I'm a costume designer, makeup artist, teacher, mom, knitter, baker, want-to-learn-how-to-do-it-all

My photo
I'm a costume designer, makeup artist, teacher, mom, sewer, knitter, baker, want-to-learn-how-to-do-it-all, blogging, Costumed Beagle enthusiast. I am not always pleasant, although through intensive cupcake therapy I have learned not to throw knives at people anymore.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Conversations with a Boy: To the Death

last week pre-haircut.
I am sitting at the kitchen counter intermittently working and facebooking and playing on Pinterest  when Wm sticks his head in the back door and tells me that the wee gang of boys he's been playing with this afternoon is moving locations.

Me:  You look hot and sweaty.  What are you doing?

Wm: Playing Hunger Games.

Me: Oh.  Has anyone died?

Wm: Duh.

Me: Did you die?

Wm:  Well....it came down to me and Logan.

Me: Did Logan kill you?

Wm: Duh.

He runs out happy as a clam to face yet another death.

He returns after only 5 minutes.

Me:  Is it over already?

Wm: No, but B & T showed up, so I decided not to play anymore.

Me: Why?

Wm: Because they're mean.

Me: Ok.  Wondering what it means when neighborhood kids are too mean to play games where you are forced to "kill" your friends but also impressed that he is willing to walk away from a fun game rather than deal with kids who are bullies.

Monday, August 27, 2012

And They're Off!

3rd & 6th grades...watch out.
Today marks the beginning of the new year for me and for a lot of kids.  Most specifically: my kids.  Because I teach, my year doesn't really run from Jan-Dec the way the traditional calendar does, but begins sometime in August and ends sometime in June and then there are a couple of months of limbo.

I have always loved going back to school.  Everything is new and even if you've messed up before, you can start again.  Of course, I am only actually teaching 2 days a week this semester, but nevertheless, the thrill of the new school year is a strong pull.

The Citizens approach the new year very differently; although both were ready yesterday to go back.  I think if you asked Wm today he'll have changed his mind, but he is 11 an on the cusp of puberty and enjoys being contrary most of the time.

Anna bounced out of bed and into her new clothes like a springer spaniel puppy; all eagerness and excitement.  She was in a bit of a foul mood Saturday so I pulled out all the new school supplies and her new backpack and let her sharpen pencils for an hour; she could not have been happier.

We tried to take Wm school shopping this year--as in, a joint participatory venture wherein he is given choices and we pay for it...what kid wouldn't dream of that??  But it was too much work and too much walking and I don't think he has a clue what he likes...except for this hat he found at target.  I must get a picture of him in this hat....oh my.

The weekend was spent washing new clothes and getting haircuts and of course sharpening pencils....this morning as I took their back-to-school pics on the steps of our house and they looked all shiny.  This is the last year they will both be in the same school and I know it is going to be full of some growing pains for all of us. (If anyone has any advice they'd like to bestow on my on how to deal with moody pre-teens, please please share).