Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Sweet thank yous

I went to Biscuit's school a couple of weeks ago for Career Day. I didn't really talk about newspapers as much as writing, editing and having a wide range of knowledge.

I hit a home run with the teachers when I said to the kids, "Raise your hand if you've ever written an answer for a guided reading question then put it in your folder without reading what you wrote."

When most of the kids started to look sheepish, I asked them how they would feel if they saw their names in a newspaper or book or on a website. They didn't like that, so I told them that was why it was important to be your own editor and that they should always read what they write. Almost every teacher smiled and/or nodded when I said that.

Yesterday, I was putting a permission slip in Biscuit's homework folder, and I saw an envelope with my name on it. It was full of hand-drawn thank you cards from the kids I spoke to for Career Day.

Here are some of my favorites:

I made the front page!

I love her honesty. And the fact that she proved herself true by misspelling editing and using the wrong "too."

I also got a rose that will never die.

I'm not sure why she added the snowman, especially since they made these cards this past week. But hey, she likes my ideas and my thinking! Even though she did call me Mrs. Milis.

I think this is supposed to be someone reading the paper at a desk, but it looks like someone reading the paper in bed. And I'm not sure who's knocking on the door.

I work at a noospaper.

This one was my favorite. What more could anyone ask of you than for you to do your things?

Monday, April 24, 2017

Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently: 


Your choice, but not really: Biscuit has a series of books called "The A to Z Mysteries." There are 26 books with about 100 pages each, and each one uses the letter in the title. Like the A book is "The Absent Author." I got a really good deal on the whole set by buying it used, and they're in really good shape.

We read them to him first. Then he read them himself. And he's read several of them a couple of times since then.

So as I was tucking him in one night, I asked him if he would like for me to read to him.

"Yes, please," he said. "Can you read one of the 'A to Z Mysteries' books?"

"Sure," I said. "Which one?"

"Um, you pick," he said.

"Okay, let me see," I said as I perused the titles.

"Of course, if I was going to pick," he said, "I'd pick G for Griffin. But you can pick whichever one you want."

I'll just cut to the chase and say that I read two chapters in the G book!


Getting technical: "Mom, what does 2-D stand for?" Biscuit asked. "You know, the scientifical words for it."


Things aren't always what they seem: 
Biscuit's class did a study on 2-D and 3-D shapes (that's two-dimensional and three-dimensional, since I didn't answer the question above!), and the teacher asked the parents to send in snacks that represent some of the shapes.

Bugles for cones, Tootsie Rolls for cylinders, Ritz crackers for circles, saltines for squares, blocks of cheese for cubes and others.

One thing on the list was oyster crackers. It didn't say what shape these would represent, but I remember when I was a kid that we used to get oyster crackers shaped like hexagons with six sides. So I assumed that's what she was looking for. But when I went to the store to get some, I found that all the major namebrands had gone to a round shape.

But as I was looking down the cracker aisle, I came across these. And apparently they were a hit.

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I was planning to make some chili, so I went ahead and got some oyster crackers anyway.

The next night for dinner, I dipped up the chili and put shredded cheese and the oyster crackers on the table. Biscuit helped himself to cheese, but not crackers.

"Aren't you going to eat some crackers?" I asked him.

"Um, Mom," Biscuit said. "I don't like oysters."

"First of all," I said, "you've never tried oysters. And second of all, these crackers aren't made OF oysters, goofball. A lot of people put them in oyster stew."

"So you're saying that they're just regular crackers?" Biscuit asked.

"Yes," I said. "They taste almost exactly like regular saltine crackers."

"I'll just take your word for it, Mom," Biscuit said. And he didn't eat a single cracker!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Baseball Biscuit

Biscuit is playing for the Angels this year. He's in the same age level as last year, so it's coach-pitch. The coach throws four balls for them to hit, and if they don't hit one, they set the ball up a tee.

Some of the kids have never played before, so when they hit the ball, you have to yell for them to run to first base! But they are pretty cute in their uniforms. And sometimes when a kid stops the ball on the field, they have no idea what to do with it.

Like in this picture. The third baseman stopped the ball and Biscuit and one of the helpers were both pointing to first base yelling for the third baseman to throw it over there.


When Jeff and Biscuit practice in the backyard, Biscuit hits the snot out of the ball. But when he gets to practice and the games, he holds back. I'm not sure why. We've tried to tell him to hit it at the games like he hits it at home, but he's not quite there yet. He's gotten hits at every game, but I think if he would let loose, he could be doing even better.


He does have a good level swing, though, so that's good.


Biscuit is not the best player out there, but he enjoys playing, and it gives him and Jeff something to bond over. And I enjoy watching him, too!

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Country boy Biscuit

Biscuit spent spring break at my parents' house ... in the woods.

Jeff, Biscuit and I live in town, so we have a fenced-in backyard that limits Biscuit's activities. We don't have trees for him to climb or creeks for him to play in or fun vehicles for him to ride on and drive. But he has all that stuff at Grandmama and Papa's house. And he has cousins - in particular, a 14-year-old boy cousin that he looks up to and wants to be like.

