The forecast
The weather forecast calls for cold and snow.
And cold and snow.
And cold and snow.
Not too cold yet, though. Twenties and thirties. We have had two snows so far, last night’s giving us about four inches at the house.
The dawg loves the snow. He barrels about in the snow, shoveling it with his nose and flipping it into the air. Then he bounces around, pees, poops, shovels some more snow, and bounces some more.
The sun is coming up at about 9:10 a.m. and setting at 6:15. At Small Mountain University Town, the sun is rising at 6:42 a.m. and setting at 5:38…we’re now off by an hour of daylight, and rapidly decreasing.
We had our first parent-teacher conference today. Mrs. Shoefetish and Mrs. Brian assured me that the dotter was doing quite amazingly well academically. We actually got a “report card”. Goodness.
In terms of the kindergarden curriculum question, the report card specifically looked at kids being able to name colors, shapes, count to five, know their first and last name. They’ve gone through six letters of the alphabet.
The dotter was praised for her creativity; she likes to make “books” during free time, and apparently the other kids at her table are so taken with the books that they’re starting to make them too.
MIL called this evening; in an attempt to keep the dotter quiet while OmegaDad spoke on the phone, I pulled the dotter aside to do some drawing.
Somehow this morphed into us doing clapping games.
You remember clapping games?
I learned one new one; we raced through Pattycake; we did “A sailor went to sea, sea, sea”, though neither of us remembers the specific clapping pattern; and we ended up laughing uproariously at each other.
That was fun.
Lest you think that all is fun and games with the dotter, let me say both OmegaDad and I were amazed that the dotter got exemplary marks for “following directions” and “behaving appropriately”, and just nodded our heads and rolled our eyes at the “still learning” “score” on “respecting the rights and property of others” category. I am now beginning to suspect that the dotter is Miss Sweetness and Light at school and saves up all her snarkiness for us at home. Man, oh, man, can she whiiiiiiine!
But this evening was quite fun.
We are still waiting on the finishing touches of the relocation company buying our house.
Grrr.
As soon as that check hits our bank account, we are out buying OmegaDad a car of his own. Or OmegaMom a car of her own. Or whatever. This one car dealio is driving both of us nuts.
Also as soon as that check hits, I am picking up the phone to call the local blind installation company so we can get some insulated cell blinds put in. And drapes.
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