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Friday, April 20, 2007

Friday bits and bites

At about 5:00 this morning, Maddie came into our room rather tearful and said "I figured out that I was sleeping under the bed, and now I can't find Joe Banana." I went to her room to help find her monkey and sure enough - her blanket was under the bed where she must have been curled up for some unknown reason. Joe Banana, however, had decided he prefered the top of the bed. Right next to his friend Lily the Bear.


I missed portfolio night at school on Tuesday because I had work commitments. Last night, Nikki went through her portfolio with me. Under "Books I've read on my own recently", she had "Hanna's suitcase, Hitler's Childhood, Biography of Ghandi, Biography of Princess Diana, and Biography of Albert Einstein". Do you get the sense that this girl takes after her dad in the "history buff" department? Yup, it's true. Smile. "Mom," she said incredulously, "most of my friends don't even know who Ghandi is!"


The weather has been absolutely incredible here this week. Happy sigh.


Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. I'd like to get her something - sort of a peace offering to say "I really DO like you even though I don't always act like it", but I have no idea what to get. My sister wrote a lovely post about her.


Maybe it has something to do with Spring arriving, but I have this sudden urge to rearrange furniture. I think I'll start with my office today. It's a little crowded now that my bike is parked next to my desk.


I hate it when I hear that someone's been belittling my children. Julie's a strong girl, but some of the things that have been said to her by a respected grownup lately would make even an adult want to cry. I'm struggling with what to do about it.


I went to a friend's art show opening yesterday. She paints wonderful colourful landscapes and florals, but my favourite pieces of hers are the art quilts (hers is the third one). There's something about textile art that draws me in. I went home and wanted to make something with fabric. But by the time I responded to all of the needs and wants of my children, I was way too tired.


This one's mostly for my siblings...

9 comments:

Michele said...

so nice about the frogs... the most important traditions are sometimes the simplest, yes?

bbb said...

Dad would be proud. :-)

Vicki said...

Wow to Nikki!

There is a lady at church who speaks to Olivia not very nice. I've not caught it first hand but I have heard about it. I'm waiting. I'm not sure how I will handle it but I'm waiting.....

As adults we are to instruct, to move children into a positive direction with encouragment and love. It's not our job to belittle them and make them feel less. Aregh!

Gina said...

I hope you can figure out how to help Julie soon!

andrea said...

I LOVE the quilt! Gorgeous! That is defintely her medium.

Good luck with your daughter. I have no tolerance for such a situation and completely cut off a contact when the same thing happened to my son. It takes a lot to push my buttons but that's over the line.

melissa said...

Ahh, quilting. Your friend's art quilt is lovely! I get so tired when I think about going in and making something - but I do go in and run my hands over the fabrics. I hope the weather warms up and I feel more in the mood to make a quilt than lie under one.

I am so sorry about whatever is being said to your daughter. That makes me so angry. I admire your strength in handling it, however that takes shape.

Hope said...

we are buried in snow, but I'm happy for you, our day will come....
I love the book, Hanna's Suitcase,
hae a great weekend heather.

Liz said...

I've been trying to think of a nice gift for your mother's birthday. How about a piece of jewelry with your girls' birthstones?

I love that artwork! I could picture every one of those paintings in my house!

Pamela said...

I pray for frogs in our pond - but I think they need mud. I guess I should pray for mud first?

A good friend of mine is a teacher - and she told me some of the things she has heard other teacher say to the some little children. She was so distraught for the little ones tender feelings.