29 January 2009

Weekly Post

I feel like if I manage a post a week I'm doing well. Here are some of the things we've been up to since I last posted:



We got a pretty little snow storm a few days ago; didn't leave much on the ground, but the flakes were huge!




Riding the Wiggle Riders Asian-style.

New shirts from Grandpa (they say,
"One 'Vette, Two 'Vette, Red 'Vette, Blue 'Vette.")


Got out the ol' Bungee Bouncer. It baaarrrrely fits around her belly, and she's a little too tall for it. But she loves it!


Drew and Owen figured out a new way to wear their shirts.

23 January 2009

BZ*

It's been a while since I last posted; I don't have as much time for doing the fun stuff on the computer. Most of my time is sucked up taking care of school stuff, then I have just enough time to catch up on friends' blogs (thanks to Google Reader), but not to comment or write any new posts of my own.
School is going well. I'm enjoying my classes and I'm not feeling too overwhelmed yet. I am feeling a little ticked off because I got a 60% (yikes!) on my first Psychology quiz. I don't know what happened! I got a 95% on the practice quiz, and when I took the real thing, the questions were worded differently, but I felt confident that I understood the concepts and only had doubts about one or two questions. I missed eight. Grrr! So I'll have to make sure to spend more time with the ol' Psych book.
Drew and Owen are doing well. They are becoming more independent since I've been spending so much time doing homework. Owen even made his own breakfast:


Yeah, that's a hot dog in those Cheerios. We were out of bananas so he improvised, I guess... Oh, and he's wearing a pink bracelet on his left wrist, too.
Drew has been spending lots of time on the computer (whenever I'm not using it), and he's learning his letters. He doesn't know them in any particular order, he just knows 'D' for Drew, 'O' for Owen, 'W' for Westley, 'S' for Samantha, and so on. He knows about half of the alphabet.
Owen isn't as interested in the computer or in looking at letters. He spends his time playing with his Thomas the Train set, playing catch with whoever he can get to play with him, and riding his trike.
Samantha has turned into something of a terror. She has a very short fuse, and it doesn't take much to set it off. It's hard not to laugh at her tantrums because she plops herself onto the ground and just sits there crying with her chin on her chest, all dejected looking. She glances up every so often to make sure people are still paying attention, then resumes the chin-on-chest crying. The crying sounds kind of fake, too. It cracks me up. She has also taken to hitting her brothers, though, which is not funny. She pinches and scratches and grabs, too. Luckily she's not a full-time terror. She is very sweet much of the time. She recently learned to say "baby," "uh-uh"** and "all done." She likes to dance with Drew and ride bikes with Owen.
*My mom used to have a book about a bee. "C D B? D B S A B-Z B." I feel like that B.
**Yesterday Samantha was playing in the shower area while Drew was using the toilet. I was trying to get her out of there because I knew once Drew got off the throne, she'd want to play in it. She loves water with no regard to what else might be in said water. I said, "Samantha, come out of the bathroom." She said, "Uh-uh." I said, "Samantha, I'm going to count to three." She said, "Uh-uh." "One..." "Uh-uh." "Two..." "Uh-uh." Finally I just grabbed her and hauled her out of there. Of course once I set her down she plopped onto the floor and started to cry with her chin on her chest...

15 January 2009

Take That?

A bit of background: Owen often likes to pretend he's someone/thing else from time to time. His favorites are our cat, Merle, or our dog, Vito. Drew likes to pretend, too, but usually he pretends to be a dinosaur, a Corvette, a fire engine--anything loud.
The following conversation occurred between Drew and Owen (and me, because they always drag me into their heated discussions) this morning:
Owen: Mom, I'm Drew.
Drew: Mom, he's not Drew! [eyes widen] Am I Drew?
Me: [to Drew] Yes, you're Drew.
Owen: No, Drew. I'm Drew.
Drew: Well, babies are Drew.

14 January 2009

First Day Silliness

It's always interesting to me how people behave on the first day of a new class. It takes a while for people to get comfortable in new surroundings, but it still makes me chuckle to myself. For example, on the first day, most people shuffle quietly into the classroom, take a seat as close to the back as possible, and fidget quietly until the professor gets there, then they take out their notebooks and try to write down every single thing the professor says. Personally, I like to sit in a middle row on either far side of the classroom. That way, I can still see just about everything in the classroom, and my teacher doesn't automatically peg me for a poor student just because I'm in the back. (I had a biology professor tell us that "studies show that students who sit in the back row are more likely to be 'D' or 'F' students, while those in the front are more likely to be 'A' students. Students who sit in the middle are generally average students." I don't know how much I believe that, but I get the impression that a lot of teachers do.)
It takes time to get comfortable with a new professor and his/her teaching style, too. I really like both my on-campus professors, and from my few interactions with them, my online professors seem nice, and competent as well. My Statistics professor speaks very fast, and is very animated. He even said, "what the hell" at a couple different points in the lecture. I didn't think much of it, but I thought it was funny that one of the girls sitting near me turned to her friend with this wide-eyed look like, what did he just say?
When I first got to my Statistics class, everyone was sitting outside the door, waiting for it to be unlocked, I assume; there were no benches or anything so I doubt anyone was sitting there to take a break or something. I had a 45 minute break between Statistics and Chemistry, so I found the lecture hall, then sat on a bench just outside it to work on my Stats homework (look at me, all diligent on my first day; we'll see how long that lasts). The lecture hall was open, and a few people went in, but I had snacks and didn't know if they were allowed in the room, so I just stayed outside. Not long after, a few people came and sat on nearby benches. Soon, there was a group of about 30 students standing around waiting. No one had tried the door, or asked if anyone else had tried the door; they were all just saw someone sitting/standing around so they stood there, too. I thought of telling them that the room was open, but decided not to for some reason. There were still about ten minutes before class started, but I packed up my books and headed into the lecture hall. A group of about 30 students followed me in. It made me wonder; would it be insulting to the people standing outside the classroom if someone were to go try the door? Why do people just assume it's locked because one person is sitting out there?
Well, these are just some silly musings I had while walking back to my car after class got out (these, along with, "Boy, this blister sure hurts." I got a blister on my first day! In shoes that I've worn many times before with no resulting blisters!). I'll post some Drew, Owen and Samantha updates as I get a chance.

12 January 2009

Glad I'm No Longer Part of the 'Dating Scene'

My friend Em sent me the link to this video. I found it hilarious! There are subtitles for those of you who don't speak Thai (I admit I had to peek at them a couple times).

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