Monthly Archives: September, 2016

The new schools; thumbs up!

Holly gets off her bus each day and says, “Well, I had another great day!”  She loves her new school and her new teacher.  She tells me that this is the nicest school because she gets three recesses (last year, only two).  She also says that she loves math and science.  She has already made …

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Who’s a good girl?!

Not this dog!  However, Penny has done surprisingly well with the move.  Our last house was full of gates leftover from Holly’s toddler years, so we used them for Penny as well.  We’ve put zero gates up in the new house.  We were on edge to begin with, waiting to see what she’d ruin first, …

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Darn plums!

When I first found out that our front yard boasted a fruit tree, I was beyond charmed.  Today, not so much.  I’ve been extremely busy getting the girls ready for school the last few weeks.  I’ve never been so behind before, but the move absorbed my attention for about six weeks, so there you have …

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First Day of School 2016

 Our middle schooler; sixth grade!And our first grader!Both girls were happy and excited for school this morning.  I worked myself into a frazzled state of nerves and anxiously waited for them all day to get home and tell me that they’d had a good time at their new schools.  They did.  Phew!  This school year is …

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Last hurrah!

Tomorrow the girls start at their new schools.  I think they are ready, but I’m feeling nervous.  As excited as I am for them to be heading back to school (it’s been a tough summer), I can’t wait for tomorrow to be over so that they can come home and tell me about their day. …

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Little Linlee Bee

This summer we went to a birthday party for a little girl who had been in one of Linlee’s autism classes.  She is a year ahead of Linlee, so she’d already completed her first year of middle school.  I listened in horror as her mother described how it had been for her daughter; not good.  I strongly …

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