This week we had the A’s parent/teacher conferences at school. I am proud to say they are both doing pretty well. Big A can use some help in a couple of areas, but for the most part, he is a normal third grade boy. And Little A hasn’t gotten into that much trouble for his mouth. And when you can say that, that is a good day.
Big A’s teacher was quick to share a couple of writing samples of his. And, of course, this being a writing blog, and him being my son, I have to share them with you now. Exactly as he wrote them, of course. So, my dear readers, please give your attention to my second guest blogger, Big A.
Have you ever stole money from somebody? I stole a five dollar bill from my brother. I felt sneaky like I was a robber that got away with a crim. It all started when Little A had money in his pocket. He had 65 dollars from his birthday. He turned 5 years old. I had no money. So I looked around my house. I found my 5 dollars in my desk a home. I wanted 10 dollars. Now he had 60 dollars. I gave them to my mom she said are these yours? When I said yes thay are mine. She said, then you can buy some thing some day.” I still did not buy some thing yet. Now my brother is six years old. My brother was like where is my money? He felt like he onley had 10 dollers. I was lafing like krasy. It was so funny. It was hysterical. I will never forget the time I took my broters birthday money. I might do it again if he had money. I think my parents would be astonished if thay knew I took his money.
My Field Trip to High School
Have you ever gone on a field trip? I went on a fleid trip to High School with other students and teachers. I went on a Friday afternoon we went to see where we will go to school and get excited about our future. I heard the band. And after we heard them I heard the students talking about where will you go to college. Another person told us your future is in your hands. The main word is choices yers word was listen. Pirate Pete said, Hi to us. We claped his hand when we got to the high school. Then we saw the students and Pirate Pete run through the banner. We were so high up I cod hear the riiip. I felt really special. When we got of our sets we went through the tunnel of students of the high school. They asked us what do you want to be when you grow up? I said I want to be a football player at the high school or the Bears. This was the best field trip ever because we could have fun there. We saw cool stuf at the high school.
Thank you to Big A, my guest blogger, although he doesn’t know it. I could not be more proud of the sneaky kid.
It’s been a long couple of months. I am anxious to get back to writing here and catching up on my fave blogs that are listed over on the right. (Lower…lower…there you go.) I am going to try and post one little thing every day. Starting next week when I get back from another business trip. I will be home for a great while after that so my goal should be easier to meet. Hahahaha! (If you can’t laugh at yourself then something is wrong with you.)
But for now, I will just post an updated pic of Big A, Little A and Hiccup, who might be more aptly named Burp as of late. He’s 20 weeks old today!! (Yeah, I know you think he’s about 6 months old by his size, but you are wrong!)
So this baby keeps me busy. But look at him. So cute. Yes, you are! You are so cute!
I honestly forgot I had a blog. I also still have baby brain so don’t get offended. It’s not YOU, it’s ME. I am also working again and these other two..sheesh.
And ON TOP of that, school has started again! Little A is now in Kindergarten! How time flies – I was just writing this post about Big A starting Kindergarten,wasn’t I?? It was so sweet of me. And OMG, I just read it and made myself cry! And now – see ya, Little A, don’t let the bus doors squish you. It’s not that I don’t wish the same for him and love him, it’s just that I am so darn busy and my brain is just not all there yet. I blame lack of sleep. And that baby up there. But I love you, Little A, and am so proud of you!
Big A has started football. And does he look big and tough with all those pads on! Here he doesn’t have them on. This is after a practice. Sorry it’s blurry.
His first game is tomorrow. 8AM. Kind of early for my tastes…but these days, I’d be wide awake for it at 5AM so it doesn’t really matter to me, I guess! He is some sort of linemen, I think. No.. left guard. What’s the difference? I don’t know. I don’t do sports. I will watch his games, of course, and be his biggest fan! And I will probably learn stuff from that, but right now. Yeah, no. I did Volleyball in highschool. I sucked. Coach did pull me out as a “secret weapon” when we needed points. That was his clever way of making me feel good and a part of the team, not just warming the bench. Or getting water for the super good players. My secret weapon? I served SO BAD that I could barely make the ball over the net. It landed right on the other side of it - so close that the opposing team players couldn’t get to it in time. So close that we worried every single time I served, that the ball would graze the net. Sure, it’s funny now. Stop laughing though.
But enough about we guys…how have YOU guys been?! I did not forget about YOU guys! You’re darling! I’ve missed you!