion, but I'm told that's normal. I'm normal!
^Antacids. I go through sooooo much of it.
^ Those nights when you're just too tired to cook and end up "grabbing something."
^ When nothing else sounds good but expensive things like Quiznos and Raisin Nut Bran.
Hunger . . . Pregnancy has always made me hungry. Nursing has always made me hungrier. So now combine them (what I am doing now). It is a VERY hungry state of affairs.
Is checking someone else's Algebra 2 over while dealing with morning sickness a form of torture in some countries?
Are soda crackers and ginger ale part of a complete breakfast?
If you were so lucky as to have an easy time being pregnant, the only people who want to hear about it are other people like you. Unless you are one of those people who are good at feeling sorry that others may have a real hard time, even though you didn't, then okay, let's chat, I really appreciate you!
I had an awful time with weight gain/loss in the Josh pregnancy, but got lucky after Noah. I have been having a ton of fun fitting into clothes I haven't worn for 3 1/2 years, hooray! But then this last week, they haven't been fitting or looking right. Man, my tummy is lumpy, I thought . . . oh, yeah, I'm pregnant.
This seems odd on a list with the others, but since I'm adding to it little by little, here goes. In the last few weeks, especially the last few days, when I have been terribly exhausted and at times visciously nauseous, I have had negative-leaning thoughts. But then I have times when I get the chance to reflect on just how precious my children are, and what an amazing miracle it is to be a part in their arrival here on earth. I am so blessed to be in a position to have them. Words can't express the feelings in my heart right now as I listen to them sing and giggle and play with their wonderful daddy who loves them. A little sickness, a little messy house . . . surely I can do it if this is the result.
P.S. At publishing time - I'll just leave this one . . . I can always collect more reflections later. Oh, yes, except I'm glad to report the nausea lessened then went away after the first trimester. Exhaustion is still my constant companion, but I'm told that's normal. I'm normal!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Skinny on Noah
That's right, my poor baby boy is getting skinny . . . for a chubby guy. Noah didn't eat much when he was sick for so many weeks in a row, and so when I took him in for his 9 month appointment last week he had actually lost weight, slipping below the 22 lb. mark to 21 lbs, 8 oz., and falling below the 70th percentile . . . and then I swear he gained it all back in 3 days once his appetite returned. I have no proof of this but my sore back. He has grown taller, though, and is now 29.5 inches, right about the 90th percentile.
I know the classic mom line is "they grow so fast," but it's because they do! All of the sudden he is a little-kid-baby, all over the place exploring. Here he is making words on the fridge. (Okay, that's a stretch, he's learning that the letter 'd' tastes great.)
He's suddenly so interested in stuff he can't stay still for a second. On the developmental handout the doctor gave me it said, "Between the ages of 9 and 12 months, your child may begin to . . ." and one of the points listed was, "Resist diapering." I thought, wow, my child is really ahead of the other kids, he's been resisting diapering for months! I was trying to get a picture of him the morning after his appointment for documenting purposes, and this is just one of many failed attempts.
It might be a sleepy look, but this is the only photo he'd give me . . . I'll take it!
(And yes, I do spend a ton of time kissing his cheeks. When he grows up and they thin out it will be a very sad occasion.)
I know the classic mom line is "they grow so fast," but it's because they do! All of the sudden he is a little-kid-baby, all over the place exploring. Here he is making words on the fridge. (Okay, that's a stretch, he's learning that the letter 'd' tastes great.)
He's suddenly so interested in stuff he can't stay still for a second. On the developmental handout the doctor gave me it said, "Between the ages of 9 and 12 months, your child may begin to . . ." and one of the points listed was, "Resist diapering." I thought, wow, my child is really ahead of the other kids, he's been resisting diapering for months! I was trying to get a picture of him the morning after his appointment for documenting purposes, and this is just one of many failed attempts.
It might be a sleepy look, but this is the only photo he'd give me . . . I'll take it!
(And yes, I do spend a ton of time kissing his cheeks. When he grows up and they thin out it will be a very sad occasion.)My So-Called Life
I know someone who is having struggles. (Surprising?) This person used to tell me it is so awesome that I am always having so much fun and I'm such a good mom and I have it all together. The idea of someone thinking I have it all together makes me want to laugh until I snort. If you know me well, you are probably already snorting. We all, for various reasons, put the "best of" on our blogs, and sometimes in the process get an unrealistic view of what others' lives are like. While I don't intend to really change the style of my posts, I do want others to know that if you're having a hard time, I'm sorry, you're not bad for struggling with things, and I'd love to help if I can. I especially want this one person to know that, so this post is for her.
My kids do their share of screaming and breaking. I have my struggles with anxiety and depression (I hate those guys!). I spend enough time wondering why I am the only one who can't get things all together and organized, why I am so socially awkward, why I don't do all of the things I feel are important, why do I have financial worries and why do I care about it when I'm trying not to and I know it's not important, and on and on. There are times when I would trade my house for a nap. There are times I surf the web longingly, looking at degree programs I'm interested in or jobs I'd like to have. There have been things in my life that have been tough that not many would know about. I feel frumpy a lot of times with my glasses and hair, and oh, my we could all list so many things . . .
I write some of it in my journal, and that helps me deal with stuff. But also, it helps to think about the good things, of which there are so many. Josh may have shattered my Pyrex baking dish, but right now as I type he's putting himself to sleep by singing and counting, and it's adorable. I want to scoop him and kiss him. (Although I won't because he'll never get to bed at this rate . . .) I don't want to turn this into, "I am so good at dealing with stuff," because that would probably be the opposite of helping my struggling friend. But I also don't want to make it sound like I think my life is terrible, because it's not. It's quite wonderful, in fact! I am honest in my blog posts, and if I'm having a rough day I like to go back and smile at them, and remember all of my blessings. My friend Melissa actually photographed her house while sparkling clean so she could go back and look at the pictures any time she is feeling frustrated with messiness . . . not a bad idea.
