What a ham...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
IEP, Choir, and stuff
Had Isaak's annual IEP. He's done SO well this year, we really have to nit-pick to find good goals for a year. But, they're there. Some organization goals, some to help him understand instructions, and to help him deal with when he makes a mistake or misunderstands something and how to deal with it appropriately. He's made tremendous progress, and he knows it, so he got a little "down" having to listen to what he still needs work on. But, even though he got a little emotional, he said he was fine, and didn't completely lose it like he used to. He's learning to control so much better.
In addition, the 7th grader will be going to AP Calculus and pre-AP Chemistry at the high school. It hurts my head to think about it.
Went to his choir concert. Wow! Can't believe how "developed" some middle schoolers are. I mean physically, but also in voice. They seem so grown up! He's a shrimp. It was pretty cool, but he got all emotional at the end when they were singing good-bye to the 8th graders. Boy, he does wear his emotions on his sleeve. I don't want him to stifle that, but I also don't want him to be seen as a weirdo. Hard balance to find.
We joined a gym near the house. Took the kids yesterday. We all trotted on the eliptical for a half hour. Pretty fun! Little Audra's heart rate got up to 190. Is that OK? I don't know. My was around 155 and Isaak's around 180. It'll be good for us.
We slept in this morning, and Isaak's missing Math, but who cares! It's been a stressful week!
In addition, the 7th grader will be going to AP Calculus and pre-AP Chemistry at the high school. It hurts my head to think about it.
Went to his choir concert. Wow! Can't believe how "developed" some middle schoolers are. I mean physically, but also in voice. They seem so grown up! He's a shrimp. It was pretty cool, but he got all emotional at the end when they were singing good-bye to the 8th graders. Boy, he does wear his emotions on his sleeve. I don't want him to stifle that, but I also don't want him to be seen as a weirdo. Hard balance to find.
We joined a gym near the house. Took the kids yesterday. We all trotted on the eliptical for a half hour. Pretty fun! Little Audra's heart rate got up to 190. Is that OK? I don't know. My was around 155 and Isaak's around 180. It'll be good for us.
We slept in this morning, and Isaak's missing Math, but who cares! It's been a stressful week!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Isaak's poetry
For his English assignment, they had to write 10 poems using other poetry as a template. Here are his:
A sneaky, secret chameleon,
I mark a little connection to what mastery one should work toward.
It vanishes and becomes the Cheshire Cat; you could see its smile.
Its mouth opens quicker than a heartbeat and catches a fly in the woods.
Its tongue launched straight ahead… straight ahead… with powerful precision.
Its smile returns, wider and larger, but it can’t leave a contented burp.
A perfect, hypothetical human,
Full-grown, well-educated, all-around, and smiling, he is ready to take on anything.
Anyone in need of being taken care of can be taken care of in his presence.
Anything obstacle covering the path he seeks can be removed with wits and courage.
His reputation deeply swells… deeply swells… in powerful precision.
His smile returns, wider and larger, with the similarities of the chameleon’s fill.
I’ve seen children
That spent time playing
I’ve seen children
That tripped and cried
I’ve see children that act as an example like
Being the tallest tree in the forest.
I’ve seen children
I’ve seen children act important
and bossy and hateful.
I’ve seen children that react and cower
As they get picked like
Giants shoving trees out of sight.
I’ve seen children
I’ve seen children stay inside and play video games
To get their brains wired
I’ve seen children
That loved
Their mothers, fathers, siblings, and friends.
Oh yes, I’ve seen children…
Whenever thunder cracks the hills,
Whenever walruses wail,
Whenever sprinkler overdrive
Pours on mills,
From the depths arises a yellow tail.
It, struck before,
Attracts a shock.
How does it survive such a nasty mock?
The creature rises, resembling a seal.
It heads towards the eye of the storm,
When lightning and thunder
Come down for their meal,
By at the tail makes a dorm,
By at the tail makes a dorm,
And then,
By the shock it flushes again.
There was an old man with two eyes.
They can pop quite far with surprise.
His wife thought her aid
Malfunctions again
Until she saw the old man’s popped eyes!
I have known
Pretty young girls
And handsome young boys;
Their matches.
Date after date
And location after location
They kiss, and cry
And wave goodbye
Sometimes they part
And join up again.
Today
I hug the tree.
With their
hooting,
guffawing cries,
hyenas spread
creature
comedy.
How doth the
smelly little rat
Improve his
garbage reek,
And invade
dumpsters all around
In every house
he squeaks!
