Friday, March 30, 2012

Truth be Told

To say I'm a little fed up with a lot of things is an understatement.  On Monday (actually Sunday afternoon), I declared it "Off the Hook Week" (this is much like Shark Week, but waaaaay cattier). Many of my not-so-friendly colleagues got my full opinion whether they wanted it or not.  I really didn't hold anything back.  At all.  But, someone has to advocate for my students (and in one case one who isn't even mine, but needs a little compassion) because they can't do it for themselves or they will end up being written up for insubordination.  Also, on my behalf, I didn't say anything untrue nor unprofessional (although, there were definite words that came to mind).  I'm not sure what next week will hold as we begin state testing so I won't be out and about.  At least no one will have to worry about being quiet when I walk into a room.

In other news...
The baby bunny died today.  Fortunately, I discovered him and buried him prior to the monkeys' arrival home from school.  Still, they were sad and the Clover is currently coloring on a brick for the ever growing cemetery in the backyard.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Let's talk about chicks, man

That's right, not only since the addition of a new rooster have we been getting eggs each day, but now we are expecting chicks.  To be more specific, it is Quailey who is expecting chicks.  The Cub and Clover broke the news today when they went to tend the chickens after school.  The Clover came flying back to the house yelling, "When I tried to get the egg from Quailey, she went BOCK and tried to peck me!"  When my DH got home, I relayed the story and he went to check the situation.  Indeed, Quailey is a sitting hen.  I'm really excited for the Clover (none of the eggs in her class hatched this year).  I also know that when we got chickens, I didn't intend to start a hatchery.

In other news, we are also nursing a baby rabbit who has been abandoned.  He is so tiny, he fits in the palm of my hand (and his eyes aren't even opened).  I just hope kitten milk is an acceptable substitute for bunny milk (again for the sake of the Clover).

Gold star for anyone who knew the title was a "The Soup" reference.

Monday, March 26, 2012

C'mon Clover

These are the words of my son to his sister when he looked at her Study Island scores.  Yes, he hacked her account (why he didn't qualify for the gifted program, I'll never understand).  When he got in, he saw exactly what she had been doing in class.  And, it wasn't good enough for him.  This isn't the first time he has discussed her progress, though.  The first came a few weeks ago when gradecards came out.  Things come easy to the Clover so she doesn't really try very hard to do a good job.  She does a good job but she could do an awesome job with a little effort.  He looked over her reportcard (after taking it off the table where it was waiting Dad's approval).  He saw that she had scored Proficient on her 3rd quarter benchmark.  Proficient is fine, good even.  Advanced is the top (he had scored Advanced).  So, what did the Cubscout do?  He pulled her aside and said, "Really Clover  Proficient?!  That's all you can do?  Proficient is good for some, but not for someone in THIS family."  I wasn't really surprised at his reaction, nor the fact that his sister still could care less.  I was surprised that although I constantly encourage both of them, he still honed in on the competitive nature of our family.