So I've been sitting on this post for a while (not literally, Josh standing on the computer is how our last one broke), not really sure what kind of conclusion to come to. So here it is - if you're reading my blog and something I say makes you feel inferior, shoot me an email, or comment or whatever. We'll exchange honest banter, use each other's strengths to help each other (we all have different ones!) and we'll all feel better in the end. We all have ups and downs, if we didn't there would be no point to life. But I know our Father in Heaven loves us and wants us to enjoy the ups and help us through the downs, and it is often through one another that He does this. I might not be excellent figuring out how to help, but let me know if I can!
My kids do their share of screaming and breaking. I have my struggles with anxiety and depression (I hate those guys!). I spend enough time wondering why I am the only one who can't get things all together and organized, why I am so socially awkward, why I don't do all of the things I feel are important, why do I have financial worries and why do I care about it when I'm trying not to and I know it's not important, and on and on. There are times when I would trade my house for a nap. There are times I surf the web longingly, looking at degree programs I'm interested in or jobs I'd like to have. There have been things in my life that have been tough that not many would know about. I feel frumpy a lot of times with my glasses and hair, and oh, my we could all list so many things . . .
I write some of it in my journal, and that helps me deal with stuff. But also, it helps to think about the good things, of which there are so many. Josh may have shattered my Pyrex baking dish, but right now as I type he's putting himself to sleep by singing and counting, and it's adorable. I want to scoop him and kiss him. (Although I won't because he'll never get to bed at this rate . . .) I don't want to turn this into, "I am so good at dealing with stuff," because that would probably be the opposite of helping my struggling friend. But I also don't want to make it sound like I think my life is terrible, because it's not. It's quite wonderful, in fact! I am honest in my blog posts, and if I'm having a rough day I like to go back and smile at them, and remember all of my blessings. My friend Melissa actually photographed her house while sparkling clean so she could go back and look at the pictures any time she is feeling frustrated with messiness . . . not a bad idea.
So I've been sitting on this post for a while (not literally, Josh standing on the computer is how our last one broke), not really sure what kind of conclusion to come to. So here it is - if you're reading my blog and something I say makes you feel inferior, shoot me an email, or comment or whatever. We'll exchange honest banter, use each other's strengths to help each other (we all have different ones!) and we'll all feel better in the end. We all have ups and downs, if we didn't there would be no point to life. But I know our Father in Heaven loves us and wants us to enjoy the ups and help us through the downs, and it is often through one another that He does this. I might not be excellent figuring out how to help, but let me know if I can!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Can I Hide the Exaustion?
I really want to keep this baby a secret for now, but I am totally exhausted today. The pregnancy-insomnia/sleeping hard/odd dreams have started, and I don't know what gets me wearier, those, or just the normal pregnancy-sleepy. Anyway, I have been trying hard to be positive about things like economic woes, messy house, etc., but my mom and my sister called me today and . . . I was too tired to hide it. I don't want people to think I'm negative and lame, but like I said, I want to keep this to myself for now. So, mom and Cindy, when you read this, my apologies for the lack of enthusiasm that one day in early March. And my apologies to everyone I treat less-than-excitedly for the next 7 weeks or so . . . I had it steeled in my brain that I will be wonder woman, so I guess I'll just go re-steel right now.
P.S., months later at publishing time.
Anyone reading this will now know why I haven't blogged/commented on blogs much for a while.
They will know why I don't call people to do stuff.
They will know why the wreck at my house was at the next level.
They will know why I looked like I wasn't going to make it through several meetings.
They will know why I was so darn sleepy at Matthew's graduation festivities.
They will hopefully know that I feel really happy because although it's been harder, we've actually had a great couple of months as a family. Sure there were low-lights, but highlights along with them.
P.S., months later at publishing time.
Anyone reading this will now know why I haven't blogged/commented on blogs much for a while.
They will know why I don't call people to do stuff.
They will know why the wreck at my house was at the next level.
They will know why I looked like I wasn't going to make it through several meetings.
They will know why I was so darn sleepy at Matthew's graduation festivities.
They will hopefully know that I feel really happy because although it's been harder, we've actually had a great couple of months as a family. Sure there were low-lights, but highlights along with them.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy . . .
. . . but it just might be a lunatic you're looking for. I don't know why you might be looking for one, but I had to finish the song before dispensing my news . . . which is that we found out this week that we are expecting a baby on November 2! Yes, I am excited for real, although it doesn't seem real at this point. I know it in my head, but I don't know that the whole thing has sunk in really. I tried to look up the progression of my baby on the internet, to see if it would make it seem more real to me. I learned that my baby is the size of a sesame seed and consists of three layers of cells. That wasn't as endearing as I'd hoped.
I have debated what I'll say to people about this. Even at this moment I'm typing a post that I don't plan to publish for quite a long time, and it may not be the same words by then. (It's March 1 right now.) This baby (I'm thinking it's probably a boy) will be 17 months younger than Noah. People tend to think things about that, and while it really doesn't matter what anyone thinks, this has been, and will continue to be, a period of spiritual trying and growth for me. I thought it would be more uplifting for me and everyone if I shared these feelings rather than field the, "Oops!" comments and questions.
