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Friday, December 28, 2012

Thanks for the Ammo, Santa!

Well, as NORAD Santa Tracker predicted, Santa Claus made his appearance around 11:15 p.m. on the night of Christmas Eve just as soon as the kids were asleep (or at least faking sleep well enough for Santa to begin).
This year proved to be just the same as any other.  One kid had too much, one kid had way too little, and one kid had it just as originally planned.  The lack of communication in this house caused us to spend $$$hundreds$$$ more on Christmas than we originally intended.  I blame Mr. Zembower since he just had to have the new gun for his sweet male offspring.  Our middle child scored big with a new TV for her room so that they finally quit fighting daily over Zac's TV.  She was thrilled.  Our youngest scored what was left on the shelves the day before Christmas Eve.  She's only five and still easy to please, though ((and there were no more KAROAKE machines left in this town!!!)).  Their family time for Christmas also proved prolific in the gift department.
Now, as the holiday winds down, we are getting back into our normal swing of things.  I am doing what any good mom does, using these new possessions as ammo.  ((Don't judge.  You know you do it, too))
 My middle child is losing things left and right.  I've checked her "clean" room three times already.  I've written of her housekeeping abilities before in this post about chores and this follow up post.  She's a disaster.  Picture the child of Pigpen and the Tasmanian Devil.  If she touches it, it remains where she left it...all over my house.  When asked if she cleaned her room, brushed her teeth, took a shower, etc, she responds with a fully believable, "Yes."   Lies...all of them.  It's time for action.  No matter what I am doing, how busy I think I am, I will have to go to her task and double check.  I've started this today.  She was told that each time I checked and she had lied, she would lose a new beloved item.  So far, she's lost her TV and her new Heeleys on my only two checks.  Next is the Nook, then the football.  I will WIN...I will be VICTORIOUS!!  I WILL have a home that I can actually have surprise guests one day without being utterly embarrassed at the state of disarray that our home is in!

Lesson:  The middle child is a tough nut to crack.

In other news, Santa has since found two more bags of gifts (mostly clothing) in the bag of her his sleigh.  I also blame this on Mr. Zembower since he was the one designated to retrieve said items from the back of the sleigh at 11:00 pm on Christmas Eve.  :(

~ACZ

One more note to defend my grammatical intelligence.  This font apparently makes my uppercase S look like a lowercase S in my title on the word "Santa".  I assure you, I have checked and rechecked, and I definitely put an uppercase letter there.  :(

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A to Z: Life is a Lesson: Ma'am I Think You're On Our Team

A to Z: Life is a Lesson: Ma'am I Think You're On Our Team: It has taken me over 2 weeks to admit this to anyone, even my husband.  Actually, I haven't even told him yet.  Once you read this, erase it...

Ma'am I Think You're On Our Team

It has taken me over 2 weeks to admit this to anyone, even my husband.  Actually, I haven't even told him yet.  Once you read this, erase it from your brain.  You are not allowed to question me or ever bring it up again.

Basketball season has begun.  Once again, Catie was ready to try out for another sport.  T-ball was short-lived, having spent most of the time faking a headache or tummy ache, then bouncing back for the post game high fives and popsicles.  Zac and Abby play ((and L-O-V-E)) basketball, so Catie must at least give it a go.  If she takes after me, basketball will NOT be her thang.

Well, for the first practice, we arrived to find a school friend on the team.  I thought, "I don't remember seeing a school friend on the roster?"  I dismissed it and thought he must have signed up late.  I sent Catie to the coach on Court 2, watched him check to see if he had her name, and stayed for her practice.  Truth be told, I usually walked the overhead track and watched simultaneously, stopping at the rare occasion that it was Catie's turn to shoot, giving a quick thumbs up, and continuing on.  That's what Moms of the Year do, right?  We were on time, even early for practices.  We practiced like champs for 3 solid weeks.

At the end of the 3rd practice, just as Catie was getting the hang of actually reaching the goal with the ball and really enjoying her brand new teammates,  the Family Life Center Director approached me and said, "Um, we don't have a uniform for Catie on this team, but that team does."  She pointed to the team we had practiced next to for 3 solid weeks...on Court 1.  The team with a lot of short people, a.k.a. 4-year-olds.

