Just Noise

2013 has been a great year for our family. A defining year. I finished my master's degree and have gone back to work basically full time. (It didn't begin that way, but it has morphed that way.) Plantboy has gotten a couple of raises at work, as well as some cool professional opportunities. Our Christmas this year was almost ridiculously huge. For the first time in maybe ever, Christmas is paid for before the day is over. We were also able to be generous with others too. I looked at Santa last night when all the presents were laid out and said, "It is too much." Santa smiled and said, "It was a good year for our family, dear. Let's just celebrate."

Indeed, it is a season of enormous joy for us.

But even in a season of joy there can be loss. Another major defining aspect of 2013 was that a dear friend chose to leave the Church early in the spring. It was a rather public leaving, instead of a slow drift away that makes people wonder, "Hey, whatever happened to? . . . " This was more along the lines of leaving a gaping and unfilled hole in quorums and auxiliaries that left Plantboy and I reeling and depressed.

Their exit isn't anything that hasn't happened before. It isn't anything that won't happen again. But when it happens to somebody you love--to somebody you have cried with in the temple, to somebody with whom you felt the Spirit--it causes you to really examine your own faith. For Plantboy and I, it was an incredible time to renew our commitment and to consider our roles in the Lord's kingdom. But it was also a time of realistic reflection. I am not ignorant of the issues that drove my friends out. In truth, they are issues which I have struggled with off and on and in varying degrees for many years. They presented no "arguments" the night they came to speak with us that I haven't heard many times before.

But their exit has also brought powerfully to the foreground those many other friends that have left in recent years. Some left quietly, but others haven't quite been able to leave the church alone. They are anxious to post on every forum and to guide the discussions to their version of The Mormon Story--both as a collective and an individual narrative. Their proselyting efforts for their new views are exhausting, depressing, and sometimes contentious.

With the Church's release of of statements regarding both those of African ancestry and the Priesthood as well as polygamy, along with the recent court ruling regarding the unconstitutionality of Utah's gay marriage ban, the Internet has been especially volatile with this kind of thing in recent weeks. In response, it seems that other friends have gone almost overkill on the Christmas postings.  My favorite of these today showed Santa kneeling at the manger. And while I know the photo is meant to be symbolic, it still mostly strikes me as a strange mix of symbols that are more ridiculous than spiritual.

I don't think difficult conversations are not worth having, particularly when these conversations can be had with reasonable people who have no agenda wishing to drive you from your beliefs. However, four rather profound things (profound to me) happened this month that have helped me to see so much of the debate over to-fellowship-or-not-to-fellowship is noise designed to distract us from seeing the everyday miracles that define our lives, and the lives of those who convert to the gospel.

First. A dear friend whom I met three and a half years ago through the missionaries, just announced that she was going to have a baby in June. Perhaps one more baby is not in itself so miraculous, but this is a woman who married the man who introduced her to the Church. They were sealed a year later. He is much older with two children from a previous marriage (one of whom comes home from a mission in June), and I am not sure there was an intention to have children when they got married. He had been there and done that and is pushing 50. But a fervent patriarch and a sealing later, this faithful couple has chosen to bring a child to the world. As we commiserated yesterday on the difficulties of pregnancy, she told me joyfully how her husband sees this as a second chance to be a real, present father. Our God is a god of second chances!

The second thing is that Jedi Knight was set apart as the secretary of his Deacon's Quorum. He takes this role very seriously and has been very sweet about it. While we waited for the bishop to do the setting apart, his teacher spoke about how a new convert might feel at church. The boys tried to get in the head of a convert, only to defer to their teacher, who joined the church around the same time that my above-mentioned friend did. He spoke about coming to play basketball at his wife's (a member) suggestion, and now here he was! Sealed to his wife and children . . . and teaching Jedi Knight's class. He took part in the setting apart--a man as hard as can be until not too many years ago. His joy in the gospel is palpable.

