Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Wednesday's Word


Benchmark, noun. A standard or point of reference against which things may be compared or assessed.

There's no usage for this word this week, but it is a word that is being spoken quite frequently in our house. Every nine weeks the Clarksville-Montgomery County School System assesses the progress that students in grades 3 and up are making with benchmark testing. Holden tells me it's like a mini-TCAP (the standardized test grades 3 and up take in the spring) and he dreads it. Holden is not a good test taker. He stresses out way too much. He worries. He frets. He acts like his mom.

After many stressed out conversations, I finally have Holden convinced that the tests are no big deal and that the teachers are putting so much emphasis on these test because it reflects on the job they are doing as teachers. When the students do well that means the teachers are doing their jobs. In this era of "No Child Left Behind", a school is put on notice when test scores are below expectations; federal funding is cut when scores do not improve (this I do not understand... shouldn't failing students get more help?) I do not have first hand knowledge of this, but I can only assume individual classes' scores are made public to the staff at each school. And even if only the principal is privy to that information I have discovered that schools are one big gossip machine... and it's not just the students talking. Oh the embarassment a teacher with below proficient students must experience!

Teachers are rushing to drill all the state's standards into these little minds that it seems fun and exploring have taken a back seat. But I am not writing this to critize teachers. They are doing their job. And my experience with teachers in our school system is they are doing a great job with what they are given. The challenges that teacher's face cannot be fixed by legislation, more money or more tests.

Could it be that minds need to be changed? Our standards of acheivement challenged?

That is exactly what the book The Report Card by Andrew Clements is about. Holden read it last month as one of his two required Accellerated Reader books. It's a story of a girl who is surrounded by high achievers; to them it's all about the grades. Her family even has a special ritual of reading the report cards when the kids bring them home. But the main character is just an average student. Or is she? The truth is she's a genius, but she's been hiding it since she was two; afraid that people would single her out as different. She's determined to change everyone's minds about grades and classifing people based on their intelligence. Her plan? Make bad grades. This book has effected Holden. He secretly wants to be a B & C student. He thinks average kids have less pressure. And lately, I think he's been seriously considering a plan to throw his grades and slide down a few levels.

Whew... I just had a Reading Rainbow moment.

My point is (and I do have one!): I'll be glad when this week of "benchmark" is over and we can go back to day-to-day homework and studying. Back to a relaxed Holden - loose and settled. Back to a house where you don't hear the word benchmark... at least for the next nine weeks.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Weekend Wrapup

Some weekends we don't do much of anything and some are action packed like this past weekend...

The kids, Granny, and I collect nuts, bark, leaves, twigs, and cones from Rotary Park on Saturday so Holden can make a project for school. Holden gets poison ivy for the first time. But the project turned out nice...


Sunday Ben and I went to the Titans/Vikings game in Nashville.

LP Stadium & Field ...

The Scoring Drive. They do score... they don't win.



Post game... Ben's not smiling. But we had fun!



Granny watches the kids for us while Ben and I are on our "date". She braves the Sunday meeting with them. They clean up nice don't they?



A sweet ending to the weekend... sugar cookies! Emeline chose to make butterflies and she decorated them herself.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Family Celebration

We have a family tradition on (or around) our wedding anniversary. We look at it like our family's anniversary. Even though the kids weren't the picture when we wed, it was the beginning of our story and the start of where we are now. It's a happy time for everyone.

Our family is so kind and generous. The weekend following the 17th we had a family dinner for our anniversary. Grandma and Grandpa and Auntie and Uncle gave us and the kids some great presents (even though we tried to prevent them from doing so!). It was so much fun to be together.

Since we were hoping to skip the family-wide gift giving, Ben and I hadn't gotten the kids anything so we celebrated late and gave the kids gift this weekend. Here they are with their new treasures...

The BEST gift of all... siblings!!!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Mission: Oz

Scored another Oz toy today. The Lullaby Munchkin.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

This Is What's Wrong With Our Society... Well, One Thing

Surfing the internet on a caffeine fueled high (mental note... no Starbucks espresso after 7pm) I came across this ad cluttering up one of the pages I was visiting:

No offense to "Laura" or to anyone who's figure looks like "Laura's" after picture, but tell me exactly what is wrong with the before? She went from a woman with curves (hips & waist in proportion) to 10 year old boy? I realize that these images are in all probability not even the same person, but that's beside the point. It's the message that I take offense at.

That before is my goal picture! Yes, I do have weight loss goals, but they stem from wanting to avoid the Michelin man look when I bend over to pick up Owen. I want to be comfortable.

This country's obsession with super skinny is uncomfortable. When People magazine calls a size 0 "skinny" and a size 2 "curvy", there's a problem. When an actress eats a meal and suddenly has a tiny pooch and she's accused of being pregnant, there's a problem. When we go for years seeing airbrushed models and actresses on the pages of magazines and then a real photo turns up of them and people are shocked... disgusted even that their favorite star has :gasp: cellulite, there's a problem. When those same models and actresses stand up and say "leave me alone, I like who I am" and then go into hiding and lose 30 pounds, there's a problem.

We are the problem. So to all the "Before Laura's" out there (including me): start liking yourself. Today.

Whew! That Dennis Miller-style rant burned off some caffeine. I think I can sleep now.

They Got Me!

You might be able to guess that I am an Oz fan. The quotes to the side are from The Wizard of Oz. The picture is me with my kids and niece and nephew and the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz Festival in Boone, North Carolina that we attended last year. I am not obsessed. I don't have the time or money to be, but it makes me happy to watch it, sing the songs, and look at a few little nicknacks we have around the house.

Last year, McDonald's had Wizard of Oz Madame Alexander Dolls as the Happy Meal toy. I made it my mission to get the complete set. These were collectibles that I could afford. We don't usually frequent McDonald's although Owen's obsession with the Golden Arches would make you think otherwise. But last year we got one or two Happy Meals every couple of days. I vowed never to do that again. It was like my own Supersize Me experiment.

Now here we are a year later and McDonald's has done it again. This year's set includes more characters... something the kids and I had talked about wishing they had. The Wizard! A Flying Monkey! Dorothy with Toto! So they got me again! Owen finally had his craving filled yesterday and we got Happy Meals for lunch. I wanted two Oz toys, but Owen being all boy caught sight of the Batman Lego toys for boys couldn't wait to get his hands on one. So we just got one... the Flower Munchkin.

Time to get out the fat pants!

Last year's set:



This year's expanded set:


Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Wednesday's Word

Now that I have started writing again I wanted to pick up where I left off and continue "Wednesday's Word". But as I was reviewing the conversations I'd had with the kids in recent weeks, I couldn't recall any extraordinary words. I was just about to give up when Emeline came through for me while I was making dinner.

Despicable, adjective. Deserving hatred and contempt.

Emeline's usage: "Today, a boy at my table was burping. He was doing it purposely."

"Did you think it was funny?", I ask.

"No! I think it is disgusting and
despicable!", she replies.

"Despicable? What does that mean?", I inquire.

"Oh... you know!", she says her face snarled up, but with a hint of amusement shining through.