"Is there any chance we can just play with this team?"
"No.  The teams are full, sorry."
"And you think they'd notice?"
"Yea.  The teams are all full."

I stood in the middle of the court staring at Catie frolicking with her new buds on her team, dreading having to break the news.  I lied and told her this new team was so much better and practiced much better than hers.  It would be so much fun.  She didn't buy it.  There was one sweet girl on the team, which was a plus (who has not attended a practice or game since that day).  We finished up practice with our "new" team long enough to get the last minute "1-2-3 Hornets!" huddle at the end.

So there it is.  We currently practice with the Hornets on Court 1...with the short kids.  Games are at the crack of dawn each Saturday.  Catie's 5-year-old maturity combined with her mad dribbling skills have proven an asset to her new team.  Sure, most of practice is spent with half of the team on their backs while spinning in circles, the other half sipping their apple juice, but it has been fun.  She really does have great coaches.  Last game, one of them pulled me aside and said, "I am just so proud of Catie!  She is so shy and quiet, but she got out there and really gave it her all today."  Shy and quiet....sure...and I'm Jennifer Lopez.

Lesson:  Pay attention, Mom-of-the-Year.

~ACZ

Friday, December 7, 2012

Free Christmas Tree!!

Last week my aunt said she knew someone giving away a NINE foot artificial tree.  The cheapskate deal seeker that I am jumped on the deal, since I have been meaning to buy a fake tree for years.  When I asked what was wrong with it, she said, "It was in perfect condition.  The man and lady are just getting older and don't want the pain of such a large tree."  ScoRe!!

Well, the tree is now up.  It is quite lovely with the exception of one major detail.  The former smell of Christmas that emanated the air is no longer there.  It has been replaced with this smell.  The smell of a fake tree...that sat in the attic for month after month...the attic of old people...the attic that also housed MoTh BaLLs!! 

Who uses moth balls??  There has to be another way to protect the treasures you keep. 


Anyway...the smell.  You know the one, with the live tree...the pine, the fresh smell of the wood, and the sap.  I didn't realize how much I enjoyed it.  Now it's gone.

It's okay.  I am a teacher.  I am completely armed with every Yuletide flavor of candle you can imagine from years and years of thoughtful Christmas gifts.  I could try to be authentic with the smell I choose, but I am all out of "pine", and there is no "Muggy Louisiana Heat" candle on the market.  I settled for "Winter Wonderland" which could not be further from authentic, but what the heck, neither is the tree.

Lesson:  Beggars can't be choosers.

Merry Christmas

~ACZ

Friday, November 16, 2012

Why Can't My Child Spell?

Spelling is like anything in life and every school subject there is.  Some kids are born with an understanding of words and their sounds, and other kids have to work very hard to understand the relationship. 

Good readers are good spellers.  Why?  They see the words often in the books they read, developing their vocabulary, and seeing reoccurring letter patterns over and over.  They may not even be book readers, but they are readers...of cereal boxes, bill boards, signs, menus, etc.  My daughter does not read many books, but she reads EVERYTHING else.  She's also a good speller.

Poor spellers typically don't enjoy reading as much, if at all.  If they do enjoy reading, it's usually more of a take it or leave it attitude.  They don't read the cereal box in front of them; they play the game on the back. They don't read the billboards, but they may notice the art on it.  They may read, but more often, they don't.  Take it or leave it.

I have a BA in Speech Pathology and an Elementary Education certification for grades 1-5.  The reason I had an interest in both of these things is because I was the reader in my family.  My brother and sister, on the other hand, were not.  I was the kid left on the bus hiding behind Charlotte's Web.  My brother and sister hated reading.  There was nothing fun about it.  It was work and it was HARD work.  It made them feel stupid when they tried because other kids could do it, but they couldn't.  My sister would later be diagnosed with dyslexia in a higher grade.  My brother would be diagnosed with dyslexia in 1st grade.  In 1980, kids were not often diagnosed with much, but it was obvious. 

