The Piano Bench

Is been a long while since I’ve written. I’m still in the process of adding pages and design to the blog. I am almost complete but not yet. So I apologize leaving everyone hanging for so long. That being said after I read the post from The LadyBird Magpie from Parkdale it sparked me to write. Thanks Andrea.

The Piano Bench

I’m not sure if  The LadyBird Magpie from Parkdale really knew the whole story behind her piano bench but I thought I would take the time to write about it.

Andrea in my opinion is an amazing piano player. She was self taught. I found she never gave herself as much credit as she deserved for how well she played.

 Grade Eleven

I walked home from the bus stop after rowing practice every night. Once I reached the corner onto our street you could hear her playing the piano. She pounded on those keys relentlessly and played wonderful music. Some music I knew and some I didn’t. Sometimes after I got home and started dinner I sat out on the side porch to hear her play as the music echoed on our street.

I was one of three girls that took shop in our high school. I can confidently say I learned very little from my shop teacher. What I learned I learned from my Dad.

My shop teacher had a huge complex. It was okay for girls to take shop it just wasn’t okay to be better than the boys. So every now and then he would throw me a curve ball and try to set me up to fail. On this particular assignment I had to come up with a main project that used the computerized lathe. He made smart ass comments about making a vanity table or some shit remark about a girly project that I would be better suited for.

So on my way home one night I heard Andrea play but I could also hear the old squeaky stool she sat on while she played. On that cold November night the idea hit me. I’ll make Andrea a piano bench. I’ll give it to her for Christmas.

Andrea had no idea.

So I talked to my Dad about the piano bench project. I drew up the plans and had six weeks to build it. I drew simple legs on autocad and viola! The computerized lathe made the legs. It was a one shot deal. Everyone in class had one turn on the computer and one turn on the lathe.

My shop teacher tried to convince me to make an intricate design but warned me it could snap the wood. I opted for the classic simple timeless design for the legs.

I assembled the bench at home with Dad’s help. My shop teacher was useless and my classmates were busy with their own projects to give me a hand. I looked at it and said to my Dad it needed something special. Something was missing. Dad had just the thing.

“How about we give it a cushion.” Dad said.

“A cushion?” I said.

Dad went to the back of the garage where all of the rolls of fabric were stacked. He pulls out a dark burnt orange velvet material.

“What about this?” Dad said.

I clasped my hands together with delight. It was perfect.

I painted the bench to match the grey painted piano, glued the foam to the bench and Dad helped me fastened the fabric.

It was awesome.


Picture courtesy of The LadyBird Magpie of Parkdale

Shop was the last class of the day. It was the last day of classes before Christmas break. Our projects were supposed to be marked.

Surprise! He didn’t bother to grade them.

“Well I’m taking the bench anyway it’s a Christmas present.” I told him. He already knew that because he always eavesdropped on our conversations.

“Well they can wait till after Christmas to get their present.” He said shortly while he pretended to be busy writing on his clipboard.

“Uhh noo I’ll bring it back after the break.” I said curtly.

The Bell Rang

I grabbed the bench. Other’s followed suit and grabbed their projects. I wasn’t the only one that made a Christmas gift. Adrien held open the door for me and we all walked out leaving my shop teacher standing there with his mouth left hung open.

“What a prick.” Adrien said. We all nodded in agreement while we walked down the hall.

I waited around for Dad to pick me up. The air was so cold that it bit if you stayed outside too long. We didn’t have any snow yet but you could feel it was on the way. The smell of burning firewood wafted through the air.

Andrea was home and playing her piano. The yellow glow of the lamp warmed the living room. I grabbed the bench out of the back of the van and walked over to Andreas. Dad asked if I wanted help but I declined. It was manageable.

I knocked on the door and Andrea had this puzzled look on her face.

“Merry Christmas!” I said.

“What?” Andrea smiled from ear to ear.

She held open the door and I brought in the bench into the living room.

“Only one problem. I need to have it back so my shop teacher can grade it but I made you a piano bench for Christmas. You can chuck that rickety old piece of crap now.” I pointed to the old wooden stool.

“You made me a bench.” Andrea jaw slightly dropped as she continued to stare at the bench.

