The Scholastic book fair is once again coming to our school next week. It will be nice to get some new books on the shelf. However, I was a little disappointed when the Scholastic flyer arrived in my son’s folder. I sat there at the table checking out all the titles of the books they were promoting and was saddened. Seriously, Scholastic you can do better than this.
Stay Alive #1 Crash? Cover complete with an airplane plummeting into the ocean. This is elementary school!! Good luck to the parents that are trying to get their kids on a plane for their next Disney vacation!
Zombie Goldfish, you can’t do better than that? That’s just disgusting.
What happen to books with meaning? Books that make you laugh and teach you a good life lesson? Well, I guess “staying alive” would be teaching a lesson, but this is elementary school. Am I being naive to think that kids should be wanting to read things a little more wholesome? Is it just me that finds these titles a bit inappropriate for K-4?
I’m pretty certain that I am not the only mother out there that uses the Rainbow Loom after the kids have gone to bed? Anyone?
We’re late to the whole Rainbow Loom craze. Santa was supposed to deliver a Rainbow Loom for Christmas but it must have fallen off the sled. Oops. Anywho, my eldest and I went to the craft store a few weeks ago and got a Rainbow Loom. I showed him how to use it and he spent the afternoon making bracelets rather than asking to play video games or arguing with his brothers. Score for mommy! However, he wanted to know how to do the “really cool” ones. AKA he wanted mom to make the “really cool” ones. So this mommy immediately went to You Tube for some tutorials. I was amazed by all the videos and variety of bracelets, etc.
This is where it all happened. I became a Rainbow Loom addict. I think I spent about four hours at the dining room table with a beer (or two), the Rainbow Loom, and You Tube. I must say the kids were thrilled to wake up to some new “really cool” bracelets. I have since found myself a few times with wine in one hand and a rainbow hook in the other while bingeing on Breaking Bad. I find it somewhat therapeutic (except when a band slips…grrr).
Creating all these bracelets is well and good, but what to do with all them? There are some great organizations out there such as Looms for Love. Organizations that collect bracelets and handmade cards to give to local children’s hospitals and nursing homes. It’s such a wonderful way to get your children involved in their community and bring smiles to people. So now as I loom in our leftover “girly” colors the boys don’t want, I know these bracelets of hot pink will find a home with a child who will love them.
Loom on mamas.
It was pouring rain as I sat there in the car with a manila folder in my hand containing all the documents I needed. I couldn’t get myself to get out of the car. I sat a little longer listening to a little Avicii and getting myself pepped up. I took a few deep breaths and headed inside to hand over another child to the school system. My heart. With my first born it hurt a little. With my second, I was a pro. No big deal. But with my BABY! Just sadness. I can’t believe it is his turn for kindergarten already.
I was in and out of city hall rather quickly seeing I had everything already filled out, signed, and copied. As I said, I was now a pro. It was like ripping off a band aid. In and out. As I took the elevator back down to the lobby I felt my heart sink with it. All those questions and anxieties came rushing to me again. Leaving my baby with a stranger all. day. long. Are they going to understand his personality? Will the other kids be nice to him? Will they accept him and his strange new “recipe” of bananas with cheese crackers? Will he be trying to escape the classroom and run down the hallways in search of his brothers? Then I remembered the ONE thing I was actually looking forward to… all three boys in the SAME school!!
At last the playing chicken with oncoming traffic through two towns to get him to school on time after dropping off his brothers will be over. Still my heart is aching a bit. Bittersweet.