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  1. This is not an old idea, but one you might consider. A few years ago I found out about "resurrection eggs" online and thought they were a great idea. They are plastic eggs with little items inside that relate to Jesus' life, death, and resurrection, such as a nail, a piece of purple cloth, a thorn, spices, a donkey, burial clothes, etc. I didn't like the ones I saw online, however, as they were mostly plastic trinkets, so I made my own. I went online and Googled for ideas, then looked for items that would work for each one. I printed out the relevant verses and put them inside each egg with the item. I haven't used these with my own kids yet, but they worked wonderfully with my 3rd-4th grade Sunday School class.

  2. This sounds like influenza to me. Dh and I still have lingering coughs/congestion after 2 weeks. We went to the dr. and it was confirmed as actual influenza. Since I am pregnant all I could take was Tylenol--ick! I hope your daughter feels better soon. Popsicles and a cool rag helped with my fever, though I also took a few tepid baths as well when my temp got to 101.8.

  3. Trust me--I know several teenage boys who can do it at will! It probably also involves expelling the gas more forcefully on purpose rather than naturally. When I was in jr. high, there was a boy in my class who purposely brought a can of pork and beans for lunch every day so he would have "ammunition" for the afternoon classes. For some reason he was only popular with the boys!:lol:

  4. ...and we wonder why we are raising a nation of namby-pamby whimps.

     

    What happened to the days when boys would have just shaken something like this off??? Oh yes those were the days before we arrested teachers for things like this.

     

    Treat a child like a mental and emotional weakling and he will fall you your expectations. Tell him to keep a stiff upper lip and he will rise to them.

     

    I'm with you on most of this pqr!

     

    In 1963 when my dad was 9 years old, he threw away his steak (at home) because he didn't like it. He buried it deep. When his dad discovered that his dinner had "magically" disappeared, he dug it out of the trash can and made my dad eat it. Guess what? My dad suffered no trauma, no lingering food issues, no long-term resentment towards his dad. He tells it as a funny anecdote now. Should my grandpa have been arrested for abuse?

     

    I don't think we know enough about this situation to say it was abuse. Do we know that the student was humiliated, that the teacher was mean, or anything? Do we know that the food was buried and contaminated, or was it right on top? Do we know that she hadn't just told him he needed a bit more and he defied her and threw it away anyway? At my elementary school, there were teachers standing by the trash can to ensure that we finished our milk and had eaten enough of our food. Is this abusive?

    I don't think it was her place to "make" him eat the trashed lunch, but do we know that it was really a big deal, or did he just do it with a little urging?

  5. I'm kind of torn on this one. I was the older sister who loved books and had my own collection from a young age. My sister was not a big reader, but on occasion would want to borrow one of my books (a gift from Grandma or my purchase). I don't remember ever denying her, but I do remember giving her a lecture on how to treat my books, and then reclaiming several from her room when she left them open face down or shoved them under her bed. One time, I actually went on a "rescue mission" and gathered up all HER mistreated books and put them on my shelf "in trust" for her. I let her know she could have them whenever she wanted, but at 25 she still hasn't reclaimed them.:D

     

    Unless a book is truly irreplaceable, I would be inclined to have your daughters help you make a list of book-borrowing rules like, 1. Wash hands before handing books, 2. Use bookmarks instead of leaving books face down, etc. Then, let the younger daughter check out one book at a time from her older sister. As long as the younger one treats the books well, she may continue to borrow. If she abuses a book, she pays a fine and has to wait a month (or 2 weeks, or whatever) to borrow again. This would have made me very happy as the older book-lover and would give the younger a chance to prove herself.

  6. I was HUGELY into imaginative play as a child--my sister and I had alternate identities that we used for about 8 years! We never would have dreamed of inviting an adult to join in, however. I was the "imagination master" who created the world and most of the situations, and my sister and our friends played parts in the world.

     

    I don't have kids yet, but I love playing "imagination" games with my neice and kids I babysit. However, my worry is that if I join kids' imaginative games too much, they will try to substitute my imagination for their own, expecting me to come up with things. Thus, I try to inspire them with general ideas, rather than actually playing an active part. I try to have a minor role on the fringe and get them to take off from there.

  7. My dh is 25 and grew up without video games in his home. When he went to college, he played a bit, because that was how most guys "bonded" in his dorm. He however, was taking 21 credits and working 25 hours a week and didn't have much time for anything else, especially after we started dating!