I showed her the storage underneath for her music sheets and how I decided to put in a hinge so it would stay open while she looked for things.

“Oh my God you made me a bench!” Andrea smiled from ear to ear. She couldn’t say anything else. She was speechless.

The look on Andrea’s face was thanks enough.


My brother knocked on the door. It was time for dinner. Andrea and I hugged and I ran out the door. I stopped at the end of the driveway and turned to see Andrea through the large picture window standing in the same place I left her.

I smiled.

I knew she was going through the roughest patch in her life and it was gratifying to know that I made her smile.




Reflections of 2013

After going through some facebook posts I realized I wasn’t the only one glad to see the back of 2013. Everyone I knew had gone through some kind of crisis with family members and friends.

It was a bad year for everyone.

Today I realized after I was downloading the photos from my now defunked blackberry is wasn’t all bad, and there were some good moments.

So I decided to highlight some of the good things of 2013 that I didn’t blog about.

Against All Odds.

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Lucas’ hockey team made the provincial finals. After 5 nonstop periods of play they lost. I couldn’t have been more proud of him as I was that day.

Canada Day Celebrations.


In August Lucas’ soccer team travelled to Montreal. If anyone gets the chance visit old Montreal, it’s fantastic.IMG-20130823-00404


For my birthday


Ron surprised me with tickets to see Ilene and Tony in an intimate and interactive talk. It was awesome. Ilene is surprisingly a really tall woman who is incredibly funny. Tony was no slouch either. For those of you who don’t know who they are they are from a British soap opera called Coronation Street.

Soon fall came and it was off to the pumpkin patch


Nicole’s imagination and pretend play really began to take shape. In the picture below she made a pretend car out of pillows and she said

IMG-20130821-00312“I’m the Mommy and these are my babies. I have to go to work and they have to go to Patti’s.”



“Mummy don’t bother me. I have to do my homework.”IMG-20131211-00602She now has moments of imitating the things people do. Sometimes it’s a riot.

Nicole’s attempt to stay up with Mommy.

It’s 4 am

“Why don’t you go back to bed baby it’s way to early for you to get up. You don’t need to be up for a few hours yet.” I continued to read my notes.

“I’m hungry.”

“Is a banana ok?”

“Sure is.”

 After a few minutes I looked up and there was Nicole passed out at the table with a half eaten banana in her hand.IMG-20131209-00600

I finished reading my page. I got up from the table and without skipping a beat Nicole woke up with a jolt and then continued to eat the rest of the banana.

“Come on baby, let’s go back to bed.”

“But IIII’m noooot tired.” Nicole protested.

“Yeeees you are. You were just sleeping at the table.”

“Noooo I wasn’t. My eyes just needed a nap.”

Nicole has a leapfrog cash register

 She lined up all her stuffed toys and gave them money.

She then proceeded to cash them out.


Shakin her booty

Nicole took dance lessons through the city this year.IMG-20131207-00590

I wasn’t sure if she was going to like dancing.

It turned out our girl loves to dance.IMG-20131207-00594

Back to Florida for Christmas holidays


This is what happens when you’re doing stuff around the house and Nicole gets into the cupcakes…. See no icing.

Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Party

Lucas decided he wanted to stay the extra week with Ron to play hockey before coming to Florida. He was given the choice of hockey and a road trip with Dad, or a plane ride with Nicole and myself and Disney’s Christmas Party. He surprised Ron and I by opting out of Disney. So off we went to Mickey’s Party.

It became a night of visiting princesses. IMG-20131219-00630

Rides were somewhat secondary.

 That was until Nicole saw the magic carpet ride.


FYI Disney is full of glitter from all of the princess dresses the little girls wear to the park.

Here is cool Christmas idea.


This was given to the kids in the pub as part of a fundraiser. I think I will be making these next Christmas.

I apologize for the long post and the lack of detailed stories. I admit I didn’t write as much as I planned to last year. I decided one of my goals for 2014 is to blog more often.

I learned one thing from not posting very often.

You somehow forget some of the funnier moments in your life. Photos only remind you of little tidbits of a particular moment in time. Stories however keep those very moments alive…forever.

Okay so I’m a little deliquent in posting… It’s Summer :-)

It’s summertime!