Because of this huge difference between my siblings and I, it made me extra sensitive to others who struggle, and it still does today.  My heart goes out to them, and I want them to be understood.  The following is my theory and my theory only based on my education and experience in my classroom.  This is not any scientific data, but I think I can help.

How do I help my kid learn to spell?

1.  DO Know this.  A poor speller does not mean a child is not intelligent.  Know it, believe it, and drill it in your child's brain.  It's a skill.   Every kid has a weak subject.  This just happens to be theirs.  They can overcome it, but it takes work.  Some of the smartest people I know are awful spellers.

2.  DO NOT believe "Who needs to learn to spell?  That's what spellcheck is for?"  You have to get close for spellcheck to recognize it, and if you use a homophone spelled correctly, it will not catch it.  Grammar Nazis like me will know the difference when they are an executive later in life and have to put out memos for the whole company, or worse, hand write memos for others.  We want our kids to be their best.  They don't get there by making excuses or being lazy.  (Was that too harsh?)  They also go through many years of school and college where they will be graded on such things.

3.  DO NOT MAKE YOUR CHILD WRITE THEIR WORDS 5, 10, 20 TIMES EACH!!  This may BE the reason they cannot spell.  It is also the reason they hate spelling.

4.  Do NOT call out spelling lists in the car to a struggling speller.  You CAN do this to an achieved speller.  The already use the strategy I will get to in a bit.  Struggling spellers must ALWAYS write the word.  Did I say ALWAYS?  Good.

5.  If your school does not already offer a list of spelling rules, find some.  Our school uses the Spalding Method of writing, but there are other methods that offer the rules.  Google it.
This is a link I just found for the 29 Spalding Rules.  http://jensclassonline.com/index_files/Spalding.pdf.  It is overwhelming at first.  Don't be scared.  You can do this.  You already know some of them!  So does your child!

6.  Know the sounds that the letters make.  In PreK, kids are taught that X says /ks/ and Y says /y/.  Then they are taught the word "xylophone".  Where's /xs/?  They are taught x-ray.  This X says /eks/, /not /xs/.  X only says /ks/ in the final part of a syllable.  The list should be "fox, box, mix".  For Y they learn "yarn, yellow, yak"  Those all say /y/ as they were told.  Then they get in 1st grade and learn "baby, my, by"  Where's /y/?  Y only says /y/ in the beginning of a syllable. 
THEY NEED TO KNOW UNITS OF SOUND, NOT LETTERS.  Spalding uses these phonograms.  Learn them in order.  After # 45, it gets complicated.  Learn those when they present themselves in a spelling list word. 
These are the videos on you tube.  There are cuter ones, but I teach 4th grade.  You can google that, too. Save these on your computer desktop for easy access for your child to work alone.
Phonograms 1-26 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLSjWArTh64&feature=player_detailpage
Phonograms 27-45 http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=He2uoL_MawM
Phonograms 46-58 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXyOehXqrH4
Phonograms 59-70 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SEtJggP9P4

7.  Review these cards (mastering one set at a time and only the first two sets) nightly if you have a struggling speller.  Total immersion is best, not just when we feel like it.  It takes very little time to review.  Once your child has mastered 1-45, they can start finding them in words.  These flashcards are also available in a student set for around $13, I think, at www.spalding.org.  Find the "store" tab.

8.  The spelling list.  Your spelling lists will typically focus on a rule, like the magic e that makes the vowel say its name.    Spalding lists are different, but you need to adapt this to your child's spelling lists at school.  Underline silent e twice always.  Spalding gets more involved in this, but you'll be fine just using this rule with your child.  "If the letter does not say the sound it should make, underline it twice."

9.  Help your child to mark their spelling list.  Underline phonograms with more than one letter.  See if there is a rule(s) that matches each week in your list.  Learn the rule as it presents itself.  For example if the words end in Y, there are two rules possible.  Words do not end in i, so we use y.  In one syllable words, Y says long /i/.  If the word is more than one syllable, Y says long /e/.  You will have lists with "ai" and "ay", and "oi" and "oy, etc.  Mark (underline) these phonograms and any others that are more than one letter.