How vulnerable
he seems to be!
How predictable nearby;
The cat
pounces and
eats the rat—
HAAAACK!
How can’t she die?
A jittery stranger in the deep
Ambles
Underneath,
While way up high its many dangers
Pass by above
His sheath.
The burgundy signal
And he gets
Swept away
By the playful puffs of gray
Tickling in
Every way.
He settles in a dung heap
But never
Launches stench,
Rather takes care of the leafy gods
In the
Open trench.
He digs in through rich chocolate
And creates
Helpful humus,
For Mother Earth suffocates
And he must save her
And us!
He is shunned by its thick lard,
Size, shape,
And being,
Care can only be so helpful
As if it
Must sing!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is enough.
He flew in through the window
And broke my mom’s Greek vase.
Stephanie asks, “Can we keep him?”
But he’s a great disgrace.
He flew and smashed nine dishes,
He flew and startled the cat,
His paws left marks in Play-Doh—
Hey! Give back Sebastian’s hat!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is enough!
He played tug-o-war with my suits on hangers,
His barks are louder than shrill yells,
He wrestled Stephanie’s stuffed “Betsy”,
And Cupid shot him when he saw silver bells.
Every minute he influences thrice
That includes twice of my concern,
If only he would fly a—
No! Stop pooping in my fern!
Will he ever learn?!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is ENOUGH!
I
liv
four
skul
cant
wat
four
skul
I
wac
up
just
too
goh
too
skul
I
studie
their
to
luk
ahed
Id
sta
untill
I
goh
too
bed
Sins
wen
Im
thru
Im
fre
too
rom,
mature
as
evir
frum
skin
to
bohne
Sucses
is
strait
ahed
in
vyo;
Im
ready
four
soh
much
too
doo!
K, I'm completely flabbergasted. I actually didn't believe he wrote these and had to go back and see the original works to see if he really did just use them for ideas and write these poems on his own. I'm utterly in shock. Really amazing poetry here. I'm going to have to go study them, now.
A sneaky, secret chameleon,
I mark a little connection to what mastery one should work toward.
It vanishes and becomes the Cheshire Cat; you could see its smile.
Its mouth opens quicker than a heartbeat and catches a fly in the woods.
Its tongue launched straight ahead… straight ahead… with powerful precision.
Its smile returns, wider and larger, but it can’t leave a contented burp.
A perfect, hypothetical human,
Full-grown, well-educated, all-around, and smiling, he is ready to take on anything.
Anyone in need of being taken care of can be taken care of in his presence.
Anything obstacle covering the path he seeks can be removed with wits and courage.
His reputation deeply swells… deeply swells… in powerful precision.
His smile returns, wider and larger, with the similarities of the chameleon’s fill.
I’ve seen children
That spent time playing
I’ve seen children
That tripped and cried
I’ve see children that act as an example like
Being the tallest tree in the forest.
I’ve seen children
I’ve seen children act important
and bossy and hateful.
I’ve seen children that react and cower
As they get picked like
Giants shoving trees out of sight.
I’ve seen children
I’ve seen children stay inside and play video games
To get their brains wired
I’ve seen children
That loved
Their mothers, fathers, siblings, and friends.
Oh yes, I’ve seen children…
Whenever thunder cracks the hills,
Whenever walruses wail,
Whenever sprinkler overdrive
Pours on mills,
From the depths arises a yellow tail.
It, struck before,
Attracts a shock.
How does it survive such a nasty mock?
The creature rises, resembling a seal.
It heads towards the eye of the storm,
When lightning and thunder
Come down for their meal,
By at the tail makes a dorm,
By at the tail makes a dorm,
And then,
By the shock it flushes again.
There was an old man with two eyes.
They can pop quite far with surprise.
His wife thought her aid
Malfunctions again
Until she saw the old man’s popped eyes!
I have known
Pretty young girls
And handsome young boys;
Their matches.
Date after date
And location after location
They kiss, and cry
And wave goodbye
Sometimes they part
And join up again.
Today
I hug the tree.
With their
hooting,
guffawing cries,
hyenas spread
creature
comedy.
How doth the
smelly little rat
Improve his
garbage reek,
And invade
dumpsters all around
In every house
he squeaks!
How vulnerable
he seems to be!
How predictable nearby;
The cat
pounces and
eats the rat—
HAAAACK!
How can’t she die?
A jittery stranger in the deep
Ambles
Underneath,
While way up high its many dangers
Pass by above
His sheath.