When Noah was a little over a week old, I felt way better than expected. After feeling terrible for SO long after Josh's birth, I was elated to find I had survived my first day of taking care of two children. The house was clean (my mom had just left), my boys were beautiful and precious, my husband was wonderful . . . it was one of those moments where everything was right and my heart was about to burst with gratitude and joy. As I knelt down to thank my Father in Heaven, I had an impression that I could do this (have a baby) again soon, as in kids about a year and a half apart. Then, the next day a terrible infection hit me hard and landed me in the E.R., life happened, and then I forgot about the whole thing. But Heavenly Father did not.
Throughout the last 9 months (that is how old Noah is), I have had various things happen to me where the idea was brought back to my mind. Usually this was accompanied by me saying, "Am I crazy, having this stuff come into my head? I'm not that good at doing what I already do!" Some of the experiences are long and/or too sacred to me to share in this forum, but one I don't mind writing was a dream. In the dream Noah had a twin, but I had lost the twin. I was so sad, looking all over and realizing it was my fault the twin was missing. Just as I was about to wake up, I realized it wasn't a twin, but a baby not too much younger than Noah. This really stuck in my mind, and joining that with all of the other things (many which are more significant than that), we decided to say that we were willing to have another baby if the Lord wanted to send one. Apparently he wants to.
In the weeks where I was waiting to find out whether or not I was pregnant, I felt I was going nuts. Scared it would happen, scared it wouldn't. A major rollercoaster of emotions that had me constantly on-edge. When we finally found out the news, a calm came over me, and lasted for an entire week. I honestly felt sooo much better, even though thinking about it for real lead to lots of inadequate feelings. I know that peace is from above, and that even though I don't feel organized enough to do it all, I know that it's the right thing for our family right now. I know that we have enough love, and all of the other things I feel like I don't have enough of will work out. I am excited to meet this little person Heavenly Father feels is so important to send. But I am also excited to enjoy my boys (all three of them) this summer, and spend as much time as possible together before things change.
P.S., at publishing time:
Okay, so I'm leaving it that way. If someone takes the time to read it, they can know the information, I say. I'm still nervous for everyone to know (I've just felt so private about this baby), but I'm running out of things to wear. And yes, I do know now that it's a boy. I am a part of a study on pre-term birth (Josh was a day pre-term, so they want me in), and as part of the study I got an ultrasound the other day. Even though I am just under 17 weeks right now, they could tell. I was happy and smiling at that ultrasound the whole time. Must be meant to be. Exciting!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The Grape Thief, the Superfan, and Other Tales from Indoors
Noah is pretty pumped about his new motor skills (climbing, in particular). We continue to stay mostly in our house to try to get these kids better, so he's had lots of chances to test things out. Josh engineered this experience - taking all of the couch cushions off creating a little jump land. Noah climbed up here himself. Can you tell he's pleased?
Before you say I'm so good and mellow to let them do this, I'll point out a few things. 1. The couch is not exactly new and awesome. 2. I've had plenty of breaking point moments this week with all of the whining and tormenting and general indoor-naughtiness that has occurred due to our shut-in, so this balances it out. 3. What else is a kid supposed to do after so long?
Noah is finding all of the standard kid-joys to be joyous, like climbing on the dishwasher. I realized yesterday that the cuteness of such activities changes dramatically over time. I thought the dishwasher thing was cute. He got ahold of a bar of soap, and as I cleaned him up I exclaimed, "Oh, look at those tiny little finger holes you made in it." At the grocery store he stole a grape from the back of the cart and ate it. "Oh, you funny boy," I said. I mean, these are real kid things to do. He's just exploring and loving his new-found skills. But if Josh did these things . . . reprimands in every case. I'm not planning to change my ways, it's just an observation.
Josh called my mom and told her all about his plans to wear his helmet and his light shoes and go "down and play a BYU football game." So, for lack of helmets available to purchase, my mom got him this hat. I took a picture of him in his hat with my phone, and sent it to my mom. I then took his picture later that night with the real camera. Seems like I started something with that one. 
The next morning he woke up and said, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."
Later on that day he begged me, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."
And again the next morning (you can tell it's a different day because the food is in different spots on his face). "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."
Before you say I'm so good and mellow to let them do this, I'll point out a few things. 1. The couch is not exactly new and awesome. 2. I've had plenty of breaking point moments this week with all of the whining and tormenting and general indoor-naughtiness that has occurred due to our shut-in, so this balances it out. 3. What else is a kid supposed to do after so long?
Noah is finding all of the standard kid-joys to be joyous, like climbing on the dishwasher. I realized yesterday that the cuteness of such activities changes dramatically over time. I thought the dishwasher thing was cute. He got ahold of a bar of soap, and as I cleaned him up I exclaimed, "Oh, look at those tiny little finger holes you made in it." At the grocery store he stole a grape from the back of the cart and ate it. "Oh, you funny boy," I said. I mean, these are real kid things to do. He's just exploring and loving his new-found skills. But if Josh did these things . . . reprimands in every case. I'm not planning to change my ways, it's just an observation.
Josh called my mom and told her all about his plans to wear his helmet and his light shoes and go "down and play a BYU football game." So, for lack of helmets available to purchase, my mom got him this hat. I took a picture of him in his hat with my phone, and sent it to my mom. I then took his picture later that night with the real camera. Seems like I started something with that one. 
The next morning he woke up and said, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat." Later on that day he begged me, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."
And again the next morning (you can tell it's a different day because the food is in different spots on his face). "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat." 
Do you think he likes it?
As for me, I didn't take a picture of myself doing it, but I had to get out, so I borrowed the neighbor's double jogging stroller and went on a little run. It felt great, but I felt like such a mom. I even got a cat-call from someone in a big truck. You know how when you get those you don't know if you're really lookin' good or if some one's mocking you . . .well, this time I didn't wonder. Oh, well, I might try to buy a used one anyway, and embrace what I am wholeheartedly. Why not?
