Teacher Notes

I had some really neat pictures for today’s post set aside.  My camera’s card got full mid-week, so I downloaded it to the computer, and now I can’t find them.  I’m sure they’re there, as I’ve only devoted about 20 minutes to finding what file I put them in.  That’s about all the time I have to give to looking for them at the moment, though.

I declared it “Easter break” in our house (You can say ‘Easter’ instead of ‘Spring’ when you’re not federally funded, so I will.) and this declaration took place about midway through Monday when I realized that coming back from a weekend to a house that wasn’t dirtier than I left, but certainly wasn’t cleaner required my attention.

I needed to make bread, I needed to make some granola…2 things that keep me energized throughout the day that we were out of.  The kids needed clean clothes.  Then on Tuesday morning, Elias started throwing up, which made my heart fall.  Not just because I don’t like seeing my kids sick, but Silje and David had their choir concert that night.  As soon as he threw up I knew that someone would have to stay home with him, and that someone would most likely be me.

Knut offered to stay home, but I told him it was only fair he went.  I got to hear them practice every week.  He should at least hear them once.  Solveig had an incident later that day where I found vomit on her chest, but she seemed to think nothing of it.  When a baby is 1 year old, it’s tough to tell the difference between spit up and throw up sometimes.  We kept her home too just in case.  She didn’t seem to mind.

I was so sad not to go.  I tried not to show Knut how sad I was about it, or he would have made me go, and I really thought he should.  I wanted to see their teacher one more time and thank her so much for the time she poured into my kids.  I wanted to give a standing ovation after all the work they did.  Then I tried to stop thinking about it.

Around Wednesday, everyone had recovered, and the kids were getting antsy at home. So I called off Easter break and we got back to work.  Then Silje threw up a bit last night, or I should say the wee hours of the morning this morning.  She’s completely herself now, but I’m thinking we’ll be pretty laid back about school today.

The major study notes this week is Silje passed from her 2nd grade math workbook to her 3rd grade one.  Also, we started our first study of African history.  Silje loved to share at the dinner table that when men used to cross the Sahara, and they ran out of water, they would kill their camels and suck water from the intestines.  I nearly got sick.

It’s probably late now, but sorry for the vomit/intestine grossness in this post.  Next one will be about something pleasant like strawberry plants, I promise.