If you saw the dogs and told them to come home, Thanks!
They arrived at 6:30 this morning. They're a little smelly and dog tired, but doing well.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
If you see them, tell them to come home.
Hyena and Lester have been missing since last night. Basically, it's my fault because I didn't check to be sure the gate was closed when I let them out. I also didn't realize that I hadn't let them back in before I went to bed.
They have still not come home. Lester would run for a week without looking back until he was good and tired and good and hungry, but Hyena is not that type of runner. She's happy to run, but she likes to check back in every so often. That we know of they have not been home (we were at work today, but left the gate and door open for them).
We're heartbroken to think of what has become of our furry friends.
They have still not come home. Lester would run for a week without looking back until he was good and tired and good and hungry, but Hyena is not that type of runner. She's happy to run, but she likes to check back in every so often. That we know of they have not been home (we were at work today, but left the gate and door open for them).
We're heartbroken to think of what has become of our furry friends.
Monday, November 26, 2007
It was bound to happen
I'm sure many of you have done it, though you're likely to willing admit it.
Michael and I both left Morgan and Kenna today! OK, really I lost track of time and didn't go to pick Morgan up from school. Luckily when I called Michael to see if he picked her up he was already on his way home with her. He was planning to pick her up and was not phased by the fact that I did not.
Although he was a bit quick to get off the phone with me, I assumed that was because I told him I had been in a meeting and lost track of time. Later when I talked to him again he revealed the hidden reason for quickly hanging up.
He had been at home this morning working on household projects and when he noticed the time it was 11:25 (5 minutes before time to pick up Morgan). He quickly hightailed it to the truck, drove to school, jumped out of the truck and rushed in the door to Morgan's building. It was about that time that he remember that Kenna was napping in her bed at home! So, when I talked with him on the phone at 11:31, he was hurrying to get back home before Kenna woke up and realized that she was alone.
She was still sleeping peacefully when he got home. Potentially she could live her whole life not knowing that she was left home alone at 13 months old - except that her momma is writing it in the blog for all of the world to read (not that I actually have a readership, but you get the idea)!
Michael and I both left Morgan and Kenna today! OK, really I lost track of time and didn't go to pick Morgan up from school. Luckily when I called Michael to see if he picked her up he was already on his way home with her. He was planning to pick her up and was not phased by the fact that I did not.
Although he was a bit quick to get off the phone with me, I assumed that was because I told him I had been in a meeting and lost track of time. Later when I talked to him again he revealed the hidden reason for quickly hanging up.
He had been at home this morning working on household projects and when he noticed the time it was 11:25 (5 minutes before time to pick up Morgan). He quickly hightailed it to the truck, drove to school, jumped out of the truck and rushed in the door to Morgan's building. It was about that time that he remember that Kenna was napping in her bed at home! So, when I talked with him on the phone at 11:31, he was hurrying to get back home before Kenna woke up and realized that she was alone.
She was still sleeping peacefully when he got home. Potentially she could live her whole life not knowing that she was left home alone at 13 months old - except that her momma is writing it in the blog for all of the world to read (not that I actually have a readership, but you get the idea)!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
500 and 560
These nubers are supposedly the measure of my potential to succeed in graduate school.
I'm fairly certain that I'm not the only one who thinks that my potential to succed is higher than my ability to remember and apply all of those geometry and other random theories from high school math (I didn't have to take anything except statistics in college). Over 6 years ago when I toook the GRE I had a 600 hundred on the math. A full 100 points higher than now.
I do have to agree that verbal ability is an indicator of something academic. Heck, you do have to know words to read millions of obscure articles and then to write an even more obscure dissertation. ;)
I'm not thrilled with the scores, but I'm not so disappointed that I'm going to shell out another $140 to see if I can improve by a few points.
In case you didn't know. I'm applying to a doctoral program in Communications at UK. Should know by the end of February if I am accepted. At that point we'll actually decide if we can make this happen. If I do go, this blog may turn into how to survive grad school while mothering - or something similar.
I'm fairly certain that I'm not the only one who thinks that my potential to succed is higher than my ability to remember and apply all of those geometry and other random theories from high school math (I didn't have to take anything except statistics in college). Over 6 years ago when I toook the GRE I had a 600 hundred on the math. A full 100 points higher than now.
I do have to agree that verbal ability is an indicator of something academic. Heck, you do have to know words to read millions of obscure articles and then to write an even more obscure dissertation. ;)
I'm not thrilled with the scores, but I'm not so disappointed that I'm going to shell out another $140 to see if I can improve by a few points.
In case you didn't know. I'm applying to a doctoral program in Communications at UK. Should know by the end of February if I am accepted. At that point we'll actually decide if we can make this happen. If I do go, this blog may turn into how to survive grad school while mothering - or something similar.
Monday, November 19, 2007
What do you want to be when you grow up?
