Our Picasso

School is more difficult for some.  I'm so glad that my dyslexic's teachers have compassion for that.  Over the past three months, her academic, self-esteem has soared.  Grades have steadily climbed. There are actual As from spelling tests on our refrigerator. 

Our little one is involved with Title - she goes to a specific teacher who helps her target reading skills. This teacher stopped me in the hallway one day last week and told me that he was so happy to report that he has been so proud of her progress, too. She has went from "Echo Reading" to more fluent reading.  At home, she is always quoting his strategies and telling me what they are doing in class.

In fact, she quotes all of her teachers, and they all have been so patient as her brain tries to find different connections to learn to read.  Reading better means better success in the coming years.  Thank God for those teachers - what would she do without them?

Momma Morning DJ

The first two mornings of school were a bear.  Natalie moves very slowly in the morning.  Allison is a little grumpy.

I turned to Jason and said "Is this what I've been missing the past two years when I left for work?"

"No dear, it's special for you."


Sigggghhhhh...

This morning, it started - Allison started picking a fight with me.  I didn't bite   On the fly, I came up with a back- up plan.


I turned on the itunes and started dancing.to Sexy Chick in my pink fuzzy robe. 

Allison's 'tude melted right away, and her smile came out under the crossed eyebrows. 

Natalie was still looking at herself in the mirror.  I heard singing softly...

Next on my playlist was "Kung Fu Fighting"



The girls started laughing. I actually heard laughter from the halls of the Aakhus in the morning!

Eventually, the girls got to the end of the driveway in time to thumb a ride from the man who drives the yellow bus. Smiles in tow.