Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Pencil Grip

Am I the only one thinking about pencil grips right now?

I am really, really thinking about it.

Monday, September 24, 2012

First Day Pics, Finally Posted

Oh, my! TRWH runs on an academic calendar! 
How could I forget to post first day pics?
It's like I was crazy busy, knee-deep in reading assessments...

Pics taken on Sept. 4  Fran and Sept. 10 for Claude,
but I am not above faking the photos when I forget.
("Please, put on your Halloween costume 
since I forgot to take a picture!" 
"But Mom, it's June!")

3rd Grader!

Oh, my heavens- do I love this school and this 101 year-old building! 
Little Miss Pre-K

Click here to read more about Claude's school and see a picture of Fran 
on his first day in the 3's class with Mrs. Barbara.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

read it yourself

Claude went deep, deep into her Grandma's basement and came home with this doozy:

Seriously, read it yourself.  I can't read it
one more time without losing my mind.

I simply love the cover: Read it yourself! 

I just can't tell: Is it joyful?  Read it yourself! Is it tired and can't be bothered? Read it yourself... Is it really angry? READ IT YOURSELF! Maybe it is all of these things.

Basically at our house, I stomp around the house after Claude goes to bed, saying "Read it yourself" with different emphasis and emotions, much to the delight of Mr. RWH.  (I know, he is a lucky man.) I think my high school drama teachers would be very proud of my skills.

Hey, read it yourself.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

A Request from a Phonics Professional...

Please... it's this:
"You get what you get, and you don't get upset."

Not this:
"You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit."
(Get is usually pronounced "git".)

Hearing the difference between those two vowel sounds is a big deal for beginning readers and writers.

Crabby? Maybe. Fastidious? You bet. But it's just one of those things on "my list" today...

Sunday, September 16, 2012

I Miss Summer

It's good to be back in school. I do love school.  
But I miss summer because I miss this:

Fiona reading to her Claude.

Nothing better than bedtime stories on the porch, 
read to you by someone who has known you 
since the day you came home from the hospital.

Gotta love this street.