Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Kindergarten Graduation
Well, it's official. Camryn is a Kindergarten graduate! We were so happy that both Brian and I, as well as Aubrey, and Mimi and Papa were able to attend the ceremony and support our little graduate. There were tissues available on each bench, but instead of crying, I just laughed as I watched her turn into a first grader in front of my eyes. She has been so fortunate to have such an incredibly thoughtful teacher, and their ceremony was so well planned, down to the tiniest detail. It was just so darn cute! Congratulations, Camryn, Kindergarten graduate!


A special poem, that with the tap of a wand, turns kindergartners into first graders! We recited it for each and every graduate!





Thursday, June 9, 2011
BFF's?
Camryn has made a wonderful little friend in her class this year, named Emma. The two girls are very much alike, and it turns out that Emma's family lives just a few blocks from us. We have since gotten to know them, and her mom and I are currently working together to get a Daisy Girl Scout troop off the ground. Our parallel lives are quickly becoming intertwined, and these two are at the heart of it. It kind of gives me hope that Emma will be the one to help take the sting out of Colin's move...
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Our little garden
Wish me luck, for this summer I am attempting to turn my black thumb green. Brian built us a raised bed a few weeks back, and today it was finally nice enough to get out and plant some veggie starts, and even some flowers around the yard. The girls helped me plant two types of tomatoes, 3 types of peppers, zucchini, and squash. They also each planted a sunflower, and some other annuals in their own little flower pots. Now, if I can just get someone to help me water all this stuff every day...!




Miss Smarty Pants
Camryn's reading ability is officially blowing my mind. I mean, really. blowing. my. mind. Let me explain...
A few weeks ago, someone donated a box full of chapter books to my school. As per our tradition, they were laid out for all teachers to dig through, to use in their classrooms, or take home to their own children. So I grabbed a few slim chapter books, mostly second to third grade level, figuring Camryn would enjoy some new titles. (Lately, she's been reading some to herself, but still enjoys a good Mom or Dad reading session at night.)
So having nearly finished all of the new Judy Moody and Junie B. Jones in the stack, I suggested we read the last one, a Beverly Cleary book titled, Muggie Maggie. Having been an avid Cleary fan in my youth, I was kind of surprised that I wasn't familiar with this one, and was interested to see what it was all about. Camryn however, informed that she had already read it.
"When?" I asked, to which she responded, "The other day. While Aubrey was taking her nap." Now it is true that I am officially the M.M.O.T.P. (Meanest Mom on the Planet), and do require Camryn to have some quiet "rest time" each day while Aubrey naps. This is also called "Mommy would like to keep her sanity" time, but that's another story...
So I figured I'd test her. I scanned the summary on the back, and asked her to tell me about the book. Her synopsis was spot on, but I probed further, asking some "Why?" and "What happened after that?" and "How did the character feel about that?" sorts of questions, to get a better sense of what she'd really comprehended. And she confidently responded to every single one, without even so much as batting an eye. It seemed as though she had read, and comprehended, the entire thing.
So then I got curious. I hopped onto scholastic.com and did a little checking of my own, into the story itself, and the reading level of the book. And what I found out made me nearly fall off my chair. That book is rated a 5.0 reading level. Yes, that means it's considered a fifth grade level book. Fifth grade! And my 6 year old kindergartner read it herself! I wasn't sure whether to burst with pride, or be afraid that she's right. Maybe she does know it all, and maybe I'm in big, big trouble!
A few weeks ago, someone donated a box full of chapter books to my school. As per our tradition, they were laid out for all teachers to dig through, to use in their classrooms, or take home to their own children. So I grabbed a few slim chapter books, mostly second to third grade level, figuring Camryn would enjoy some new titles. (Lately, she's been reading some to herself, but still enjoys a good Mom or Dad reading session at night.)
So having nearly finished all of the new Judy Moody and Junie B. Jones in the stack, I suggested we read the last one, a Beverly Cleary book titled, Muggie Maggie. Having been an avid Cleary fan in my youth, I was kind of surprised that I wasn't familiar with this one, and was interested to see what it was all about. Camryn however, informed that she had already read it.
"When?" I asked, to which she responded, "The other day. While Aubrey was taking her nap." Now it is true that I am officially the M.M.O.T.P. (Meanest Mom on the Planet), and do require Camryn to have some quiet "rest time" each day while Aubrey naps. This is also called "Mommy would like to keep her sanity" time, but that's another story...
So I figured I'd test her. I scanned the summary on the back, and asked her to tell me about the book. Her synopsis was spot on, but I probed further, asking some "Why?" and "What happened after that?" and "How did the character feel about that?" sorts of questions, to get a better sense of what she'd really comprehended. And she confidently responded to every single one, without even so much as batting an eye. It seemed as though she had read, and comprehended, the entire thing.
So then I got curious. I hopped onto scholastic.com and did a little checking of my own, into the story itself, and the reading level of the book. And what I found out made me nearly fall off my chair. That book is rated a 5.0 reading level. Yes, that means it's considered a fifth grade level book. Fifth grade! And my 6 year old kindergartner read it herself! I wasn't sure whether to burst with pride, or be afraid that she's right. Maybe she does know it all, and maybe I'm in big, big trouble!
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