Three years ago was a time of powerful missionary work in our ward. We had a series of hard-working and delightful sisters followed by two of the most dynamic elders I've ever met. The sisters found and the elders taught an amazing family of Native American heritage. Three years ago (2010) this family joined us for one of the happiest Christmas Eves we've ever spent. They were all (everyone over 8) baptized in January of 2011. Plantboy ordained the husband to the Melchezidek Priesthood a year later. They embraced and wept. Eternal friends. Within a few months, the demands of a heavy sports schedule and their strong ties to their native community and fear that their culture was incompatible with the gospel, led them into inactivity. Contact was spotty, at their request, though Plantboy did not give up: frequently taking the husband to lunch and dropping by. They moved in the summer to be closer to the reservation. Two days ago I got a message from the mother. They have returned to full activity and she wanted to thank our family for our friendship and always believing in them. I can tell you . . . my joy is very full. Her news might just be the best Christmas gift I've ever had.

Okay, second best. Padawan is a December baby.

The last miracle of all is something that has been coming on all year, but was forcefully brought out to me this month when book group was at my house and in very full sacrament meetings all month. For a long time it seemed that our ward didn't grow. Just as many families moved out as moved in. Good families, but just some turn over, especially among younger families. There has long been a tired, worn-out feeling among those who serve here because the responsibilities are many, with many members moving from one demanding calling to the next without reprieve. And then, in about April, just after my friend's family cut ties with the Church, families began moving into our ward. A lot of families. Young, enthusiastic families with a talent for living the gospel well and reaching out to others. Two years ago, when I was in the primary presidency, we lamented our shrinking set of juniors and the tricky logistics of a single sunbeam. Next year? We will probably need TWO sunbeam classes to accommodate the hoard of precious little ones moving up in the world. There is a renewed commitment in our ward and the rejuvenation is electric.

I probably will still do my end of year book post, though it is rather weak this year, but this recognition of the many miracles I have seen this year has been the most precious gift to me in this week of Christmas. My faith is renewed and the reality of God's love has cut through so much static as clear as perfectly tuned radio. I must remember the spirit I have felt this week reminding me that these are Mormon Stories too, and the story of Mormonism is not yet fully written either. My goal for 2014 is to recognize the everyday miracles--to see them for what they are and not fall into over-analysis or cynicism as I view them. 

Ralphie?

A Unique Opportunity

Jedi Knight's middle school band has, for some years, carried on a tradition of performing each December at one of the northwest's coolest performing arts centers. It is right downtown and Plantboy and I have seen some wonderful performances there...big names like Yo Yo Ma and Jerry Seinfeld, as well as shows like Wicked and Riverdance. It is an awesome opportunity for these kids, and paid for with a combination of grants, community support and ticket sales. We are the only middle school in the region who gets the chance to do this. 

The four bands at his school maintain a long tradition of excellence. The jazz band band, especially, is quit remarkable and as I heard the various soloists last night I had to keep reminding myself that they were only eight graders. The choirs were a bit more painful. With them I had to keep reminding myself that they were only kids and it was cool for the weaker performers to be there as well as the good ones.

It was rather long but we dragged all the minions...er...kids to it and one out of two did admirably. As for the Youngling? Maybe a sitter next year!

More Mommy than Science Teacher

Last Thursday, Jedi Knight and Plantboy went on a school field trip to watch the salmon spawn. They enjoyed their trip so much (and the sun finally came out) that on Saturday we did a repeat with the family. We got to hike a little, and Plantboy gave me an early Christmas present in the form of a very cool coat I've had my eye on for some months.

They really do die after they spawn. I've heard this so many times before, but until I saw the stream littered with their half decomposing carcasses I just didn't really believe it, you know. My mind for all things evolution was spinning like crazy during our trip.

