Happy St. Patty's Day!

Hold Me Now

Time Change Troubles

Gio's in the box!

"Daddy please let me have the box!" cries Gio.

"No, I need the box for a magic trick," says Hubby.

"Can he just use the box until you need it?" I ask, unaware of what I'm getting in to.

"Sure, he can use it, if you get it for him," says Hubby.

OK! Sounds simple enough. Get box, kid stops crying. Easy peasy!

Vinny even helped me get the box out of the garage. Apparently, he wanted Gio to stop crying more than I did.

Finally we're going to have some peace.

"Mommy I need the scissors to make a window," whines Gio.

"You can't cut the box," I say. "Daddy needs it intact for his magic trick."

"But how are people going to buy stuff from my store if there's no window?" howls Gio. "What kind of store has no window?!"

"I am doomed!" wails Gio. "NOBODY LOVES ME!"

The time change is harder on some than others. And particularly difficult for parents of children who are unable to fall asleep because their bodies haven't adjusted to the springing forward of time........

Broken Tile, Again

The bathroom remodel is going well. Er, make that was.

Last night the Huz noticed four or five squeaking floor tiles.

"Arrrr, eeeeeee, arrrrrr, eeeeeee," squeak the NEW tiles.

As soon as the tile guy arrived this morning, I mentioned the squeaky tiles.

I would quote him but I generally avoid swearing in posts.

I left the tile guy to his work, but minutes later I hear an all too familiar sound of the hammer on tile, "Smash, smash, smash!"

"Why does it sound like someone is breaking tile?" I ask myself. "That's impossible, right?"

I scramble down the hallway to the bathroom. My eyes confirm what my ears already know. Yep, the tile guy has broken out five or six pieces of NEW tile.

"Wah!" I want to cry upon seeing the once beautiful now broken tile.

That was at 9 a.m. Internet and I only had one question: Is it too early for a Margarita? Oh well, it's after 5 o'clock now.......................

Parent Teacher Conference

It's that time of year again: parent teacher conferences! This year Vinny's conference has a major twist: Instead of his terrific teacher being in charge of the meeting, Vinny is the leader.

On our way to the conference I ask, "Are you nervous?"

"Not at all," says Vinny confidently.

I guess he doesn't take after me, conferences usually make me feel jittery. Though he has known us his entire life making stage fright unlikely.

Once the conference begins, Vinny takes charge like a professional teacher. He leads us through his classroom pointing out his projects and explaining them articulately.

Vinny considers his writing and math skills to be tops. But he mentions areas in school where he is working to improve, such as working better in groups and understanding the author's purpose better.

I'm sure I can improve in those areas too. Maybe he and I can work on this together?

Though I was impressed with his entire presentation my favorite parts were when he said, "Writing comes to me easily," and "I'm great at math!"

Yay!

The conference left me smiling and feeling proud of my son.

**Note

This post was part of my parent teacher conference homework assignment.