     

    Now, he actually owns a PS3, Wii, and XBox (plus several "vintage" systems) but he rarely plays them. He has so many hobbies and interests that video games usually don't make the list. Every once in a while he'll get on a kick and play a game a few times a week, then he'll quit for a few months.

     

    I personally don't think there is anything wrong with a "grown man" playing video games. I think EXCESS is the problem. Video games in excess may be a problem now, but they're no more childish or destructive than the behaviors of men in my father's generation: following a sports team obsessively, watching TV constantly, spending more time with "the guys" than the kids, etc.

     

    I remember a preacher once mocking those of us who read John Grisham novels as wasting valuable time. I managed not to snort aloud when he later talked about how much time he spent golfing that week. We all have our "pointless" diversions, and as long as they aren't excessive, immoral, illegal, or fattening (as Dr. Laura says), I think personal preferences are ok.

  8. My sister and I were close friends at 10 and 12 as well. Though we had separate rooms, my sister slept in my double bed with me every night anyway! Over the next two years, we grew apart as our interests and attitudes diverged. I wouldn't worry about separating them now--it will happen naturally if it needs to happen. Unless the older one is complaining about being smothered (this sometimes happened to me!) I would just smile and be happy that they like each other.

  9. I just want to remind you that you don't have to prove anything to anyone! Whether they ever accept it, you are the parent and it's your decision.

     

    I also want to encourage you that your kids sound perfectly normal.

     

    When my sister was 10 (and in public school), she used to walk past people who were smoking and cough "cancer, cancer" very loudly. She once did this to a group of 18-year-old boys when we were alone at the movie theater, and I was both mortified and scared for our safety!:glare:

     

    I have heard DOZENS of people who were never homeschooled tell stories from childhood about being confused about drinking and driving. My mom, my husband, my sister, my best friend, etc. all were scared about an adult drinking a soda while driving!

  10. When I was teaching in a regular public school classroom, I read Where The Red Fern Grows aloud to my class.

     

    This particular group of kids loved this story passionately. I often went far over my allotted reading time because we are all so engrossed.

     

    When I read the end, some of the kids (quite a few, actually -- 7 or 8) were terribly upset. Angry, even. Angry at ME, I think, for putting them through it.

     

    I certainly hadn't intended that. It's a beautiful story, wonderful to read aloud, and a classic, in my opinion. But I think some of the kids felt too 'exposed' having to deal with such sadness in a big group. I had not anticipated that.

     

    So, I guess you'd say I regret that.

     

    When my fourth grade teacher read it to us, we were all crying at the end, until she started sobbing so hard she couldn't stop! Seeing our teacher so emotional broke the tension and made us laugh. She actually had me finish reading the book to the class because she couldn't compose herself!

  11. Altogether now!

     

    Row, row, row your boat

    Gently down the stream.

    Throw your teacher overboard,

    And listen to her scream.

     

    (I prefer the above tune to "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" for obvious reasons.);)

     

    -Robin

     

    Don't forget

     

    Deck the halls with gasoline

    Fa la la la la, la la la la.

    Light a match and watch it gleam.

    Fa la la la la, la la la la.

    Burn the school right down to ashes.

    Fa la la, fa la la, la la la.

    Aren't you glad I play with matches?

    Fa la la la la, la la, la la.

  12. Hey, I thought teaching them to sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg..." was part of music class. That, and the song that has "the worms crawl in the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout". I actually researched the words to the latter song on the internet to make sure I could teach the DC all the verses.

     

    My dad taught me "The worms crawl in..." when I was about 6. It came back to bite him when I was 12 however, because for his 40th birthday I wrote this to the same tune:

     

    Your 40th birthday now is here.

    Your hair will slowly disappear.

    You're getting fat, you're getting old.

    Your teeth are turning a yellowish-gold.

    The TV is more interesting.

    You raise your eyebrows when you sing.

    You've got a gut you can't suck in.

    Forty is the end. (maniacal laughter)

  13. My dh is 6'3", has short light brown hair, a gotee, and an earring. He ALWAYS wears cargo pants and a button up shirt. People usually guess that he is an engineer (which his is), but it isn't all that surprising since about 25% of the men in town work for the government in some sort of technical capacity.

     

    When I'm not being mistaken for a highschooler (I'm 27, for goodness sake!) people usually guess that I'm a teacher (which I sometimes am).

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