I had two distinct impression in this regard on Saturday. The first is that it is a cruel thing that makes these fish starve and fight their way upstream for months in their old age, only to pass on what they can to the next generation and die. It is easier for me to put my faith in an evolutionary system than to believe that my benevolent Father in Heaven designed a system so cruel. My second impression was a bit more sacrilege. It was that when the God of the Universe observed the way the salmon were evolving He said something like, "Well, how odd. Let's just see where these tenacious creatures will go with this."

It is hard to get pictures of them in the water, but much of what they do is just tread against the current and try not to get pushed back. Every several minutes, in a herculean effort of will and muscle and drive, they will jump and splash and push through very shallow water, sometimes gaining as much as ten or twenty feet of river. Only to rest and rest and tread water and try not to get pushed back. No doubt there is a metaphor there for human life too.

These next shots are of a very large female surrounded by 3-4 males. Every few minutes, we would see her white underbelly as she flipped and struggled to dig her nest. Near her, the males kept fighting each other (and the current) in order to prove that they were the fish for the job at hand.

 Here we are hiking and enjoying the sunshine. Don't let that bright ray fool you . . . it probably wasn't even forty degrees! We also passed areas where the sun hadn't hit in a few days and the ground underfoot was white and crunchy and covered with a thousand leaves that will be food for the forest next spring. There are supposed to be some old growth forests near where we were, but I think we went the wrong direction. In the spring we hope to go back and find the really big trees with the rhododendrons and ferns in the understory.

Running Behind

These pictures are from Veteran's Day. Our weather has been pretty bad this month. October was beautiful and then the rain settled in for about three weeks starting on Halloween. Thursday this week it finally cleared up . . . but hasn't really been about 40 degrees since and nights are freezing! Yes, yes, I'm sure the weather where you are is worse (unless it is Southern California or Houston where you still have 90% humidity), but this has been an unusually bad spell for us. Usually the fall is long and slow, drifting lazily into winter-like conditions. Our rainy season is usually in the spring.

Still we have tried to find ways to keep each other from going crazy. The little boys' after school club is good to send them out unless it is just pouring, so they get quite a lot of physical activity still. Jedi Knight has karate a couple of afternoons each week. Still, opportunities like the one below are great because we get to be together and outside. My middle boy was working on a little nature journal for school; they were supposed to find animals in your urban area. Because we have a lot of green space in our city, this is actually not that difficult. Padawan is also working on an animal report and chose the Blue Heron. So we went to find some.

Talk To Me! Tell Me All Your Problems!

It is just possible that there is a sign around my neck this week or above my door that reads like this because it sure seems that I've had a lot of confidences shared this week. At home. School. Friends. It is both satisfying and exhausting and worrisome. I'm looking forward to a whole week off at Thanksgiving. And I will try very hard to have at least a few days where I don't work at all!

Guest Post

I'm at Aspiring Mormon Women today. Thanks for dropping by. Politics on the menu here tomorrow.

Halloween Ups and Downs

My board looked like this today:

I also took my kids into the computer lab and felt like I really used my master's degree (instructional technology) because of the assignment I wrote for them. They worked at their own pace, used technology as a tool for learning instead of just a word processor and most of them really liked it. They were engaged and when I helped students I was able to zero in on exactly what each kid needed. Exhausting work letting the computer be the teacher.

I got my annual big hair on (it was bigger 12 hours ago). It is hard to tell from my picture, but it is purple too. I wore my zombie shirt. I'll confess--Plantboy loves the big hair.

On the downside, I have one that refused to trick or treat once he saw his brother looking like this:

He then started thinking about all the scary things and people and costumes and started weeping into his ravioli. Then, very quietly, "I don't think I'm going to go."

And it wasn't my youngest. 

Dear Middle Child. How can I love thee better? Rather than outgrowing fears he seems to be adopting them tenfold. It is keeping him from embracing so much that is sweet about life. It is keeping him from unlocking his potential. And I'm not talking about trick or treating.

