Author: Marcia

She Is My Husband

I was working at the preschool again today. Being Friday, it is share-day.

Girl T-age 3: I don’t have anything to share!

Mr S: I don’t either (in a whiny voice)

T: I want to share my Elmo

S: What should you do then?

LONG PAUSE

5 or 6 kids: Go get it!

Boy J-age 4: (holding a Tide-to-go pen) For when you get messy.

Girl E-age 3: This is a volleyball from Cassie.

Mr S: Who is Cassie?

E: She is in the picture

Miss L: Is she your cousin?

E: She is my husband.

Boy S-age 4: Shared the sweater he was wearing as a mystery item and had the class guess what it is.

After coming in from outside, all the kids were talking about getting married. I do not think that word means what they think it means.

Boy S: I’m gonna marry Girl S.

Girl S-age 5: And I’m gonna marry Boy J and Girl R.

Girl R-age 4: Boy J is gonna marry me.

Girl H-age 4: I’m gonna marry Girl S and Girl T.

Girl A-almost 3: I’m gonna marry Girl H.

Over snack Boy S asked Boy L, “L, may I marry you when I’m big?” While yes, he did say “may” and understands English very well (his family speaks a different language at home, however they study English too), I reserve the right to believe he doesn’t quite get what it means to get married.

Things I Learn

Today I was at the preschool again. It was fun. However, first thing I learned was that one of the little boys (who was there yesterday, but not today) has/had lice. So everything in the room was getting a spin in the washer. I don’t notice any on me; I hope it stays that way. I am not sure if the room has them or not, but he did get it from the public school, poor boy. I will be there again tomorrow.

The other thing I learned today was how to make goopy stuff. It is a cross between a water & cornstarch mix and silly putty. You can draw on it with makers and it doesn’t get on your skin. If you sit in on a grate of some sort, or mesh, it will seep through the holes and looks really cool as it drips slowly. I came home and told Jacob about it and he didn’t really believe me, and said he would have to see it to understand what I was saying. So I went and got supplies to make it. Here are a few pictures of what we did at home.

This is the view under the grate just as it is starting to drip.

Here it is dripping just a bit more.

Here it looks kind of like spaghetti after landing.


Now, I can’t go to the preschool and not have good “kids say” stories…

These are from free play.

Girl T-age 3 reads very well and I was using foam blocks to spell words. She sounded the letters out in here head and read very clearly! Well, while she was playing a few minutes later she declared that she is “going to doctor school.” She walked right up to me with her bag of six stethoscopes and proceeded to listen to my “heart” with each one until she could hear me coughing. As soon as I realized what she wanted, I faux-coughed and then she was satisfied.

Girl R-age 4 has a new baby brother at home. I saw her stuff a Cabbage Patch Doll in her shirt, standing in front of a mirror to make sure it is placed right. She went to the hospital where Girl S-age5 (next week) and Girl T (same as above) are doctors. S took tweezers and delivered the baby by pulling on the doll’s leg from under the shirt. T was using the stethoscopes to make sure she could hear the heart beat and make sure there was no coughing. Then R died and S wanted to do an autopsy while T was busy placing tools inside the body…maybe it was so S would find something. S said she needed more blood, and then it was time to clean up to go outside.

Outside was very cold!!! (I need to move to the equator.)

Anyhow, out in the sand box Boy S-age 4 (broccoli ninja boy) was upset by Boy C-age 3 (knucklehead boy) flinging sand into the air with a stick. I asked him why he is telling me, and asked who he needs to tell. So he turned to C and proceeded to tell him the dangers of flinging sand in the air and how it might get in someone’s eyes and that would hurt them, and asking how he would feel if it got in his own eyes. He went on about this for at least a whole min. I would be surprised if C ever flings sand again in his whole life.

Egg On My Car

I can not say at what time it happened, but I do believe it was while we were out of town.  When we got back from Springfield, we stopped by the house to empty the car.  We then went over to a dress rehearsal for a play Jacob is working on (music, not acting).  Right at the start of intermission, the fire alarms in the building went off. Just great, we stood out in the freezing cold for about half an hour.  We don’t know why the alarms went off…

Anyhow, after we got home from that, I went out to my car to go to the store (yes I went to the store, but it was after midnight and we needed milk and butter 🙂 and Ratatouille  just happened to be on sale-so I got it). I noticed something on the ground that looked like an egg shell.  At the time I didn’t really think much about it.  The next morning I went out to the car again to find egg splattered on my car.  Here is a picture of the splatter on the car and one of the egg shell on the ground.

   

Just Like Abraham Lincoln

For our anniversary we went to Springfield. We went to the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library & Museum. It was really cool! There were awesome artifacts to see and great information to learn. We recommend it to all.

We got to see the marriage license for Abraham and Mary Todd Lincoln and learned that President and Mrs. Lincoln were Married 4 November 1842. That is 164 years before us, to the day. So, this weekend they would have been celebrating 165 years! Happy Anniversary to them too.

Quiz 37

This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.

Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!

I Cut My Hair & Gave It Away

For a while now, I have thought about cutting my hair and donating it to Locks of Love. Jacob had an appointment to get his hair cut yesterday, so I went with him. While there I asked Betsy where my hair would end if she cut it for Locks of Love. She showed me and I decided that I was ready to do it.

Here is the before picture:


Yes my hair did go past the cape!

Here is Betsy making the cut:

Here is the final length:

I do not remember what we agreed the number of inches to cut would be, but I measured the length cut off (yes I did keep a small lock of the cut portion to put in my journal!). We cut off 12 inches (or was it just over 11 and a half)!!!

For those of you that know me, this may seem to be cause for concern. Normally I would be going through withdrawal, but not this time. Mostly because it is still pretty long, and also because it is being donated to a great cause. I know many people who have cut their hair for this purpose, many are less than a third my age. I have liked the idea, and finally got myself to the point where I can handle the event. I know, I know, it really ought not be traumatic. I just really like long hair on myself.