Art by Z

Z attends preschool, and he has a worksheet that he does each day in Miss Kimmy's classroom. I have seen a huge improvement in his efforts on the worksheets. Last year, he pretty much refused to work on them. This year, he's doing a great job writing his letters, name, and even colors the picture. It appears he finishes early, at which point he draws a picture on the back. Usually these pictures involve Star Wars.

Today, it was slightly different.

Initially, I was a little alarmed. However, I have learned that it's not a good idea to jump to conclusions when it comes the art of a small child. (See Michael's Dog Picture in first grade as evidence).

So, I asked him to tell me about his picture (notice that I kept it completely open and didn't assume anything in my question, just like the child psychology experts suggest).

He told me that the tall black thing is his (i.e. Z's) hair. Z has really, really tall hair in the picture.

Well. Ok then.

Now that I know he's not my budding terrorist, I felt free to admire what a fantastic job he did of drawing a picture, especially since he's not even five years old yet!

House Shopping With a Mule

I bet when you saw the title, you thought I was going to talk about showing a house to some incredibly stubborn people. Actually, that couldn't be further from the truth. I met a couple of lovely people who were interested in buying a home that came with 3 acres of pasture.

They were curious to see if the fence was intact at the back of the property, so we decided to go check it out.

Once we got back to the pasture, we discovered the field was not empty.  There were four mules and horse. (For those who didn't know, a mule is a horse/donkey hybrid). One mule in particular was the sweetest, most friendly and docile animal I've ever met. It was a little intimidating because she was very, very tall. I don't know exactly how tall she was in hands, but at the top of her shoulder, she came to my mouth- so almost 5 feet tall at the back. Wow!

She stuck to me like glue the entire time we were in the pasture. She was so close to me that I was actually concerned that she was going to step on my foot. She had no sense of personal boundaries.

By the end of our tour of the pasture, I was in love. I wanted to take her home.

Isn't she sweet? She's still kind of shaggy with her winter coat, but I thought she was lovely.

Trouble for S

I got the following letter from school today. I suspect that S is quite the "spirited child", but her teacher, Ms. V, doesn't report most of her antics to me.

When I got this letter, I had to text it to my mom. My mother, who everyone acknowledges is "Miss Perfect" and always has been, had a similar incident when she was about the same age. Her teacher wasn't as long suffering, and actually reported the whole thing to the principal. My mom's principal actually pulled her out of class and talked to her about it.

S wasn't all that upset about it until I grounded her from her bike today. Considering she's just barely learned how to ride without training wheels, this is very, very traumatic.








As a side note, how exactly does one climb the walls in the bathroom?