Skirt + Hammock
I don't wear skirts often. But on Saturday, I went out shopping and bought a really cute one that I was dying to show off. So when Dana and Ryan phoned us and invited us over to swim in their pool, I threw on my bathing suit, a tank top and, of course, my new skirt!
Dana and Ryan have a two year old that is in love with Cole (and Cole loves her back) and a 3 month old baby. I was holding the baby who was fussing a bit when I spotted the hammock in a shady nook under some trees. So I went over and sat down. Babies love to rock, right? Then I leaned back to relax and....WHAM! I flipped upside down and landed on my head on a soft pile of mulch. My legs were still slung over the hammock, my skirt was flipped up around my waist and I was powerless to correct the mortifying circumstances because I was clutching a baby.
There is NOTHING like hanging upside down with a baby in your arms and a skirt over your head to make you decide quickly what your priorities are.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Paula Parkes
Paula Parkes is always phoning our school. I'll often hear over the P.A. system, "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mr. Woloszanski" or "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mrs. Hart". I wondered vaguely who this infamous Paula Parkes was. She phoned so often I became certain I OUGHT to know her. Perhaps she was a resource teacher or an early literacy teacher from the board who visited often and worked with a number of other teachers and was calling to consult with them.
Then one day, I heard over the P.A. System, "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mme. Peron..." I almost didn't answer it. After all, it must be a mistake. I don't know anyone named Paula Parkes. But then when I glanced at the call display, it read the name of a parent I was expecting a phone call from. I answered and it was indeed the parent on the line.
It dawned on me then, Paula Parkes was code for "Parent on the phone". In hospitals they have codes for emergencies. Like Mr. Brown to the 4th floor might mean that someone had escaped from the psych ward. Well, Paula Parkes was OUR Mr. Brown. I felt suddenly "in the know".
Today, some months after I'd made this discovery, I was in the staff room eating lunch when I heard, "Paula Parkes, Line 1 for Mme. Peron". I answered the call and it was a parent I'd asked to phone me during lunch. When I returned to the table to finish my lunch, I decided to divulge to my friends and colleagues about how no one had ever TOLD me about the code Paula Parkes and how it had taken me so long to figure it out. I mean, was this decided at the beginning of the year when I was on mat leave, I asked. They all looked at me questioningly. "Who is Paula Parkes?" one friend asked. "EXACTLY!" I exclaimed, "It's a code for parent on the line." "They've been using it all year...." they went on, "But they're not saying Paula..."
I furrowed my brow, unsure about what they were getting at.
"Call parked on line 1...."
Paula Parkes is always phoning our school. I'll often hear over the P.A. system, "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mr. Woloszanski" or "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mrs. Hart". I wondered vaguely who this infamous Paula Parkes was. She phoned so often I became certain I OUGHT to know her. Perhaps she was a resource teacher or an early literacy teacher from the board who visited often and worked with a number of other teachers and was calling to consult with them.
Then one day, I heard over the P.A. System, "Paula Parkes, Line 1, for Mme. Peron..." I almost didn't answer it. After all, it must be a mistake. I don't know anyone named Paula Parkes. But then when I glanced at the call display, it read the name of a parent I was expecting a phone call from. I answered and it was indeed the parent on the line.
It dawned on me then, Paula Parkes was code for "Parent on the phone". In hospitals they have codes for emergencies. Like Mr. Brown to the 4th floor might mean that someone had escaped from the psych ward. Well, Paula Parkes was OUR Mr. Brown. I felt suddenly "in the know".
Today, some months after I'd made this discovery, I was in the staff room eating lunch when I heard, "Paula Parkes, Line 1 for Mme. Peron". I answered the call and it was a parent I'd asked to phone me during lunch. When I returned to the table to finish my lunch, I decided to divulge to my friends and colleagues about how no one had ever TOLD me about the code Paula Parkes and how it had taken me so long to figure it out. I mean, was this decided at the beginning of the year when I was on mat leave, I asked. They all looked at me questioningly. "Who is Paula Parkes?" one friend asked. "EXACTLY!" I exclaimed, "It's a code for parent on the line." "They've been using it all year...." they went on, "But they're not saying Paula..."
I furrowed my brow, unsure about what they were getting at.
"Call parked on line 1...."
Friday, May 14, 2010
Puddle Etiquette
Today, when I picked Cole up at Beth's and I asked her how his day had been, she grinned. She assured me he had been good, except....
While at the park, Beth had gotten into a conversation with another mom, and Kenney, Madden and Cole had all discovered the only puddle on the playground. When Beth had turned around, all three of them were frolicking gleefully in the puddle. Cole, however, was the only one who had, beforehand, removed his boots and placed them carefully on the park bench before jumping in.
Today, when I picked Cole up at Beth's and I asked her how his day had been, she grinned. She assured me he had been good, except....
While at the park, Beth had gotten into a conversation with another mom, and Kenney, Madden and Cole had all discovered the only puddle on the playground. When Beth had turned around, all three of them were frolicking gleefully in the puddle. Cole, however, was the only one who had, beforehand, removed his boots and placed them carefully on the park bench before jumping in.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
My Pencil
Today, in science class, my students were using microscopes to examine onion cells and they were drawing scientific drawings of them. Suddenly, something caught my eye and I looked over and I saw Ttocs standing ontop of his chair with a metre stick in his hand. The opposite end of the metre stick was resting ontop of the hanging fluorescent light.
I said, "Ttocs! What are you doing?"
He said, "I'm trying to get my pencil."
I said, "Where is your pencil?"
He said, "It's on the light."
I said, "WHY is your pencil ontop of the light?"
He floundered, "...it accidentally got up there."
Those pencils CAN be tricky.
Today, in science class, my students were using microscopes to examine onion cells and they were drawing scientific drawings of them. Suddenly, something caught my eye and I looked over and I saw Ttocs standing ontop of his chair with a metre stick in his hand. The opposite end of the metre stick was resting ontop of the hanging fluorescent light.
I said, "Ttocs! What are you doing?"
He said, "I'm trying to get my pencil."
I said, "Where is your pencil?"
He said, "It's on the light."
I said, "WHY is your pencil ontop of the light?"
He floundered, "...it accidentally got up there."
Those pencils CAN be tricky.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
The Perons and the Packers out on an evening stroll to Baskin Robbins with the kiddies.
Daddy gives Cole his first golf lesson.
Who needs a sand box?
The first dandelion Cole ever tasted.
At the duck pond, at the Fair, in the Burlington Mall's parking lot. Spring 2010.
...those ducks move faster than you'd think. Cole needed help catching them.
Cole and Dad about to go down a really, really big slide
Cole and Mom on the Wiggly Worm
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