10.  Sound out the letters as the letter "should" sound, not the way it does in speaking.  For example, "vote"  sounds like /v/ /o/ t/ /e/, say the e.  Then read it the way we say it "vote".  "Cheese"  would be /ch/ /ee/ /s/ /e/ "cheese".  "ee" is a phonogram. Do this nightly. Read the list once they way we write it all the way through, then read the list once just reading it normally, without sounding.  The more they SEE the word, the better they know it.  This takes very little time as well.  If you are a last minute studier, quit reading, none of this will work.  You have to be honest about the amount of effort that goes into this.  It seems liks a lot at first, but soon they will do ALL of this on their own, without you.

11.  Take a practice test nightly.  Now, they write it.  This is the more time consuming part.  Now, you have to "teach" them to use the sounds to spell.  You can call a word out and separate the syllables.  Tell them to listen to each sound in the syllable.  A syllable has one vowel sound in it.  Not one vowel, one vowel sound.  "Nice" has one vowel sound /i/, one syllable.  Sound it for them as they should learn to sound it.  Have them sound each sound out to you as they write each phonogram always. "dozen"  would be "doz" "en".  /d/ /o/ /z/ /e/ /n/.  Sound the short e here.  The more you do this with them, the more they will naturally go to that strategy during the test (and homework)

12.  Be patient!  They are learning.  The spelling grade may slip at first, but the trade off is that they are learning to spell.  After a bit, they will use the strategy more, and grades will come back up.  They will not memorize words anymore, they will spell them.  They will spell all other words, as well, much better because they have a strategy.

Memorizing has worked for us?  Why can't I just keep doing that?
A kid who memorizes the order of letters, mixes the letters up and misses them on tests.  They also can't spell that same word 2 weeks later when it's not on the spelling list.  After middle school, there are no more spelling tests, and your kid still won't know how to spell.  They've put a band-aid on the wound and it never fixed itself.  You must plan for the future in everything.  One day, they will be expected to soar.  You have to give them the tools.  Without the proper tools, they will not be as successful as their peers.  If my child needs glasses, I get her glasses.  If my child can't spell, I help them to learn how to spell.  Glasses are quicker, but you get the point.  I didn't say it would be easy.
Do not depend on your school.  Textbooks design lists this way.  They are only following what they are supposed to teach.  Since most kids can memorize a list, they let them, give them spelling homework so they write them nightly, and move on to bigger and better things, like reading and math.  Oh, by the way, your poor speller is also struggling in reading which is not just something they need in reading.  They need it for every test they take.  They can memorize answers, but if they can't read the words, they can't figure out the correct multiple choice answer.  They probably bomb every math word problem, too.

My child leaves out vowels where you can clearly hear the vowel?  What do I do?
YOU can clearly hear that vowel, but they do not.  This is my conclusion for it.  Vowel sounds are made with your mouth open.  Your tongue touches nothing.  In the word "cat"  I hear and FEEL the sound in my mouth /k/ and /t/.  The short "a" gets lost because it feels like a transition from /k/ to /t/ rather than a sound that takes up space in a word.  Working on vowels is key for these kids.  Pick up a game of "Vowel Bingo"  They'll love it and it builds the skill very well.

My child puts random letters where they obviously do not belong in his schoolwork?
He's guessing.  Pure guessing.  He has too little an understanding of the letter sounds.  If it's not a memorized spelling word, he cannot spell it.  Sure, he makes straight A's in spelling, but his intelligence is fine, remember?  He can memorize the order of the letters!

This is a seriously long post.  I apologize.  It was much smaller in my head.

Lesson:  I have a lot to say about spelling.

~ACZ



Sunday, September 23, 2012

Life Lesson

My son has been playing football and baseball during the fall.  This means 2 baseball practices per week, 2 football practices per week.  Games start next week.  His heel has been giving him trouble as boys of the this age will sometimes experience. We plan to call the doctor tomorrow to check it out. Today, when I picked him up from practice, he was not on the field.  He was sitting on the sideline with a "limp".  I was furious.

