**you can click the pic to enlarge. i took it on auto mode so it's craptastic**
The library book sale is a biannual affair. I always go on opening day and wait in line before the doors open. It's so much fun to throw books into bags and not worry about the cost. At $1 each I can throw caution to the wind and go bananas.
This year my favorite finds were a very old copy of Richard Scarry's Best Story Book Ever, More Mudpies to Magnets, and Born to Trot. Born to Trot is a book by my favorite children's author Marguerite Henry. The book is old and I love the illustrations. I'm slowly replacing my paperback copies with the older hardback editions.
I did end up weeding a bunch of books out before we went to check out. I hate a lot of clutter and tend to buy classics and non-fiction books. I figure the rest we can easily check out from the library. So American Girl: Kit Kittridge 1-4 had to go. As well as some other fluff books that Sophie picked out. She acted upset, but is now happily reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
All told my total was $21 for the books in the picture plus a few that already made it into tiny hands and aren't pictured. For fun I filled up a cart on amazon.com with these titles and using amazon prices, not list I would have spent around $300 to buy these books.
I wake in the morning, sun shining I see.
Hop in the shower, get dressed and ready,
look out my window to rain pouring steady.
Change my clothes and my plans and now,
I'm stuck in traffic behind a snow plow.
I wish I could figure out this mess,
but who would want a reduction of stress?
My late night poetry. Wish I could use alcohol as an excuse for my atrocious skills.
Honesty and the Six Year Old
*her imaginary friends are only around when she gets in trouble for dancing in the aisles of the store. they make her want to dance. *rolls eyes*
Oh also...
Sophie is finishing Mary Poppins Comes Back (the 2nd book in the series of 4). I'm really proud of her reading skills and her love of reading. The books are really long and the language is pretty advanced, and well, british? For example, the stroller or pram is called a perambulatory! Anyhow, the book is so very different from the movie and so interesting. Eric and I have both read ahead of her here and there. There are 5 Banks children! Who knew?!
She felt really bad, so this morning she made me a card. I asked her what it was for and she said last night. I had already forgotten.
I realize this is really boring for other people to read unless you home school and care much about what other people do for school, sorry. I really need to get this down someplace that Eric can read and get on me about keeping up with my goals.
Current Lesson Ending Lesson Goal Completed in __ Weeks
Explode the Code 5 4 10 6
Explode the Code 6 0 10 10
Writing With Ease 26 36 10
First Language Lessons 62 100 10
RightStart 33 106 14
History Odyssey 25 35 10
R.E.A.L. Life Science 4 lots will finish in second grade
(just purchased)
So it looks like science, math and etc 6 will remain with us through the summer, with science lasting into out second grade year. I feel better seeing where we are with each subject. Now on to second grade planning...
So anyhow back to my woe is me post.. my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She has opted to have a radical double mastectomy. The initial shock has worn off and though my mom and I have a really shaky relationship I'm very scared for her, and for myself. I don't want to lose my mom yet. I want our relationship to get to the point where I feel peaceful with my childhood without needing an apology for the events that she didn't protect me from. I feel like it isn't the time to work on the depth of our relationship, but rather to stay in this boat together and weather this storm while hoping we both make it out. Her surgery was scheduled for this past Wednesday. She missed her plastic surgeon's pre-op appt. due to illness and has rescheduled for next month. So we go on waiting with fear and trepedation suffocating our conversations like a thick, impenetrable fog. Neither of us know what to say. We keep it light and jovial. I don't tell her anything upsetting, she tells me everything that upsets and worries her. She often cries and I console her. I wish I knew what to say to her to give her strength and hope. I don't and for that I always come away feeling useless and ashamed.
I've never been the nuturer. That was the job of my sister. She was the one who wanted eight kids, who took care of people, who played dolls and house as a child. It certainly wasn't me. I was introverted and preferred to keep my emotion toward others in check. My sister somewhere along the way has lost her title of nurterer and I've come out of my shell a bit. It seems as though nothing remains of the loving, doting daughter that was once mommy's little helper. She could help so much right now as she actually lives with my mom and sees her everyday. I wish, oh how I wish, that were the case. I wonder if my sister is addicted to pills and alcohol again. I can't help but to wonder when she starts acting the way she has lately. My sister on drugs is something to fear. I don't know for sure, but I suspect it, well I guess I could say I'm as sure as I can be without solid proof.
I worry about her. I worry about my mom. I worry more than I ever knew was humanly possible.
And I hope for the sunshine and newness of Spring to arrive. Soon.
He braved the freezing cold with a temp of 0 with windchill to make Atticus some wooden animals.
I'm making Sophie a flannel nightgown. I'm currently going at it with a seam ripper because I was serging on the right side. D'oh! Seam ripping serging is hell. I'm so annoyed that I made such a stupid mistake. I also made some felt hair clips. I'll take pictures when she goes to bed.
We still need to make a few more things before I consider us done. We're going to convert the top shelf of one side of the playstand into a kitchen. We need to cut and paint the burners, cut a hole to drop the sink in and make a faucet.