The burgundy signal
And he gets
Swept away
By the playful puffs of gray
Tickling in
Every way.
He settles in a dung heap
But never
Launches stench,
Rather takes care of the leafy gods
In the
Open trench.
He digs in through rich chocolate
And creates
Helpful humus,
For Mother Earth suffocates
And he must save her
And us!
He is shunned by its thick lard,
Size, shape,
And being,
Care can only be so helpful
As if it
Must sing!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is enough.
He flew in through the window
And broke my mom’s Greek vase.
Stephanie asks, “Can we keep him?”
But he’s a great disgrace.
He flew and smashed nine dishes,
He flew and startled the cat,
His paws left marks in Play-Doh—
Hey! Give back Sebastian’s hat!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is enough!
He played tug-o-war with my suits on hangers,
His barks are louder than shrill yells,
He wrestled Stephanie’s stuffed “Betsy”,
And Cupid shot him when he saw silver bells.
Every minute he influences thrice
That includes twice of my concern,
If only he would fly a—
No! Stop pooping in my fern!
Will he ever learn?!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
Flap! Flap! Woof!
A flying dog is in my house;
His existence is ENOUGH!
I
liv
four
skul
cant
wat
four
skul
I
wac
up
just
too
goh
too
skul
I
studie
their
to
luk
ahed
Id
sta
untill
I
goh
too
bed
Sins
wen
Im
thru
Im
fre
too
rom,
mature
as
evir
frum
skin
to
bohne
Sucses
is
strait
ahed
in
vyo;
Im
ready
four
soh
much
too
doo!
K, I'm completely flabbergasted. I actually didn't believe he wrote these and had to go back and see the original works to see if he really did just use them for ideas and write these poems on his own. I'm utterly in shock. Really amazing poetry here. I'm going to have to go study them, now.
Total Dorkness
Yes, I'm a complete dork. I'm completely obsessed with everything Twilight. I check the offical New Moon movie website (http://www.newmoonmovie.org/) at least several times a day. I'm making big plans for when it comes out with a ton of friends. I've read/listened to all the books at least a dozen times now. It's crazy. I suppose I need one stupid outlet in my life.
With that said, Dave got me the most spectacular shirt that I love. It says "...and then Buffy staked Edward. The End."
Gotta love good humor, even at my expense (or Edward's, to be precise).
With that said, Dave got me the most spectacular shirt that I love. It says "...and then Buffy staked Edward. The End."
Gotta love good humor, even at my expense (or Edward's, to be precise).
Saturday, June 6, 2009
June 6, 2009
Shall I try to blog again? Who knows if it'll stick. Let's see what I have to share...
I am keeping a professional blog, too. Right now I'm adding more to that one.
http://socialthinkingvancouver.blogspot.com/
There are some old videos of Isaak on there. Kinda fun to watch. I'm working on getting some old videos from Penny transferred from video to the computer. Having issues with the software, but once that's figured out, those will be fun to share, too.
Family updates. Dave works. He cooks. He sleeps. He cleans. He plays Halo with the family.
I work. I don't cook. I don't sleep well. I travel. I kiss and cuddle and smother kids. I also play Halo with the family.
Isaak thinks. He laughs. He eats bananas. He takes AP Calculus and pre-AP Chemistry next year at the high school. He has a best friend. He beats the family playing Halo (3 against 1).
Maggie sleeps in. She draws. She paints. She gets paint all over her room and carpet. She leaves her clothes everywhere. She learns piano quite easily. She plays Halo with the family.
More to come soon.
I am keeping a professional blog, too. Right now I'm adding more to that one.
http://socialthinkingvancouver.blogspot.com/
There are some old videos of Isaak on there. Kinda fun to watch. I'm working on getting some old videos from Penny transferred from video to the computer. Having issues with the software, but once that's figured out, those will be fun to share, too.
Family updates. Dave works. He cooks. He sleeps. He cleans. He plays Halo with the family.
I work. I don't cook. I don't sleep well. I travel. I kiss and cuddle and smother kids. I also play Halo with the family.
Isaak thinks. He laughs. He eats bananas. He takes AP Calculus and pre-AP Chemistry next year at the high school. He has a best friend. He beats the family playing Halo (3 against 1).
Maggie sleeps in. She draws. She paints. She gets paint all over her room and carpet. She leaves her clothes everywhere. She learns piano quite easily. She plays Halo with the family.
More to come soon.
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