Friday, February 20, 2009
The New Girls Carried the Week . . .
My sister and Gary's sister both had baby girls last week on the same day! If you want to see Allison's baby, you should click here. If pics of Sarah's baby interest you, you should click here. My boys now have 20 cousins, and Josh is in love with all of them.
Those cute girls are my source of adorable pictures for the time being, because I have taken none. Last week Josh was throwing up and this week Noah has bronchiolits, neither of which seemed photo-worthy. We snuck a trip to St. George in there, which was very fun until Noah and I got sick, so no fun-in-the-sun shots from that, either. I did let Josh pick out some valentines to give to his cousins and grandpa (he set one aside for the bishop as well). He chose Transformers with little markers, kind of like this one. This one is for YOU. Do you feel the love?
Essay: Charter Schools in 10 Million Words or Less
There is a charter school opening in my area, and a whole lot of people have been asking me what I think about them. Since decision-time for school next year is coming right up, I thought I'd take a minute and write out my thoughts. This could be a very long post . . .
The answer is . . . they can be fantastic or terrible. Or somewhere in between. Just like regular schools. I have read about some charter schools in various journals that sound wonderful. I have witnessed and heard of some charter schools that I would never send my child to. Keep in mind when I make my comments that I am addressing the way the charter school system works in Utah, and I don't know a lot about how it's done elsewhere.
The answer is . . . they can be fantastic or terrible. Or somewhere in between. Just like regular schools. I have read about some charter schools in various journals that sound wonderful. I have witnessed and heard of some charter schools that I would never send my child to. Keep in mind when I make my comments that I am addressing the way the charter school system works in Utah, and I don't know a lot about how it's done elsewhere.
I like the notion of having a choice to send your child elsewhere if your neighborhood school is not meeting your needs. However, I would be inclined to try and get the neighborhood school to meet my needs before shopping around. Neighborhood public schools play a great role in communities. It is the place where people of all backgrounds come together and interact with each other. Everyone that sends their child to a neighborhood school has concern for the same geographic area, thus providing a way for people to network with others who have interest in improving the quality of life in their area. Everyone at the school wants to help those that struggle among them, either academically or in some other way. The neighborhood school has been compared to the modern day "town square." Much has been written about this, but I think that's enough for this conversation.
I do not like the notion of parents, without knowledge and background in education, being basically in charge of things. Parents are the most important aspect of a child's education, absolutely. Any program, class, or curriculum that is to succeed must closely involve parents. However, just being a concerned parent, even a highly-educated, highly-concerned parent, does not qualify someone to make decisions about things for which they have not been educated if these decisions affect large groups of children. Yes, there are many things about education that can be intuitive, and it is not difficult to teach the basics to children who are naturally good at learning. But, in order to help all children reach their full potentials, it takes a whole lot more than just knowing what the kids should know. It requires a knowledge of child development, especially cognitive development, and the process of how this development manifests in each subject area. You must then match this with various learning styles of the children you teach and instructional techniques that have been shown to elicit growth and progress toward your learning goals. This is A LOT to know. People research it their whole lives, so surely those that make educational decisions for our children should at least know the basics. Do you know about phonological and phonemic awareness, conservation, disequilibrium, comprehensive input, subitizing, and the instructional implications for each? Probably not much unless you are a teacher. (I know lingo changes, just realize I'm trying to make a point.)
It can be argued that not everyone who is currently in charge of our schools knows all that they should, and are making poor decisions. True, but we should be in support of moving in a direction where educators do know what they should, not in the direction of putting people in charge that have no background at all. Budgetary restrictions that are not allowing progress in quality of public education is a whole different topic. I'll just say that yes, regular public schools are not always moving in the direction we'd all like, so that's why sometimes a charter school is a good option. However, a fantastic charter school will not have a board of people with no educational background in charge. I'm not knowledgeable enough about the fantastic charter schools to know how they got that fantastic, but I wouldn't think it was just luck. For some reason most of the charter school/home school crowd around here has come to most of the same conclusions about what curricula to choose. I've heard people say, "My sister teaches in a totally exclusive private school in California, and she says that curriculum is awesome." Does anyone else realize why choosing a curriculum based on comments like this falls short?
One thing that bothers me about any organization is when they promise more than is possible to deliver. I've found that often charter schools do this. Somehow they will pay teachers enough to attract the best, have small class sizes, have the best supplies and curricula . . . all with public funds. Yes, there is a lot of good a school can do by thinking outside the box, but the money is what the money is - not that much for schools, especially in the state of Utah. The regular public schools aren't sinking millions into fancy assemblies or something silly (usually), the "extra" simply does not exist. Maybe the schools themselves aren't exactly promising all of this, it's just the parents talking about it who hope they've found a solution to the problems they see. I don't know.
A challenge faced by charter schools around here is finding teachers. It is hard for a new charter school to attract experienced teachers because they already have tenure, a place on the pay scale, a social network, and leadership positions in the schools and districts where they teach. If a district opens a new school they simply transfer some of the experienced teachers, but charter schools do not have this luxury as they are not members of any district. New teachers are enthusiastic and up-to-date on the latest in education, but need experienced mentors to make it through the first little while. Another problem in the county where I went to college is that the buzz surrounding what it's like to teach at charter schools is not very positive. Most graduates wouldn't work at one as their first choice. Now, I'm not saying that there are not good or even excellent teachers at these schools. I'm just saying there are a few more challenges for charter schools when hiring.
A few words on the aforementioned curricula that seems to always get chosen around here. (They have been chosen for my new local charter as well.) Each one of these could prompt an essay of its own to really explain myself, but I'll just touch on them here.