I love summer.

The carefree spirit it brings. Garden parties, trips to the park, drinks on the porch, meals outside, bbq’s, bike rides, soccer games, devouring large slices of watermelon so juicy that it drips down your arm… the list is endless. But I love it.

It seems I’m not the only one who feels the carefree spirit of summer. I see it in my kids all the time. For all of the technology in the world I wish that there was a gadget that could record the memory that I had just witnessed. Sometimes I am fortunate and I actually capture a snapshot.

Below I managed to capture a carefree moment. Something as simple as a balloon can bring a smile (or a tear if lost) to a child’s face.


I love how something as simple as a balloon can bring hours (and I mean hours) of enjoyment to a child. Sometimes we need to step back a remove them from electronics and let them enjoy the simple things in life. Like playing with a balloon.

Joanne my husbands grandmother recently celebrated her 80th Birthday and I managed to capture this picture of Nicole running through the grass chasing one of the balloons. This little moment and many others are ingrained in my head. This is what summer life should be….Nicole at Joannes 80th Birthday


It took Nicole to make me realize as much as people have a tendency to annoy me sometimes I just need to ignore them and carry on.

On our way home from soccer practice it was just Nicole and I in the car. I was cut off by some jerk and yelled.

“You IDIOT!”as if said idiot in the car could hear me.

“What’s the problem sweetie?”

I explain  to Nicole that said idiot almost caused an accident and we could have been hurt.

Nicole repeats herself.

“Soooo what’s the problem sweetie pie Mommy?”

I open my mouth to repeat  myself and then it dawns on me.

I understood what she meant. We didn’t get into an accident so what’s the problem?

Nicole is too smart for her own good and she’s doesn’t even know it yet.

Sometimes I find it amazing. As much as kids learn from us every once in a while we can learn from them. I think that’s one of the most awesome parts of being a family. Learning from each other.

What have you learned from your kids lately?

Hello Friends!

Yes it’s been a long while since I’ve posted. My life has been beyond crazy. I’ve been sick, had final exams, holidays, family trauma drama, and relatives visiting from England that I got to meet in person for the first time.

So that brings me to this post. It’s now June. I didn’t have my act together this year, so I broke down and bought fruit and vegetable plants for a container garden.

To give you a little background

We bought our house almost four years ago. Three years ago I did what every good gardener does. I used compost that was overflowing in the composter and put it around my gardens. However, the person that we bought the house from failed to mention the composter was where he composted nothing but the garden weeds.


So it’s been a struggle to get a handle on them. I tried a new method this year in the front garden. I used an electric cultivator to dig up a particular weed that spreads underground. And Voila! To date it has worked. I plan on trying this method on the back garden eventually but for now I wanted a food garden.

Earlier in this spring… 

Our grocery store’s garden centre had a few interesting things that I picked up.

A dwarf fig tree, blueberry/strawberry combo planter, and grapes that can be grown in a container. Yes folks you read that correctly. The Vineland research institute came up with the dwarf varieties this year and I was so excited at this prospect that I picked them up.

Hmmmm! Grapes and figs that produce fruit in the first year. grapes

Procrastination Doesn’t Pay!

Yes this year I procrastinated. Last year I lost hope since the garden was/still is a mess. This year I said

“SCREW IT… I will container garden!”

I visited a few different greenhouses. Since it’s already mid-June the pickings were really, really slim. I ended up out of all places, at Home Depot. On a wing and a prayer that they had what I wanted. Luckily they did… for the most part.

Here is a pic of my small

A few beefsteak tomato plants, eggplant, sugarbaby watermelon, orange peppers, sweet banana peppers, bell peppers and 1 small Jalapeno pepper plant.

I drove down to Seaway greenhouses and managed to score zucchini, cucumbers and a few herbs.

Perfect! So I began planting in containers.

Nicole was curious about what I was up to. She saw me plant flowers a few weeks earlier but then she began asking questions.

“Whutz dat?”

“Vegetables and some fruit plants. This is how we get our food.”

“No don’t…Mommy buy at the store.” She frowned a crossed her arms across her chest.Nicole gardening

“Yes baby but food doesn’t just appear at the store it has to grow, be harvested, which means picked and then it gets sent to the grocery store for us to buy.”

