Sheltered

Weekends mean that the kids get to watch TV while we sleep just a bit longer. This is a huge treat for Ryanne because school means she doesn't get to watch much, if any, during the week.

We recently got a new television so Chrys and I have actually started watching some broadcast channels again. This means it doesn't stay tuned to PBS all the time.

This morning, Corin asked what she was watching when he went downstairs. "Some sort of news."

She knows PBS doesn't broadcast news this early. This happened to be weather so she was captivated.

I told her she could push the ch button up or down to get back to channel 18, which is PBS.

She does. She gasps. "I had NO idea this thing would do that."

First she didn't realize our TV had commercials like hotel TVs and now she figures out that we get more that one channel. Somehow I feel we have wronged her.

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The 4th tooth or Why Ryanne had the greatest Kindergarten teacher in the world

I realized that I never posted about the 4th tooth so I'm going to put in the story and back date it so it's in the right place.

Corin and I were walking through the grocery store waiting to go get Ryanne. My phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.

The person says, "Hello, Mrs. Gordon, do you know who this is?" It sounded a lot like Ryanne's kindergarten teacher and I said so. I was very apprehensive. She quickly assured me that everything was just fine, but that Ryanne had some exciting news for me.

She put Ryanne on the phone.

She had lost a tooth at lunch. Such a treat. She bit into some veggie booty and it popped out into her yogurt. She got to go to the nurse and get a treasure chest to bring it home. She told me how excited she was.

I got Mrs. Hunter back. She said that she sometimes lets the kids call home when there's exciting news that they can't wait to share. I told her how much I appreciated the call. I truly did. It was the highlight of my day getting to hear the news before I picked her up.

We bought her a special treat to celebrate. We bought Mrs. Hunter a card to say thank you. It truly is the little things that bring light to our days.

Exciting breakfast

With a bite of bagel, we are another tooth shy. This was the bottom left incisor.

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Love notes

Chrys has taken over making Ryanne's lunches. He's also taken over leaving her little notes on the top of the box. He would save the one from the day before and reuse it until the sticky was gone.

A while ago, I saw her coaching her brother to hide his note on the underside of the cabinet. I assumed Chrys knew about it.

Last week, he commented that she was throwing the notes away. He thought she didn't like them being reused.

I laughed and showed him the cabinet.






I asked her why. Apparently his notes take away from her brain's ability to read other things. It sounds like she assumes she has a finite limit of things she can read in a day's time and doesn't want to spend it on notes from daddy.

He now strives harder to create unique notes.

She still hides them under the cabinet.

I apologize to whoever buys this house next. I'm certain I won't remember to remove them all.


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