Friday, June 13, 2014

Philmont, Day 1

We arrived this morning, already smelly, tired and sore.  An all-night bus ride will do that to you.

The slow process of check-in has started.  The boys don't seem to mind a bit - they sit down and play cards at every opportunity.  We have two crews, one loud and one quiet.  We always know where both are - the loud one is easy to find because they are so loud.  The quiet one is easy to find because they are always where they are supposed to be.

Philmont is about mental toughness.  Between the beeping every three seconds for eight of the eleven bus hours and the waiting with no end in sight and no sleep, the mental toughness is already required.

Altitude is 6700, hiking is just around camp today.  Backpacking starts tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The witches

I had a substitute teacher the other day, and I asked her to read a chapter "The Witches," as it's what I've been reading to my students.  Thought nothing of it.

About three days later, completely off topic (I'm pretty sure it was during math, because that's the way this little guy rolls), one of my kids says, "I didn't like it when the substitute read the witches.  She didn't do the voices."  Do you like it when I do the voices, I asked him.  Yes, he said, it's so much better that way.

I told him that the only reason why I did the voices was because I could still hear my mother's voice reading me that book.  And I always will.  I bet my sisters hear her voice that she did, too, especially when she would say "dogs drrrroppings!"

"Mrs. Fortenberry, are you crying?  Why are your eyes all watery?"

Ugh, yes, little one.  I'm the teacher who does the voices in the books and then cries at the end.  And when I have a sweet memory of when I was nine.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Mom blogger vs mommy blogger

I read an article recently about the lack of people blogging about parenting children that aren't toddlers or new babies.  The bloggers whose kids no longer call them "mommy."

I have lots of thoughts about why, possibly these people are too busy at baseball tournaments, camping with their Boy Scouts, or too busy being annoyed with their children for not washing their dishes.  They just aren't cute any more and their issues are bigger and messier.

It's been years since I've hung out with a crowd where it's socially acceptable to tell your birth story or talk about your child's bowels or even getting those picky eaters to eat.  I'm in a phase where we talk about how often we check our child's text messages, how to keep enough groceries in the house and "holy crap, that kid's voice in changing!"

Do we still need support and need to hear that our issues are completely normal?  YES.  Do we need friends, virtual and real, that help us with advice for SAT's and class rankings and how to get our kids in college and out of our houses?  YES.  

Eventually, we will be blogging about adult diapers and those darn kids that won't get off our lawns.  Eventually.  For now, I just wish my kid would wash her dish that's been sitting in the sink since yesterday.