BLOGGING FROM MY PHONE IN THE ANTARCTIC

What? I'm not in Antarctica? Not even Alaska? BECAUSE THE FRIGID TEMPERATURES HERE IN THE DEEP SOUTH SAY OTHERWISE. I do hate the cold.

Oh Spring, I miss you. Please come soon.

Here are just a few random things sans pictures (and probably with a few typos) because I'm blogging from my phone. Because we have no internet at our house. I won't get into all of the details surrounding my lack of connection to the world but it ultimately boils down to a bulldozer and a cut phone line.

Yesterday when I picked up Mac and Reid from preschool Mac's teacher said, "Oh I just have to tell you what Mac said today." My heart always skips a beat when I hear someone say that. You see, his little girlfriend is Ella Grace. I think I'm beginning to see a pattern here - Grant's best bud at school is the principal's son and Mackey's little friend girl is the Director's (who Mac calls his principal) granddaughter. Ella Grace told Mac that one day he needed to go home with her and play and he could also spend the night. His teacher said he paused for a minute then said, "Well I can come over and hang out but my momma says I can't spend the night with girls."

Atta boy, Bueller! If only he will keep that same mentality for the future!

Loyalty for his team was tested too. Ella Grace is a Bammer. She told him that unless he ditched Auburn and became an Alabama fan he couldn't be her boyfriend anymore. When he told me this I said, "Well Mac what did you tell her?"

"Well I just had to break up with her, Momma."

Now that's a devoted fan. :)

Oh the drama of a day in the life of a 5-year-old.

In Professor news, this week an awards ceremony was held for First Graders. I'm proud to report Grant received awards for A Honor Roll, good conduct, and AR. Way to go, G!

Of course smart can also come with a three-letter word attached to the end of it.

Every week a sheet labeled Spelling Words comes home in Grant's binder. It's the same type sheet we've studied every week since the beginning of 1st Grade. I'm particularly aware of what it looks like because I'm the one who copies them for his teacher each week, and I'm also super-observant. (Please hold your applause for Mother of the Year and insert a bit of sarcasm).

Before I called out the words to help him study for his spelling test I gave him the sheet to look over. I mix them up when I call them out and start with the hardest ones first. This is how it went down:

Me: Enough.

Prof: That's not one of our spelling words.

Me: Yes it is.

Prof: No it's not.

Me: Yes, it is. It's right here on this sheet and you need to be learning how to spell it.

Prof: NO, that's a high frequency word. That's on the bottom list. We don't have to know how to spell those, only the words on the top part.

(There is a "top list" and a "bottom list" on there. And the words on the bottom do say high frequency words but we've always studied all the words.)

Me: YES YOU DO. We've always studied ALL the words on the list. Every single test you've taken this year has been on all those words so spell enough.

Prof (getting more frustrated by the second): Momma we DON'T have to spell that word and I don't know how to spell it.

Me: Oh, so that's what it is. You just don't know how to spell it? Well let me help you...

Prof (interrupting me): NO! THAT IS NOT A SPELLING WORD!

Me (um, yeah, frustrated): Fine, Grant. But it's the same it's always been. Why would this be any different? I not only have helped you study for every single spelling test but I've made those copies since the beginning of the year. I think I know what I'm talking about. But whatever. If you are okay with not knowing how to spell a word on your test, then I'm not going to let it bother me.

Professor walks off mumbling under his breath that "it's NOT a spelling word" and lets it go.

The afternoon after the test I picked him up from school and before I could even ask how it went he said, "Well, 'enough' wasn't on our spelling test."

It wasn't? Really? Wow.

"No. It wasn't. So I guess you actually DIDN'T know what you were talking about."

I stand corrected, son.

And crow is nasty.

Grant has made a 100 on every spelling test this year. They come home in his Tuesday folders and it's quite apparent that I see a 100 at the top and look no further to see if every word we studied was on there.
It's also quite apparent that I'm ever so observant. When I got home I took a look at that spelling word list I've seen more times than I can count. And whaddya know. Right there at the bottom below the " High Frequency Words" heading in parentheses reads this: "children must be able to read."

Read. Not spell.

OH.

Did I mention crow is not very appetizing?