Gosh, remember when a can of 7-Up with a straw, a warm blanket, and a kiss from Mom would make everything "all better"? Well, who'd have guessed that *mumble-mumble* years later, a cup of coffee, a bag of chocolates, and a Jane Austen flick would have the same effect?
The boys flew through their lessons today. I don't know if I'm not pushing them enough, or if they're just really enjoying it. (Kind of afraid to test the theory, really.) We hit the market for a thrilling two and a half hours of grocery shopping. The manager approached to ask if we'd like help getting our groceries out to the car. Um, it's 26' out, I have two carts, and... YEAH, BABY!! Bring it on! The poor kid who came to help us seemed a bit at a loss for words. He kept looking from one cart to the next, not actually making eye contact with any of us. Awkward, but I'm still grateful for the escort.
We came home and I turned the boys loose outside. Emily slept. Smidge slept. The big boys romped in the frigid sunshine with the dog (who was deleriously glad to have somebody to play with outside) while I unloaded the groceries, put them away, and made supper.
Since we finished The Indian in the Cupboard, we stopped at the video store and rented the movie version. James is so deeply, genetically linked to me. He could hardly watch the movie for all the running commentary about how it differed from the book. John, of course, thought the movie was much better than the book. He doesn't "see" the story as it's read to him, so he is more readily gratified with the visuals of a movie, whereas James gets his enjoyment out of the development of the story (the book has to make the characters "real" for him). It's fun to see such different learning styles in action, and to know that we can accomodate both. In all, it was a fun evening.
Storytime took us well past ten o'clock tonight. Oy. But each child got some personalized, one-on-one time alone, which I think they all needed. It was good, and that's a worthwhile reason to stay up late, anyway.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
4 comments:
Good morning, Dy. It was nice to see you'd come to visit :-). Your post revived memories of the days when my kids were younger--their running around in the yard to play, the naps, the shopping and meals...
Hard to believe my baby just turned 14!
Have a blessed day--
Jean
Which Jane Austen flick?
Maybe it's a firstborn thing, but Jake is just the same way with books and movies, and I am too. I just can't understand how or why someone would mess with a perfectly good story. But then I am not the person paying to have the movie made, so, oh well.
So glad your day was better!
mere
P&P. The new one. I was prepared to hate it. But, *grin* I didn't.
That might be it. I see it in a lot of the first-born kids we all have. "There is how things are supposed to be. And then there's the way these morons go about it!" LOL I wonder if Siskel or Ebert is a firstborn? Hmmmm.
Dy
We recently read Misty of Chincoteague & then rented the movie. Yikes! Pretty bad, and Nothing like the book. T. and I kept Ed posted on where they went wrong, while poor K. tried to enjoy her wonderful horse movie in peace. We Did like the movie The Indian in the Cupboard, And the book.
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