The Core Knowledge Sequence. I've spent a lot of time on their website, but have not witnessed first-hand a school that uses it. I appreciate the ideas behind it, and see some good it in it. However, overall it seems unnecessary for a state with well-researched state standards. At least in K-3, Utah has that. Why spend precious money on this other thing? In addition, the people behind the sequence clearly do not have a grasp on early childhood development, otherwise they would not have said so many of the things that are posted on their website.
The Spaulding Method. This is not popular enough in literacy circles that I have heard it discussed by name in classes or conferences to this point. I have been on their website as well, and think there is a lot of good in their ideas. However, what I see presented as the curriculum on the website should only be a part of a whole literacy experience for children. My thoughts for now is that it could be a really great thing if used right, but could be stifling if used exclusively.
Saxon Math. This is the one I feel well-qualified to comment on. I spent two years on the math committee for my school district, and participated in a curriculum adoption decision that lasted the whole two years. It involved a ton of research and more blood, sweat, and tears than I have time to write in this post. Saxon Math was not even in our top 5. In fact, we found it to be the antithesis of the way mathematics instruction should be moving. It has a fantastic spiral composition, and is great for teaching kids arithmetic. But that's it. The critical thinking, problem solving, and strong sense of number that students need is not supported by Saxon. The next generation of students that will raise the level of science and engineering in America will not materialize this way. I could write a very long essay on mathematics education, but will stop. Please don't stop being my friend if you like Saxon, I know this is a divisive issue.
Anyway, if you are still with me you are a good person. Or especially interested in charter schools. As for my neighborhood school, I don't know how things are there so I can't compare them. The charter school that is opening near me has extremely excellent goals, so it will be interesting to see how they do. If I lived near an excellent charter school and my neighborhood school was stinky, of course I would pick the charter. If all things were pretty much equal I'd choose the neighborhood school for reasons stated long ago. If I lived near a one-room school house and that's it, I would send my kids to it with their book and slates happily in hand. And that's my conclusion.
I do not like the notion of parents, without knowledge and background in education, being basically in charge of things. Parents are the most important aspect of a child's education, absolutely. Any program, class, or curriculum that is to succeed must closely involve parents. However, just being a concerned parent, even a highly-educated, highly-concerned parent, does not qualify someone to make decisions about things for which they have not been educated if these decisions affect large groups of children. Yes, there are many things about education that can be intuitive, and it is not difficult to teach the basics to children who are naturally good at learning. But, in order to help all children reach their full potentials, it takes a whole lot more than just knowing what the kids should know. It requires a knowledge of child development, especially cognitive development, and the process of how this development manifests in each subject area. You must then match this with various learning styles of the children you teach and instructional techniques that have been shown to elicit growth and progress toward your learning goals. This is A LOT to know. People research it their whole lives, so surely those that make educational decisions for our children should at least know the basics. Do you know about phonological and phonemic awareness, conservation, disequilibrium, comprehensive input, subitizing, and the instructional implications for each? Probably not much unless you are a teacher. (I know lingo changes, just realize I'm trying to make a point.)
It can be argued that not everyone who is currently in charge of our schools knows all that they should, and are making poor decisions. True, but we should be in support of moving in a direction where educators do know what they should, not in the direction of putting people in charge that have no background at all. Budgetary restrictions that are not allowing progress in quality of public education is a whole different topic. I'll just say that yes, regular public schools are not always moving in the direction we'd all like, so that's why sometimes a charter school is a good option. However, a fantastic charter school will not have a board of people with no educational background in charge. I'm not knowledgeable enough about the fantastic charter schools to know how they got that fantastic, but I wouldn't think it was just luck. For some reason most of the charter school/home school crowd around here has come to most of the same conclusions about what curricula to choose. I've heard people say, "My sister teaches in a totally exclusive private school in California, and she says that curriculum is awesome." Does anyone else realize why choosing a curriculum based on comments like this falls short?
One thing that bothers me about any organization is when they promise more than is possible to deliver. I've found that often charter schools do this. Somehow they will pay teachers enough to attract the best, have small class sizes, have the best supplies and curricula . . . all with public funds. Yes, there is a lot of good a school can do by thinking outside the box, but the money is what the money is - not that much for schools, especially in the state of Utah. The regular public schools aren't sinking millions into fancy assemblies or something silly (usually), the "extra" simply does not exist. Maybe the schools themselves aren't exactly promising all of this, it's just the parents talking about it who hope they've found a solution to the problems they see. I don't know.
A challenge faced by charter schools around here is finding teachers. It is hard for a new charter school to attract experienced teachers because they already have tenure, a place on the pay scale, a social network, and leadership positions in the schools and districts where they teach. If a district opens a new school they simply transfer some of the experienced teachers, but charter schools do not have this luxury as they are not members of any district. New teachers are enthusiastic and up-to-date on the latest in education, but need experienced mentors to make it through the first little while. Another problem in the county where I went to college is that the buzz surrounding what it's like to teach at charter schools is not very positive. Most graduates wouldn't work at one as their first choice. Now, I'm not saying that there are not good or even excellent teachers at these schools. I'm just saying there are a few more challenges for charter schools when hiring.
A few words on the aforementioned curricula that seems to always get chosen around here. (They have been chosen for my new local charter as well.) Each one of these could prompt an essay of its own to really explain myself, but I'll just touch on them here.
The Core Knowledge Sequence. I've spent a lot of time on their website, but have not witnessed first-hand a school that uses it. I appreciate the ideas behind it, and see some good it in it. However, overall it seems unnecessary for a state with well-researched state standards. At least in K-3, Utah has that. Why spend precious money on this other thing? In addition, the people behind the sequence clearly do not have a grasp on early childhood development, otherwise they would not have said so many of the things that are posted on their website.