Nicole bent down to analyze the bag of dirt.

“Momma would rather get food from the backyard, it’s closer.” I winked at Nicole and she giggled.

“You’re silly.”

“I am not.” I protested.

“Do you want to help?”

“Sure do! That garbage! Yucky!” Nicole points to the dirt.

“No baby that’s dirt. We need it to add to the containers in order for everything to grow. It’s not garbage. Garbage is something we can’t use.”

Nicole put her hands on the cool moist soil.

“Yucky garbage!” she retracted her hand.

“No not garbage, it’s dirt.”


“Yes dirt.” I finished planting one of the pepper plants and set it aside.

Nicole garden

“I will help you!”

Nicole marched towards the pot, grabbed it and carried it across the yard placing it carefully beside the others.

“He needs to be with his friends. So they can have a party!” Nicole proceeded to dance in the garden and shook her little bum at me laughing.

I thought to myself “Ah yes,  they party so much so that they explode into fruits and vegetables.”

 Nice one Nicole. Nice one.sunglasses smiley face

You Broke It!

It started with the pepper mill.

The design is such that the handles squeeze together in order to grind the pepper. Ron let it drop on the floor, or it was already broken. I’m not completely sure of the story but Nicole insisted.

“Daddy you brote it!”peppermill

We were driving to a hockey tournament and Ron had hit the interior light (it’s the push button kind) and it now no longer turns on.

“Daddy you brote light?”

Ron looked at me and said Mommy had broken it because I drive the truck the most. Nicole didn’t buy it.

“Noooo Daddy you brote the, the, the light!”

Every time Ron used the pepper mill or we are all in the truck, she kindly reminds him that he broke it. Nicole doesn’t let Ron forget…ever.

The Chair

We were having a family dinner at the table and Ron had finished his meal first. He decided to rock back on the chair. This is something I constantly yell at Lucas for doing and here my husband does it. I’ve yelled at him too but neither of them listen.

Nicole had to go to the bathroom so I took her in and closed the door. I returned back to the table and continued having a family conversation. Ron continued to rock back on the chair.

Guess what happened next?

The chair broke. The force sent Ron flying backwards. Ron hit his knees on the table which almost sent the table flying on top of him. If I didn’t stop it with my arms it would have landed on his gut. Ron could have really gotten hurt. Instead he had sore knees and wounded pride. I looked at Lucas

“See what happens when you don’t listen to your mother.”

Lucas rolled his eyes.

“Well did Dad not just break the chair and almost get really hurt?”

“Yeah I guess.” Lucas said.

We all heard Nicole shout.

“I done!”

I returned to the bathroom to help Nicole and I heard Ron telling Lucas.

“Quick give me the back of the chair.” Ron then placed the back on the chair making it appear as if nothing was wrong with it.

Nicole returned to kitchen and announced to everyone.

“I get jammies on!”

“Ok honey bunny.” Ron is smiling from ear to ear hoping she doesn’t notice the chair.

“March! March! March!” she shouts marching like the characters from The Cat in the Hat  towards her room.

Ron takes the back off  the chair again to look at it, but Nicole turned around in the hallway and walked right back into the kitchen.


Nicole caught Ron red handed.

broken chair

“Daddy you brote chair!”

We all laughed. Ron was busted.

“No I didn’t.” Ron laughed so hard he wasn’t able to keep a straight face.

“Yeah you did, look! Look!” Nicole pointed to the broken chair.

“Can’t talk your way out of that one now can you Ron?”

More laughter.

“Nope I guess not.”

The Lip

I’m not sure I’m going to survive the tween years

Lucas is pretty lippy. There have been a few times where I’ve caught myself and told myself to breathe, let it go, and to pick my battles.  I find this is not an easy task.

Lately I’ve just flown off the handle.

He becomes disrespectful, and I lose it.

The lip


Is just one thing I can’t tolerate.

I guess that’s part of the parental territory.

After my trip to the grocery store, Lucas began repeating everything I said.

I gave him my three warnings.

“Lucas knock it off, I’m not impressed!”

He again repeats what I just said.

I was about to yell at him when I heard this whisper in the back seat.

