I took the day off from work today, to volunteer at Sebastian's school with Teri. We were working at the book fair from 8am-1pm ( Read more... )

Sebastian's bus arrived early, before Teri had gone to pick him up. They told him he was a big boy and could walk to our house (it's half a block away from the stop). He was nervous, but made the walk; he was at the door when Teri stepped out ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was the Mystery Reader for Sebastian's class. I read them the first chapter of The Great Brain by John D. Fitzgerald, about the installation of the first water closet (i.e. indoor toilet) in a town in Utah in 1896. The kids laughed a lotPart of the Mystery Reader program is that the kids get five clues before the reader appears, to give ( Read more... )

Today is Sebastian's last day of summer camp at Wee Folk. That's the day care that he went to when he was young, too. He was very sad this morning, because he knew it was his last day.

There's going to be a pizza party there next Tuesday, and he really wants to spend the day there. Teri's going to see if it is possible.

I was reading The Horse ( Read more... )

Sebastian sprouted a bean in a plastic cup in school a few months ago; it was a project. It wasn't the healthiest plant in the class, but it was doing pretty well ( Read more... )

So we picked Sebastian up at school yesterday, and asked him how his day was. He told us that it was fine ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago Sebastian told me that a boy at his school had said the "s" word. "What IS the 's' word?" I asked, to be safe. I figured it was "stupid", but it wouldn't hurt to be sure ( Read more... )

I took today as a v-day because we had an appointment to take Sebastian for a follow-up with a gastroenterologist in Providence this afternoon. He'd been complaining about stomach pains for years, and we'd taken him in a couple of months ago. They recommended a high-fiber diet; we hadn't been great about following it, but we did increase his fiber ( Read more... )

He had to write nine sentences tonight, incorporating nine words. But he rushed through it, with poor handwriting (it's hard for him, poor little guy). And some of the sentences didn't really make sense. Teri and I agreed that he needed to do it over.

Man, did he kick up a fuss! He screeched and cried for a long time. We kept trying to get him to ( Read more... )

Sometimes he gets very upset about homework.

He gets furious that he has to do it so many nights. He hates it when we tell him that he has made mistakes, and needs to correct them. He's not like that every night, mind you; only sometimes. Handwriting homework is the worst for him. He's like me; his handwriting is pretty bad, and it's a real chore ( Read more... )