The Spaulding Method. This is not popular enough in literacy circles that I have heard it discussed by name in classes or conferences to this point. I have been on their website as well, and think there is a lot of good in their ideas. However, what I see presented as the curriculum on the website should only be a part of a whole literacy experience for children. My thoughts for now is that it could be a really great thing if used right, but could be stifling if used exclusively.
Saxon Math. This is the one I feel well-qualified to comment on. I spent two years on the math committee for my school district, and participated in a curriculum adoption decision that lasted the whole two years. It involved a ton of research and more blood, sweat, and tears than I have time to write in this post. Saxon Math was not even in our top 5. In fact, we found it to be the antithesis of the way mathematics instruction should be moving. It has a fantastic spiral composition, and is great for teaching kids arithmetic. But that's it. The critical thinking, problem solving, and strong sense of number that students need is not supported by Saxon. The next generation of students that will raise the level of science and engineering in America will not materialize this way. I could write a very long essay on mathematics education, but will stop. Please don't stop being my friend if you like Saxon, I know this is a divisive issue.
Anyway, if you are still with me you are a good person. Or especially interested in charter schools. As for my neighborhood school, I don't know how things are there so I can't compare them. The charter school that is opening near me has extremely excellent goals, so it will be interesting to see how they do. If I lived near an excellent charter school and my neighborhood school was stinky, of course I would pick the charter. If all things were pretty much equal I'd choose the neighborhood school for reasons stated long ago. If I lived near a one-room school house and that's it, I would send my kids to it with their book and slates happily in hand. And that's my conclusion.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
My Man
This is usually how Gary can be found.
Okay, not really, but it's funny to think of him as being stereotypical SoCal. When I make millions for my invention we'll be able to live there and surf all the time. And allow us to take surfing lessons so we can do so. Anyway Liz, I didn't forget, here's my hubby tag.
I tag Ashley, cause I don't know anything about your husband and you haven't posted in ages and I'm dying to hear from you.
Okay, not really, but it's funny to think of him as being stereotypical SoCal. When I make millions for my invention we'll be able to live there and surf all the time. And allow us to take surfing lessons so we can do so. Anyway Liz, I didn't forget, here's my hubby tag.Where we met: At linger longer. (It's a socializing event for single people in my church.) Gary had just moved into the ward, and we ate Otter Pops and exchanged pleasantries. I thought he was really good looking, and he remembers me as not being dressed up. I was. Oh, well.
We went on our first date: To the IMAX theater at Thanksgiving Point. We watched, "Volcanoes of the Great Deep," which taught us all about hypothermophiles. I thought it was fine, but he thought it wasn't going well so he bought me some food to go and dropped me off at my apartment to eat it alone.
How long we dated before we got married? Depends on how you define it. 1 year from first date to marriage, but probably only 6 months of dating seriously before we were married.
How long have we been married: 3 1/2 years
What is my favorite physical feature about him: Eyes
What's my favorite quality about him: He is genuinely good - so hard to stop there because there are so many, but it says favorite . . .
What's his nickname for me: Em (Woo, don't you feel like you're in on a secret now?)
What's his nickname for me: Em (Woo, don't you feel like you're in on a secret now?)
His favorite color: Blue? He doesn't whine about what color his toothbrush is or fight over crayons, so it's tough to know exactly.
His favorite sport: baseball (he's said it's his favorite before, but he likes a ton of them, so feel free to contradict me, Gary)
Who said the L word first: He did during a "big talk" of ours. I felt all giddy inside for days.
First kiss, where and when: Right outside my apartment door after our big DTR where he was trying to tell me I should give another guy (we'll call him Julio) a try if I had any feelings for him. I said, "I don't want to date Julio. I want to date you." That was enough for a kiss.
Favorite couple thing to do: Talk. We love to do whatever fun or silly thing, but when it comes down to it we just want an excuse to be with each other and talk.
His hidden talent: Playing air guitar. He can play the real guitar, too, but lately Josh has convinced him to reveal his especially good air-guitar version. (I guess the difference is that the air guitar is air-electric, where he actually plays the acoustic guitar.)
His favorite music: Oh, gosh, he likes a huge variety. Favorite . . .James Taylor?
What I admire most about him: He is able to give people the benefit of the doubt and see the good in them in a way that is hard for me to grasp, especially when my emotions get involved.
His favorite past times: Being with his family, playing/watching sports, listening to music, singing, traveling.
Will he read this: Normally, yes, but right now he is so busy he barely sleeps . . . I'll tell him to, though.
Look at how happy he is to take out the trash. See why I love him, ladies
I tag Ashley, cause I don't know anything about your husband and you haven't posted in ages and I'm dying to hear from you.
It's Never Too Late for Eight
Tonight I am doing two tags I'm sure the people who tagged me had given up on me doing. Tricked you, here it is. (Other one is next)
8 Things that happened yesterday:
1. Had to change Noah's onesie 3 times, if you know what I mean.
2. Played air-Rockband with Josh for quite a while (he kept making me be guitar).
3. Decided the Barney games on PBS Kids are lame.
4. Made Chocolate Eclair Dessert with Josh helping/licking all the while.
5. Gary went into work at 2 a.m.
6. Josh and I danced around to "Just Dance" with basketballs
7. Noah pulled himself up to the tub for the first time
8. My blow-dryer started smelling like burnt.
8 Movies I Live to Watch (This is a pretty heavy title, which made me worry and not do the tag for a long time. Then I realized it doesn't matter what I put, and these are just 8 movies I like that I thought of quickly. Why so long for this obvious realization?)