Best Sister Ever

My sister sent me the cutest necklace and matching earrings. Sometimes a little costume jewelry from Wal-Mart is just what a girl needs. It compliments my Goodwill sweater and $20 blazer quite nicely!

Melt Down

Okay, I haven't done it yet, but I came close a few times this week. Plantboy being sick hasn't helped matters, but my parents in town this weekend has helped a lot.

Just keep swimming . . swimming. . . just keep swimming . . .

12 Today

I felt like an old lady shipping Jedi Knight off to Young Men's tonight. Grandparents in town for the weekend. This is one happy big kid.

Autumn Senses

The smell and sound of raked leaves when you ride your bike through them.

The crisp sound and taste of a fresh apple dripping juices down your fingers.

A delightful breeze blowing across your face and a sky so blue you could swim in it.

The bright orange counterpoint of pumpkins in dead and dying fields. 

The savory smell and herb-filled taste of every soup recipe in the box tried in a single week.

October isn't always so lovely; but this one is one for the ages. 

A Good Day

One of my Young Women got married today. In the temple. It was a delightful, small and peaceful wedding. I remembered marrying my own sweetheart and thought about my own boys one day doing the same. I also thought about a friend who should have been there with us, but wasn't. The bittersweet, however, was more sweet than bitter and I felt a great measure of peace.

The next time I go to the temple will be to take my 12 year old to do baptisms for the first time.

I'm Not In Today . . .

But you can find me here:

Aspiring Mormon Women

I have really enjoyed writing for AMW, and when I read their other writers I am really amazed that I was even invited--both in the quality of writing and the wealth of experience from the other contributors.

The monthly deadline thing has also been really good for me; it helps me to see that sometimes part of the creative process is just sitting down and working, even when "inspiration" doesn't seem to be ready to strike.

Doubt Your Doubts

The title of this piece was probably my favorite quote from conference. I am grateful to Elder Uchtdorf for acknowledging that people leaving the church is not a simple situation and for recognizing that asking a lot of questions can lead you both out of the church as well as in to greater truth. 

His counsel was beautiful and timely; I wish some of my friends had stuck around long enough to hear him . . . but maybe it wouldn't matter.  I know many people who are proudly embracing their doubts at the moment. As if to do so makes them smarter or more savvy or more sophisticated.

I pray for the humility and wisdom to doubt my doubts and embrace my faith instead.

Conference Sunday

A lazy weekend. We made the traditional CTR pretzels and worked puzzles. Oh...and one with stomach flu!

Doing Science-y Stuff

More Hours

Well, our school had some FTE left over and I was given another section of class to teach! This moves my preparation hour to earlier in the day (every other day; our school in on an A/B day). However, because this extra prep hour is before lunch (instead of after like before) I effectively need to be in to school by 10:00 instead of 12:30. I can still put my kids on the bus, but very little else and my mid-week lunch dates with Plantboy are at a sad end.

On the upside, most days I was on campus that early anyway . . . now I'm just getting paid for it. I think. I was asked to teach the class, but I've yet been asked to sign another contract!

It was a busy, crazy week (lots of grading, prepping and picking up the new class) and Plantboy has been out of town all so I cannot say with 100% certainty that I'm loving being a working mom, but it has definitely had some perks.

Exhausted.

Corn Chowder

Best corn chowder ever . . . Especially after all the goodies we put on top! The lovely yellow comes from a generous shake of turmeric, not that nasty canned stuff called cream corn. I basically made a cream soup base using bacon grease for part of the fat and then threw in potatoes and a bag of frozen corn. (Celery and onions helped make up the roux.) seasoning was white pepper and salt. Toppings are bacon, sharp cheddar, chives and sautéed red peppers. Thanks to Plantboy for potatoes, onions and chives.