This is the infamous question that gets asked of kids, probably more than needed.
Morgan's preschool teachers recently asked all of the kids this question and then posted the answers in prominent locations around the school. I scanned the entries looking for Morgan's response knowing that the answer would likely have something to do with what she was doing when they asked her.
I found it. Morgan H. wants to be "an artist." I thought "how sweet; she wants to be like her dad." I was sure to tell Michael that Morgan wanted to be an artist like him, to which he immediately replied that she should reconsider.
Here's the conversation I had with Morgan about her future career plans.
Momma: what do you want to be when you grow up?
Morgan: an artist
Momma: like dadday? what kind of art will you make?
Morgan: the kind where I make art all over me
Momma: you want to make art on your body?
Morgan: on my body (with giggles)....a tatoo artist.
Since this conversation she has added a "nice diver - not a mean diver" and "mommy" to the list of career aspirations.
Morgan's preschool teachers recently asked all of the kids this question and then posted the answers in prominent locations around the school. I scanned the entries looking for Morgan's response knowing that the answer would likely have something to do with what she was doing when they asked her.
I found it. Morgan H. wants to be "an artist." I thought "how sweet; she wants to be like her dad." I was sure to tell Michael that Morgan wanted to be an artist like him, to which he immediately replied that she should reconsider.
Here's the conversation I had with Morgan about her future career plans.
Momma: what do you want to be when you grow up?
Morgan: an artist
Momma: like dadday? what kind of art will you make?
Morgan: the kind where I make art all over me
Momma: you want to make art on your body?
Morgan: on my body (with giggles)....a tatoo artist.
Since this conversation she has added a "nice diver - not a mean diver" and "mommy" to the list of career aspirations.
Morgan's first word!
You're probably thinking that I have a typo in the title, but I don't. Read on to learn more about Morgan's first word.
Several months ago Morgan was very "into" writing things - not drawing. She was "writing." She would write on anything she could get her hands on. She continued that stage for several weeks. Then, suddenly, she wouldn't write anything. When I would ask her to add something to the grocery list (which previously she would jump at), she would say, "momma I don't know how to write."
I knew that we were moving forward in development from knowing what writing is and what it is for, to knowing that the shapes have to be "right." Since the writing phase stopped, she has become more interested in letters, what they look like, what they sound like, etc. She has been asking me to read specific words (i.e. "Momma, what does this say?"). She takes my finger and places it on the word she wants to know. Sometimes, she runs her finger under the (memorized) words and reads them to me, to herself, to her sister, to her dolls, etc.
In the last couple of days she's back to writing things again. She uses left to right scribbles (you know the kind that look like doctor's writing). She usually can tell me what it says - which is probably better than most doctors. Often she writes the names of people at school, or our sitter's kids, etc.. She has an interest in making letters, but her fine motor skills often frustrate her. The activity books that she picked out do not give incentive for writing - just for copying letters (if you see the difference) and that doesn't interest her enough to practice writing.
This evening she told me she wanted to write a letter to Eli (sitter's oldest son). So, we went to the desk to get some paper and a pen. I asked her if she wanted me to show her how to write his name. She said yes. We talked about how it might be spelled (luckily his name pretty much sounds like each letter). I wrote E l i on the paper. Then she said "I will write it." Please see the images below for Morgan Jo's first word. She wrote his name legibly (for a not quite 3 year old) three times.
Several months ago Morgan was very "into" writing things - not drawing. She was "writing." She would write on anything she could get her hands on. She continued that stage for several weeks. Then, suddenly, she wouldn't write anything. When I would ask her to add something to the grocery list (which previously she would jump at), she would say, "momma I don't know how to write."
I knew that we were moving forward in development from knowing what writing is and what it is for, to knowing that the shapes have to be "right." Since the writing phase stopped, she has become more interested in letters, what they look like, what they sound like, etc. She has been asking me to read specific words (i.e. "Momma, what does this say?"). She takes my finger and places it on the word she wants to know. Sometimes, she runs her finger under the (memorized) words and reads them to me, to herself, to her sister, to her dolls, etc.
In the last couple of days she's back to writing things again. She uses left to right scribbles (you know the kind that look like doctor's writing). She usually can tell me what it says - which is probably better than most doctors. Often she writes the names of people at school, or our sitter's kids, etc.. She has an interest in making letters, but her fine motor skills often frustrate her. The activity books that she picked out do not give incentive for writing - just for copying letters (if you see the difference) and that doesn't interest her enough to practice writing.
This evening she told me she wanted to write a letter to Eli (sitter's oldest son). So, we went to the desk to get some paper and a pen. I asked her if she wanted me to show her how to write his name. She said yes. We talked about how it might be spelled (luckily his name pretty much sounds like each letter). I wrote E l i on the paper. Then she said "I will write it." Please see the images below for Morgan Jo's first word. She wrote his name legibly (for a not quite 3 year old) three times.
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