1. While You Were Sleeping
2. Star Wars
3. Oceans Any-number
4. The Man Who Knew Too Little
5. School of Rock
6. A Christmas Story
7. Back to the Future
8. The Man From Snowy River
8 Favorite places to eat:
1. Cafe Rio
2. Macaroni Grill
3. Bucca Di Beppo
4. Mis Amores
5. P.F. Changs
6. Famous Dave's
7. Cracker Barrell
8. The amazing French place on the beach in St. Martin's
8 Things I'm looking forward to:
1. For the legislative session to be over
2. When I win a trip to Hawaii
3. Spring
4. For the legislative session to be over
5. To see my sister-in-law's baby
6. To see my sister's baby
7. When shelves get built in my closets
8. For the legis . . . yah
8 Things on my wish list:
1. A couple million dolla' (that'll cover the material items on my list)
2. World peace
3. Happiness for everyone
4. Puppies for everyone (potty-trained ones)
5. Josh to get potty trained
6. Me to get organized
7. A glass of water
8. A long winter's nap
I'll go get #7 on my wish list now. Things are going very well so far . . .
8 Things that happened yesterday:
1. Had to change Noah's onesie 3 times, if you know what I mean.
2. Played air-Rockband with Josh for quite a while (he kept making me be guitar).
3. Decided the Barney games on PBS Kids are lame.
4. Made Chocolate Eclair Dessert with Josh helping/licking all the while.
5. Gary went into work at 2 a.m.
6. Josh and I danced around to "Just Dance" with basketballs
7. Noah pulled himself up to the tub for the first time
8. My blow-dryer started smelling like burnt.
8 Movies I Live to Watch (This is a pretty heavy title, which made me worry and not do the tag for a long time. Then I realized it doesn't matter what I put, and these are just 8 movies I like that I thought of quickly. Why so long for this obvious realization?)
1. While You Were Sleeping
2. Star Wars
3. Oceans Any-number
4. The Man Who Knew Too Little
5. School of Rock
6. A Christmas Story
7. Back to the Future
8. The Man From Snowy River
8 Favorite places to eat:
1. Cafe Rio
2. Macaroni Grill
3. Bucca Di Beppo
4. Mis Amores
5. P.F. Changs
6. Famous Dave's
7. Cracker Barrell
8. The amazing French place on the beach in St. Martin's
8 Things I'm looking forward to:
1. For the legislative session to be over
2. When I win a trip to Hawaii
3. Spring
4. For the legislative session to be over
5. To see my sister-in-law's baby
6. To see my sister's baby
7. When shelves get built in my closets
8. For the legis . . . yah
8 Things on my wish list:
1. A couple million dolla' (that'll cover the material items on my list)
2. World peace
3. Happiness for everyone
4. Puppies for everyone (potty-trained ones)
5. Josh to get potty trained
6. Me to get organized
7. A glass of water
8. A long winter's nap
I'll go get #7 on my wish list now. Things are going very well so far . . .
Monday, February 9, 2009
Stepping into Noah's Moccasins
Mom has to capture the adorableness of baby pancake-scarfing . . .
But then someone else has to have his picture taken, too.
After a nice pancake meal Noah starts playing with the new toy he got for Christmas. He then watches in disbelief as Josh commandeers it and turns it into a drum. (Josh's favorite song "Dirty Little Secret" is on, after all.)
Here's 2-seconds of that action.
Oh, well. Noah will just crawl around until he finds something else to play with.
Then suddenly something comes flying through the air and lands right in front of him. Seems someone was a little too violent while drumming . . . (Not that you were worried about my toilet brush, but the Welder Glue did fix it. Good thing because it did not fix my van's side mirror, but that's another story with the moral: I am an idiot.)
Another day, another chance to start fresh with breakfast. Josh offers to serve his little brother.
Noah has an unfortunate diaper explosion (fie unto you , Parent's Choice!), which lands both children a bath opportunity. Josh puts an 8 on Noah's head and finds it very funny. Funnier thing is, it sticks on there, and Noah is 8 months old. We talk about how old Josh is, and he puts a 2 on his own head, which also sticks. They spend most of the bath numbered.
Lunch time - I think a picture speaks a thousand words here.
Are you starting to get the feeling for how Noah's life goes? Great, now get his moccasin off before you stretch it out.
P.S. I have to reassure you that the toilet brush was brand new. And also that Noah adores Josh - he finds him to be highly entertaining, as do I.
But then someone else has to have his picture taken, too.
After a nice pancake meal Noah starts playing with the new toy he got for Christmas. He then watches in disbelief as Josh commandeers it and turns it into a drum. (Josh's favorite song "Dirty Little Secret" is on, after all.)
Here's 2-seconds of that action.Oh, well. Noah will just crawl around until he finds something else to play with.
Then suddenly something comes flying through the air and lands right in front of him. Seems someone was a little too violent while drumming . . . (Not that you were worried about my toilet brush, but the Welder Glue did fix it. Good thing because it did not fix my van's side mirror, but that's another story with the moral: I am an idiot.)
Another day, another chance to start fresh with breakfast. Josh offers to serve his little brother.
Noah has an unfortunate diaper explosion (fie unto you , Parent's Choice!), which lands both children a bath opportunity. Josh puts an 8 on Noah's head and finds it very funny. Funnier thing is, it sticks on there, and Noah is 8 months old. We talk about how old Josh is, and he puts a 2 on his own head, which also sticks. They spend most of the bath numbered.
Lunch time - I think a picture speaks a thousand words here.
Are you starting to get the feeling for how Noah's life goes? Great, now get his moccasin off before you stretch it out.