“Dudis you shut up.”

I barely contained my laughter, but I contained it.

“Well Lucas it’s pretty sad when your little sister even realizes you’re annoying.”

I saw him smile in rear view mirror.

“Yep.” And he laughed.

A little louder and more forceful this time I heard the little voice.

“You bugging myyyy Mommy Dudis you shut up.”

“Nicole it’s not nice to tell people to shut up.”

“Yeah Nicole!”

I caught Lucas trying to punch Nicole in the arm and he missed. Nicole then caught his arm and she hauled off and hit him square in the arm.fightingcartoonpicture

“AAAHHHH Niccooollle!”

Lucas grabbed his arm and protested that Nicole hurt him.

“Yeah ok Lucas.” I rolled my eyes.

“Nicole it’s not nice to hit even though you were defending yourself and Lucas seems to think I can’t see what he’s doing.” I glanced again in my rear view mirror and I noticed Lucas is beginning to sulk.

“But Moooommm!”

Nicole shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Shut up Dudis, shut up.”

“Nicole Morgan.” I gave her my stern and I’m not very happy voice.”

“Soweey Mommieee soweey.”Nicole and Lucas March 2013

Death of a Family Pet


To add to the chaos

Nicole wasn’t the only one sick. So was our cat Tigger. This time we had to put Tigger down. It was hard decision to make. It was hard to make Lucas understand that it wasn’t a good life for Tigger to have to keep going to the veterinarian every few months to band aid his problem.  My little tough guy and first said

“I don’t care.”

 A few hours later

catWe were picking up a few things at the grocery store and he broke down in sobs.

 “I miss Tigger! Why did this have to happen? He was such a good cat.” I put my arms around him as he cried in the frozen food section of Sobey’s.

Dealing with death and kids is tricky. It doesn’t matter if it’s a relative or a pet. To date the pet has been the hardest, only because those he knew that passed away were old. This made sense to Lucas in his mind. But Tigger was four years old. A teenager in cat years .Okay maybe not a teenager but he certainly acted like one.


Tigger constantly snuck outside.

Most times he was successful and he always came back a few hours later.

Tigger and the kids

Tigger was a lap cat. He loved attention. Any time Nicole sat still on the couch Tigger would sit beside her and rub his face in her hands. Nicole would squeal and laugh.imagesCAVSVRZX

“Momma, Tiggaa wan luuuuuvvvvv.”

Tigger normally took turns sleeping outside the doorway of Nicole’s room and Lucas’ room. If Nicole was having a nap he would sneak in her room and sleep at the end of the bed.

If it was time to get up in the morning and Lucas or Nicole fell back asleep Tigger would rub his face against theirs to wake them up.  (I think is may be part of the reason why since he’s been gone the kids are giving me hassle about getting up in the morning.)

Tigger also promptly tripped me on the way to the bathroom in the morning to indicate he wanted food.

As much as he could be a pain in the rump, he will be missed by us.




It’s been a while…

First off I would like to apologize for not writing for a while. The chaos which is my life has been just that, chaos. So I am forewarning you I have multiple posts.

It began just after my last post. Nicole was coughing and I tried the diy cough medicine but it didn’t work. Nicole’s condition became worse and fever set in.

Off to prompt care we went.

When we arrived they advised me Nicole had to wear a cough mask. I thought she would since it had the fun looking mickey mouse designs on it. As I tried to put it on she grabbed and pushed it away. Lucas tried helping me out. He thought if he wore one maybe Nicole would copy. He tried to make it a game.

mickey mouse mask

Nope. Nicole wasn’t having it.

The cough sounded like croup. It was bad. It sounded like a dying seal was having its head slammed in a car door. Her fever was really high and she just sat there. Her happy go lucky spirit was gone.

The doctor finally saw her

He was roughly my age and tried to engage in conversation with Nicole.

“I have a daughter just a little older than you by about a month. Her name is Violet.”

Nicole slowly lifted her head and gave him this look. The “I don’t care what your kids name is just make me feel better” look.stethescope

So the Doctor verified Nicole had croup  and she wasn’t contagious, it was also in her throat and to top it all off her ears were also a little pink. He prescribed Tylenol and Advil on a rotation basis to bring down the fever.