I know I sound heartless, but he had not limped until I told the coach he had been having pain, and he did not limp at the end of practice during field clean up.  I asked about it when he got in the car, and he said the coach was not very nice.  I knew what he meant.  The coach was tough.  In this world of "let's give everyone a trophy and call them a winner", this is the age where the athletes survive.  So, it's time to make a choice.  You'll suck it up and hang in there, or you'll quit...but if you quit, you can't go back.  Make a decision.

Again, I know it's tough, but our kids need someone to tell them to be better than they think they can be.

It was time for the David Thibodaux talk.....

and so it goes...

My first year of college was an eye-opener.  I realized that my high school education had not much prepared me for what was to come.  I had Dr. Thibodaux for English 101.  As most students know, you scout out your professors before scheduling, getting the low-down on the workload, testing, etc.  Well, I didn't know this strategy yet.  This class was tough.  He graded HARD!  No grammatical error slipped by him, and he had high expectations.  He took no learning differences into account.  He graded everyone as an equal.  I worked so hard for that first-year English class.  In fact, I never worked that hard in any other class for my whole college career.  I hated every second of it.  I had homework all the time.  I could not wait until it was over.
...When it was finally over, I breathed a giant sigh of relief...and signed up to have him for English 102.  Was I crazy?  I just knew he had challenged me, taught me, and I wanted to know more.

You see, this man was not an ogre.  He was gentle, caring, and intriguing.  He had a large family, served on the Lafayette Parish school board for years as a voice for teachers fighting for smaller classroom sizes and higher teacher pay, a political activist, ran for Congress several times while I was his student (and nearly won).  In fact, during one of these campaigns, his opponent claimed that Dr. Thibodaux, an author as well, had written pornographic works.  In fact, it was his dissertation that had earned him tenure at UL, or something like that.  This political trash talking came out days before the election and probably costed him the seat.

I learned more from 2 semesters as his student than any professor taught me.  I am an English teacher today and a self-proclaimed Grammar Nazi all because of what I learned in his classroom in Griffin Hall.

Dr. Thibodaux lost his life in a motorcycle accident in 2007.  It was devastating.  He had so much to offer to our students and community.  Today, he is still remembered as a school board member who fought for his beliefs regardless of popular vote.  Today, there is David Thibodaux Magnet Academy in Lafayette.  A technical school named for the late Dr. Thibodaux.

I had the honor of being his student.  I am so grateful. 

Lesson:  When the going get tough, the tough must get going.  They have to want it.  They have to earn it. 

When my grandmother (and best friend) was fighting cancer, I wrote a note for her and posted it by her chair, "Tough times never last, but tough people do."  We read it together every day when I would visit.

God Bless!
~ACZ

Sunday, September 16, 2012

What Have I Done?!

This morning, the kids and I took advantage of the beautiful day and took a bike ride into neighboring subdivisions.  I knew it was time to come back when Abby had polished off the last of my water and her face was bright red.  As we victoriously conquered the last uphill stretch near our house, I noticed a man putting his "trash" at the road.
This "trash" was a large fish tank.  I would guess it is about a 50 gallon tank with a convex front.  Next to it, was 2 boxes full of everyting a fish lover would need.  Here is the conflict that wives go through in moments such as these.  Do I tell my fish-tank-loving husband about said treasure sitting for free 2 doors down?  This means that all existing honey-dos on the list will be scratched off and replaced with "GET FISH TANK SET UP".  A fish tank that did not exist before this moment.  A fish tank that does not have to exist at all.
I did the right thing...I told him.  I think I saw smoke behind him as he raced out the door to pound on the neighbor's door, but I told him.  He may not get that garage cleaned today, but I told him.  I may not get that last set of blinds hung, but I told him.  Our belongings may be in storage forever, but I told him.  I'm a good wife, so I told him.
(((sigh))) Now, in our garage, we have this large tank, a smaller 20 gallon tank, a smaller 10 gallon tank, and all of the necessary parts and pieces for them to work.  This neighbor apparently had plenty he was ready to ditch.
We got rid of a very large tank before our move.  I was so happy to be done with it, I had a small party in my head.  Now, as I inherit this family's past hobby, I can only imagine HIS wife doing a small happy dance in her kitchen as I prepare to take on this renewed hobby.
I guess this means I may never get that mantle we need either. [[[stomping foot]]]

~ACZ