P.S. I have to reassure you that the toilet brush was brand new. And also that Noah adores Josh - he finds him to be highly entertaining, as do I.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Veggie Tray vs. 3 Cousins
The veggie tray didn't stand a chance.
(Josh, Michael, and Christian, taken at Sara and Taylor's right after Christmas. My camera was dying and fuzzy, but that's artistic, right?)
(Josh, Michael, and Christian, taken at Sara and Taylor's right after Christmas. My camera was dying and fuzzy, but that's artistic, right?)P.S. (A couple days later). Apparently the fuzziness makes it difficult for folks to know what exactly is happening. The children are not excited to devour the vegetables, but to pile them all up in the dip.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Gary's Hapt Birthday
Gary recently had a major-milestone birthday, so I wanted to try to celebrate in a milestone-type way. Obviously the first step to festivity was letting Josh pick out a bunch of stuff for the party, since he really knows what he's doing. He picked out a card about golfing (Gary doesn't golf), a banner, some Spiderman plates, and some party blower thingies (you know, where the paper inflates and blows out). As soon as we got home from the store Josh started searching the sacks for the stuff, but my secrets were safe because Gary didn't understand a thing he was saying. (Imagine a distraught 2-year-old asking over and over, "Mom, where da bwow-ons (blow-ons)? Bwow-ons, mom, where dey?")
Luckily Gary's birthday was on a Sunday, so we got to have birthday breakfast as an everyone's-awake-family. Noah had his first pancakes, and absolutely scarfed them. Gary and Josh apparently liked them, too.
Here is the banner Josh chose for Gary. I thought it was pretty great, and it hung there festively for a couple of hours before Gary's brother Taylor asked, "Is there any reason why Gary is having a hapt birthday?" Sure enough, the birthday was hapt. It was made in China exclusively for Wal-Mart, so it screams quality. No, I'm not taking it back and getting a new one. I enjoyed Gary's Hapt Birthday quite a lot.
We had a grand birthday buffet (that was the intent, so don't tell me if it wasn't), and then our favorite chocolate cake. Woo-hoo, Gary's getting a lot of candles these days! (Nephews looking on.)
Don't worry, though, photographic evidence shows he didn't have to blow out the candles alone. Michael and Dereck are shown here, but Josh was doing the same thing from across the table.
Then it was time for Giant Boggle. (The red paper has a Boggle grid on it.) Three of Gary's brothers and one of his sisters came with their families, and so did one of my sisters, so we had a full house. You would think playing Boggle wouldn't work in these circumstances, but we had a great time. I wasn't getting any original words, but for some reason Gary and his brothers are really good at it. But where is Gary?
He's in the back, quietly beating everyone.
Noah loved having people around to pay attention to him. I know Martha's closing her eyes here, but she's still beautiful.
Then it was pinata time! The pinata was giant lips, if that's not apparent. Josh and Michael took the first surprisingly hard whacks at it. This was right down their alley.
Here's the shot I got of Gary's turn.
When the pinata finally broke, low-fat granola bars and Tootsie Rolls (one item befitting Gary's age, and one item for the kids) came spilling out. Noah was taking advantage of the situation as much as anyone. A couple minutes later I retrieved a piece of Tootsie Roll from his mouth. 
It was so much fun having everyone together, I wish we had some darling group shot, but alas, there is none. Wait, the Boggle shot is darling in a studious way . . . regardless, I have no conclusion because I don't know exactly what Gary thought. I hope you had a happy birthday . . . I love you, hope you have a very Hapt year!
Luckily Gary's birthday was on a Sunday, so we got to have birthday breakfast as an everyone's-awake-family. Noah had his first pancakes, and absolutely scarfed them. Gary and Josh apparently liked them, too.
Here is the banner Josh chose for Gary. I thought it was pretty great, and it hung there festively for a couple of hours before Gary's brother Taylor asked, "Is there any reason why Gary is having a hapt birthday?" Sure enough, the birthday was hapt. It was made in China exclusively for Wal-Mart, so it screams quality. No, I'm not taking it back and getting a new one. I enjoyed Gary's Hapt Birthday quite a lot.
We had a grand birthday buffet (that was the intent, so don't tell me if it wasn't), and then our favorite chocolate cake. Woo-hoo, Gary's getting a lot of candles these days! (Nephews looking on.)
Don't worry, though, photographic evidence shows he didn't have to blow out the candles alone. Michael and Dereck are shown here, but Josh was doing the same thing from across the table.Then it was time for Giant Boggle. (The red paper has a Boggle grid on it.) Three of Gary's brothers and one of his sisters came with their families, and so did one of my sisters, so we had a full house. You would think playing Boggle wouldn't work in these circumstances, but we had a great time. I wasn't getting any original words, but for some reason Gary and his brothers are really good at it. But where is Gary?
He's in the back, quietly beating everyone.
Noah loved having people around to pay attention to him. I know Martha's closing her eyes here, but she's still beautiful.
Then it was pinata time! The pinata was giant lips, if that's not apparent. Josh and Michael took the first surprisingly hard whacks at it. This was right down their alley.
Here's the shot I got of Gary's turn.
When the pinata finally broke, low-fat granola bars and Tootsie Rolls (one item befitting Gary's age, and one item for the kids) came spilling out. Noah was taking advantage of the situation as much as anyone. A couple minutes later I retrieved a piece of Tootsie Roll from his mouth. 
It was so much fun having everyone together, I wish we had some darling group shot, but alas, there is none. Wait, the Boggle shot is darling in a studious way . . . regardless, I have no conclusion because I don't know exactly what Gary thought. I hope you had a happy birthday . . . I love you, hope you have a very Hapt year!
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