My wife has been working in the elementary school for the past month, assisting a special needs boy. He has a horrible background, and because of it, has the worst social skills I’ve ever seen in a student. At any age. And he’s a second grader.
When Donna started working with him, he was violent, disrespectful, and quite honestly, a little scary. Today, however, he did something that was so funny, I thought I’d share.
Normally, this young man swears like a sailor (no offense, my naval visitors). In the time that he’s been with my wife, however, that’s largely diminished. Today was proof. He’s not having a very good day, which is to say that he’s been challenging to manage. He got mad at Donna for something, but instead of actually swearing at her like he would have a month ago, he yelled, “You’re the ‘B’ word, you know that?!?!”
I know, for most kids, that would be horrible. But for this young man, it was the most restrained he’s ever been. She told me about it at lunch today, and it made me laugh. Sadly, the trial period for Donna is ending on Monday, and the position will go to a union member with the most seniority — but hopefully the stint with Donna will help the new aide. As long as she’s not a B word.
There was a slight… disbelief in my household this Christmas, which YouTube graciously helped me prove wrong. No one remembered this, but once I found it, and showed them, they all remembered. Yeah, if you’re in your 30s, it will make you nostalgic, I promise.
We do a scavenger hunt every Christmas — and this is a video clue for the girls. Going to Daddy’s blog was the last clue, this one sends them somewhere else. AWESOME fun for the girls. Merry Christmas everyone.
Here at the Powers’ homestead, Christmas is always a mixed bag of joy, stress, depression, fun, and food. And presents. I must admit, I’m not terribly fond of this time of year, and my personal mood tends to lean more toward depression and stress than anything else — but there are some things I like about the season. One of them is the book, “The Best Christmas Pagaent Ever” by Barbara Robinson.
We try to read it every year, and it always makes me smile. We even have the made for television version of the book as well. It’s not as charming as the book, but still a fun show to watch.
Happy Holidays everyone. May your holiday season be stress free, and joy filled.
I didn’t throw up until 1:30PM, so that was good. Things were actually quite nice until the afternoon, in fact. I had a meeting, drank some coffee, ate some lunch; it was pretty nice. Then, for some odd reason, I began violently throwing up. It was truly a vomit fest, and just as gross as it sounds. With chunks. (And later without…)
Anyway, after school, we had to retake our Christmas photo, because in the last sitting, yours truly towered over the family like a middle aged totem pole. It looked silly. So, back to the scenic spot for our photo. It turned out nice, and if I hadn’t told you, you’d never know I’d thrown up shortly before the photo was taken:
After a dozen takes, we ended up with that charming shot you see above. Standing up that 12th time, however, proved to be more than I could handle, and I took a lovely little ride down the riverbank. I managed to catch myself before a full fledged swim was required, but it sure didn’t make my day any better. You’ll notice the snowy scenery? Yeah, that’s real. Real cold.