Common Core

Some years back I was hired to teach 7th grade science at a school frustrated by its low test scores in the arena. Despite it perfect-community-school demographic, the school was scoring dead-last city- wide in its end-of-level science scores. I was hired for a number of reasons, but I think two really stand out. I'd been accustomed to teaching science on a full-year schedule; the school was on a semester rotation with all the kids filtering through one teacher in large classes. They needed somebody with the background to expand their program out curriculum-wise. The second reason for their decision to hire me, I think, was that I was coming from Texas. I knew a LOT about standardized testing.

Within one year, our school went from last to first in the rankings.

It wasn't just me, of course. The school made many good choices that year. They offered more sections of science, making the classes smaller. The expanded year teaching ensured that each child had science education up until the time of the test. Science became less about study guides and more about hands-on experiences and labs as we expanded our curriculum. So yes, smaller classes and more seat time, what the teachers always tout as the magic elixirs of education absolutely worked. However, I would also submit that my colleague and I became committed to teaching the standards to which the kids would be tested. We pored over them exhaustively and adapted our curriculum accordingly, hitting each vocabulary word and concept with renewed vigor. Our renewed commitment to the best pedagogical practices we knew, in the end, were largely driven by a need for improved test scores.

If this sounds like I'm of two minds for testing then you are reading this correctly. The parents are right, more local control is needed--in that classroom teachers need more autonomy, not that school boards should guide classroom content. The teachers are right. We need classrooms of no larger than 24 students and the resources necessary to make student learning up-to-date, relevant and dynamic. The politicians are right. All of this money spent should MEAN something measurable.

I do think that when a child graduates from high school, the diploma should mean something. An "A" should not be handed out because a student did enough extra credit by taking stats for the track team when the coach/teacher was in a bind. Teachers have traditionally allowed for a lot of crazy stuff totally unrelated to an understanding of the subject to count for "points." In the end, you have an arbitrary bundle of meaningless grades, kids teacher-shopping for the most grade-friendly instructors, and diplomas that aren't worth the paper on which they are printed.

Standards keep teachers focused. Good assessments keep them honest. And by honest, I don't necessarily mean truthful. I mean honest with how their class time (read: taxpayer dollars) is spent. There must be a system of accountability in place for both teachers and students.

Having said that, however (you all know me well enough by now to know there is nearly always a however coming), the idea that education can pour in children as culturally, mentally, ethnically, and economically diverse as any you will find in the world into a machine and churn out the an ideal learner with the same set of skills is not only unreasonable, but it might not even be desirable.

When we insist that each child be tested to an identical set of standards with no wiggle room then we are stifling creativity, individuality, joy, curiosity. Many of our important innovators, thinkers, writers and artists have had very unconventional paths to greatness. To attempt to put every child on some kind of standardized or "normal" path is to shoot ourselves in the proverbial foot as far as the future is concerned. And to quote Princess Leia (or paraphrase), the tighter we grip, the more students will slip through our fingers.

As for Common Core.

Each state has developed curriculum standards for all levels of education. In some states these are very good. In some states these are just terrible. A curriculum standard is harder than you think to write--it must be sufficiently vague that you aren't just giving lists of facts and vocabulary for students to memorize and regurgitate, but also sufficiently specific that it can be measured. The Common Core grew out of an effort to try and align the states in some kind of cohesive standard. This part of it is not so bad.

For example, it is ludicrous that a group of highly conservative people in one part of a state can mandate through lobbying money or floor votes that certain scientific concepts (thinking most immediately of global warming and evolution) not be taught. Or that history be taught properly--from the viewpoint of the vanquished as well as the conquerors with a critical and thoughtful eye to our own not-always-gloried past. Common Core is, in part, an attempt to stop local school boards from willfully keeping children ignorant of the larger world and the facts that help organize and define it.

This is one reason why conservatives are becoming increasingly vocal about Common Core. They fear that the standards (actually fairly vague; everyone should read these before freaking out) are an attempt to brainwash their children into skepticism and liberal thinking. In truth, Common Core standards are an effort to help children learn to think. Period. If their faith traditions cannot stand up to all this "thinking" and "choice" then what possible good are those traditions, anyway? The more adversarial conservatives make school (vs. religion too often) the more children will be lost either to critical thinking or to religion. This false dichotomy, I am convinced, is a trick of Satan. The idea that deep intelligence and faith are mutually exclusive denies the very nature of God.