Ever since Biscuit started school, his spring break has been the week after Easter weekend, and his cousins have been out the week before Easter. But for some reason this year, their spring break weeks lined up. So he got to spend his whole week riding four-wheelers, playing in the creek, going fishing, riding the dune buggy and other fun stuff.

Even if it's only a few weeks a year, I love that Biscuit gets a taste of what my childhood was like.

Here are some pictures that were texted to me throughout the week:

Biscuit, his cousin and Papa went fishing. They pulled in a pretty good haul.

I asked Biscuit if he caught any.

"Mom!" he said. "I caught two catfish that were as long as my arm!"

Daddy cleaned them, and Mama cooked them. Of course, Mr. Picky Eater wouldn't try them, but Daddy and my brother said they were really good.




Biscuit has shown no interest in learning to ride his bike. That's such an odd concept to me because my brother and I rode our bikes for miles and miles and miles. We sent Biscuit's bike with him and asked his cousin to help him out. He made a ton of progress. Jeff and I just have to make sure we keep working with him.


Biscuit and his cousins made and decorated cookies. He brought Jeff a bird and an apple (for the Big Apple, even though Jeff isn't from NYC). And he brought me a music note and an angel because he said I was so sweet to him.


My brother and I used to love to look for crawdads and frogs. One time, we saw an otter down there. That was pretty cool!


That tiling runs under the road. And as soon as I saw this picture, I knew what Biscuit was planning to do.



Yep. He crawled into the tiling. Of course, he called it a tunnel. Mama asked my nephew, "Did you look inside before he went in there to make sure there weren't any snakes or anything?" And he looked at her sort of bewildered, which meant no, he didn't check it out first. 

Luckily, there was nothing in there, and Biscuit had a great adventure.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The beach

Okay, let me show you what our beach trip actually looked like!

This was my perch for a good part of our trip.

And this is when you look left.

And this is when you look right.

Jeff spent a lot of time behind those binoculars. There were birds and dolphins and all sorts of things to look at.

The place we stayed wasn't a chain. It's owned by a family. It wasn't fancy, but it was clean, oceanfront and had a balcony. And those were our requirements! And one of the best things? They had real, live keys! 

Sunrise over the ocean. Even though it was just Jeff and me and we weren't on a schedule, I still woke up at my regular time. So I peeked out the sliding glass door and saw that the sun was just about to come up. So I grabbed my camera, took a few pictures and sat on the balcony until I got cold. Then I went back in, put my camera away and crawled back in bed!

We had some really good food, including, as I described it to my Mama, "wads of cream corn battered and fried." They were decadent and so, so good!

My nieces and nephew gave me one of those selfie sticks. I normally hate those things, but they made a good point. They said they gave it to me because when I take selfies of Jeff, Biscuit and me on vacation, we take up the whole frame, and they can't see where we are. So I promised them I would use the stick at least a couple of times on each of our trips.

We teased Biscuit when we got home. I said, "Dude! I didn't know you had a beach house named after your middle name!" Sometimes, he takes things so literally, he'll just tell me that he's just a kid and can't have his own beach house. But that day, he played along. "I didn't know I had a beach house, either," he said. "When can we go visit it?"

It was nice to get away. And it was nice that Jeff was well and could leave the room, unlike his pneumonia beach trip back in October!

Next up, I'll show you what Biscuit was doing on his spring break.

Friday, April 14, 2017

A quick trip

Jeff and I used to take a weeklong vacation in early May to celebrate our anniversary. But then Biscuit started school. School ruins everything!

Since Biscuit is with my parents for spring break, I decided that we should take an abbreviated trip.

So here's where we're at. Don't be too jealous!

NOTE: The cell service isn't great here, and I'm having trouble getting a photo posted. So in the meantime, just picture and old rocking chair sitting on a private balcony, overlooking the ocean with bright blue skies!

 




Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Spring break

Biscuit is with my parents for Spring Break, and Jeff and I don't know what to do with ourselves!

For starters, I haven't cooked in a few days. We've eaten out or scrounged around for leftovers or whatever we find.

We've also slept until 8:30 both work days this week. Seeing as we're usually up at 6, that's down right luxurious for us.

I called to talk to Biscuit yesterday, and I could tell there were lots of things he'd rather be doing than talking to me on the phone.

He's really hit or miss about talking on the phone. Some days, you can't shut him up, and some days, he just can't be bothered. And when he wants to end a phone conversation, he'll say, "Well, it's been nice talking to you." And then he finished the conversation with "Love you, bye."

So when I talked to him yesterday, we were chatting about what he had been doing, and he said, "Well, it's been nice talking to ..." 

And before he could finish his sentence, I said, "No, no, no. We're not done talking yet."

And he replied (with no enthusiasm at all!), "Oh, okay."

So I asked him a bunch of questions about what he'd been doing, and he told me. Then I asked him questions about what he'd been eating, and he told me. 

And then I heard the voice and realized why he didn't want to talk to me anymore. My nephew was there. And there is nobody in the world to Biscuit like my nephew. So I let Biscuit off the hook and told him I'd talk to him later.

And he said, "It was nice talking to you. I love you. Bye." And that was that.