Ahem. Back on track.

So while I think Common Core standards that states adopt or at least align their own standards to is a good thing; I have a much harder time with Common Core assessments. Two examples to help explain this.

At my current school we are supposed to be aligning our assessments with one another. There are five of us teaching the class I'm teaching, three of us with fairly strong opinions. While we have all agreed on the standards, each of us are teaching them in slightly different ways based on our own personalities, interests and gifts. As a result, we feel to emphasize different things in our testing, as well as the nature of our tests. One of the teachers has a standard that I would say is much higher, but he gets frustrated when the kids don't already come to his class with a skill set he thinks they should have. However, my teaching philosophy is much more geared to meeting the kids where they are at and then scaffolding them to greater learning, understanding, interest. Is my class a little easier? At least initially, probably yes. But in the end, I think my students may stand a better chance of actually meeting the burden of proof regarding our standards. I don't know; I can't say at this point.

In other words, five teachers cannot even agree entirely on a common assessment to give our kids; Common Core assessments work from the idea that thousands of teachers will get on board with what is being taught and tested.

Second anecdote--back to the same school I began this piece with. My colleague and I prepared our kids very carefully according to curriculum standards with particular attention to vocabulary so that the students would know how to "speak" the language on the test. The curriculum standard regarding heredity was quite thorough, but also left off the term "DNA" in regards to heritability. You can actually teach a lot about genetics without ever talking about the specific biochemistry of your cells. And for 7th graders, this is quite appropriate. You can save the technical stuff for high school biology. We carefully avoided any mention of DNA so as to not confuse the kids and to save a week's worth of time when we could be focused on the core.

Test time rolled around. Sure enough, one of the heritability questions used the terminology "DNA" in one of the questions. I was deeply frustrated. The question, if reworded to reflect what was actually in the standard, could have been answered by nearly every one of my students and still shown a very thorough grasp of heritability. As it is, I bet many of my kids saw that unfamiliar acronym and just guessed on the question.

In other words, the danger of common assessment is that it will still be a small group of people writing the assessment. There is no way for me to teach to a test (not a horrible thing by the way--I'll end on that note in a moment), that I have never seen before and which may or may not align to the curriculum standards the way I'm reading them. In addition, to assume that this test written by somebody else is the BEST possible measurement of the learning taking place in my classroom is to discount my own learning and expertise.

When I structure a class from the ground up, I look at objectives provided by the state (Common Core based in Oregon) and then I "unpack" them--extrapolating my own course objectives (in student friendly language) based on these standards with a vocabulary list for each standard. Then I write a test. What do I want the kids to know? do? understand? explain? analyze? calculate? etc. etc. Then I build my content around helping them meet these goals. Parents and too many teachers are becoming increasingly critical of "teaching to the test" but I prefer to look at it like teaching to the objectives . . . students should look at it like learning to meet their goals.

Teachers should be allowed the autonomy in their classrooms, if not to design their own learning targets (there should be some consistency across schools, after all), then at the very least to build their own assessments (at least in part) and certainly design their own assignments. If there is only one right way to teach, assess and learn, then we should just plug them all into headphones and show them videos of master teachers all day with tests afterward.

In short, I think that states should align their standards with some kind of common core, but I am very much against nationalized, standardized testing for individual courses or subjects. I think that the Department of Education should function like the National Science Foundations--as a granting agency that provides money for schools and districts (not even states) that show innovative ways to teach; the efficacy of which are yes, measurable by some local or even state standard. Each state has their own way of training and retaining teachers, as well as conferences and standards for teaching. The structures already in place allow for better dovetailing of standards and assessment. Schools were given to the states; they should be allowed to stay there. 

Now I've covered everything. Almost quite literally. See what you get after a long silence? I'll stick to pictures for the next few months. Then we'll talk about how much good could be done for education in my state if the army chose to build ONE less plan next year to the tune of 500 million dollars. What if it built fifty fewer planes? How much good might we do in a single generation if we truly started funding schools in a way that matches our rhetoric for how important education is?

Now THAT'S a Job!

I was indexing this morning before church. They were passenger lists from the late 1800's. One woman, no age given, listed her occupation as "spinster." Ten minutes later I found another "spinster." This second Irish lass, however, was the ripe old age of 19. They called 'em young back in the day! Also, I can't help but wonder if there was a shortage of American spinsters in the 1800's, so we had to bring more in?

Mum's the Word

It must be fall in Duck Country.

Okay. It Is Hard.

I love my work. I am not entirely sure how to keep it from engulfing my life. This is obviously not me . . . but I kind of love her look, if not her expression. If my eyesight ever starts to go, I think some dark-rimmed glasses will definitely give me street cred as a teacher.

Austenland

Sorry, Sister Hale, the movie might just be better. I missed Jane's running commentary in her head and the chapters interspersed with old boyfriends, but I think no more than two minutes passed during the duration of the film when I didn't laugh right out loud. Well cast. Well played. Well done. Kudos to three Mormon girls for pulling this one off in a way that is hilarious, and at times risque without sinking to the level of raunchy that passes for the new funny. Here's to Jerusha, Shannon and yes, even you Stephenie. . . as well as the three awesome women I had my girl's night with.

I have got to get one of those I heart Darcy bookbags. 

Monopoly

I have been playing Monopoly for at least 30 years. This is the first time I have ever won. It was a thumping. 

A Remembered Face

This picture showed up today on ldsnewsroom:

It is the ousted Labour Party Prime Minister getting her genealogy from the Church. This in itself was not super remarkable--the Church has done this for many different heads of state, though maybe never a female one.

What made me so happy about this picture is that the man on the right is named Anthony Parton. He is the president of the Wyndham Stake down in Melbourne, which organized the event. President Parton was once known to me as Elder Parton. He was one of the assistants to my mission president when I was a brand new missionary. 

I hear so much about people leaving. Today I rejoiced to see another stay. Thanks, Elder Parton, your faith strengthens mine again, even at a distance of 8,000 miles and 17 years.

Straw Towers

I always do this activity early in the year. Kids tell a whole lot about themselves without realizing it during this simple exercise.

Late Summer Harvest

Dry Erase Is Just Crayola For Grownups

My Turn On The Bus Take Two

Yeah... I've had my outfit picked out for two months. I love school.

First day

Still no students until tomorrow, so I feel like I'm spinning my wheels a bit. Still, I was glad to put my monkeys on the bus today. They feel ready.

First day of middle school. He tells me the cool kids will all be super matchy. I have a feeling that what the cool kids are will be different every day. So it begins.

Third grade. Padawan is the least worried and most excited.

My baby. The most worried and least excited.

The picture below is a nice exchange for last night's tears.

A new and exciting chapter for all of us.

Finding Time for Family

Our last weekend of summer vacation: 

The boys were excited to finally harvest the corn we've been growing all summer. We might get two more harvests this size. The red corn was a little starchy and lost its color when boiled; it will probably need to be grilled next time. The yellow and white corn was super sweet. 

These pictures were taken today at a little canal downtown. There is a company that rents canoes and kayaks by the hour. We had about 10,000 things on the to-do list, but I'm glad we left some off in order to do this instead. The only bummer is that we didn't have time to rent a paddleboard. I told Plantboy that he owes me a date. The kayak folks will be there three more weeks; and next spring they'll be back too if we don't make it again in 2013. We paddled down by Autzen Stadium. I love our town any time of year, but there it something very exciting around here about the fall. Go Ducks!