Nicole was also given a dose of medicine at the clinic by the male nurse. Well almost by the male nurse. Nicole was having no part of anyone giving her anything let alone medicine.

So Ron, my husband takes the vile medicine from the nurse. I am holding Nicole in my arms and I turn and prop her up so she’s facing Ron.

“Okay baby open up, ready… AAAAHHHH” Ron mimics what he wants her to do and thankfully she does.

The male nurse looks at us and blinks.

male nurse“You did that in one shot. Most parents do it a little at a time.”

“Uh yeah, no not us. One shot deal and it’s done.”

“I wish all the parents I see did that.” The male nurse scribbled on his clipboard and marched down the hallway.

“Ready to go home babe?” I asked Nicole. All I heard was the soft sound of her deep breathing. She was already fast asleep.

Modern Technology and Kids

This is the way classroom learning use to be


 This is the way classroom learning  is heading now

and in some instances already exists.

                                                      ipads in classroom

Kids are more wired into technology now then I ever was as a kid. Classrooms are now coming equipped with Smartboards and iPads or laptops. I remember passing notes in grade school, and those days are all over. This will never happen with my kids. Kids text message each other. This is how classrooms are dealing with texting issues so it doesn’t interupt thier learning.

cell phones in classroom

Lucas my oldest, is nine years old, and was given an iPod touch for Christmas. If anyone owns an iPhone, or an iPad, Lucas can text messages back and forth to them as long as he hooked into a wireless network. I find it neat and a little unnerving because his friends also text him. It’s not a phone. Although I found out there is an app where he can turn it into a phone, but my husband and I axed that in a hurry.

We are struggling with him. Lucas is in a hurry to grow up. He’s been like this for years. It’s part in parcel with the fact his Uncle is roughly twelve years older than him, and he uses him as a role model. I noticed it’s not just him. His peers are also in a hurry to grow up. I’m sure you are wondering how I know this.

The answer is simple.

facebookNow I know Facebook standards are you have to be at least thirteen. However where there is a will there is a way.

Lucas made himself a Facebook account. Most of his peers also have an account. Our rule was this, Mom and Dad had to be his friends AND we have to know his password.

Why I like Facebook for younger kids….

The most important is Lucas is able to keep in contact with family who he doesn’t see on a regular basis. I surfed on a few of his peers and it’s a growing trend. Grandpa and Grandpa can keep in touch so can Aunts and Uncles, Cousins….you get the picture.

What I don’t like…..

You can’t delete who his friends are friends with. You may feel his friends are appropriate but then you find out the sister who is a friend is not, or cousin or …. You get the picture.

Now Lucas hasn’t figured out how to see friends of friends but the older people do. It can create conflict. So we screened his Facebook and deleted people who had questionable friends and relatives. I thought he would be very upset by this but it turned out he was more upset about the prospect of not having Facebook at all.

Ron, my husband thinks he’s wishing his youth away by wanting to be a part of all this technology. I’m not so sure that’s the case. I think he’s wants to keep up with everyone else so he’s not left behind.

Now as for my daughter Santa brought her a leappad2.

leappad2tabletIt’s what I call a kids version of and iPad, except she can’t email anyone. It’s an awesome piece of technology. She has learned so much is such a short span of time. She’s already learning how to write her letters and she’s not even three yet. Leapfrog has created great apps for her age and the next age group up. It explores everything from music, reading, writing, art, math, geography, science and cooking/eating healthy. This device doesn’t need cartridges so there is no worry about losing them. She’s entertained when we are on the road, and if she wants some down time on the couch in the evening while we watch TV. She affectionately calls it:

“My compooter.”

How long will it be before a leappad is going to be a mandatory learning tool used in kindergarten or grade 1? Would that be a bad thing?

The difference between my son and daughter in their own technology battles is she is learning something and my son is not. I think that’s part of the problem I’m having, or so I thought.

The way people are using technology is rapidly changing.


For instance, twitter. I had no desire for twitter because frankly I don’t care what you had for breakfast or if you have some bad rash…etc. Last semester I caved and used twitter as part of my course for this blog. Now a new semester has begun and twitter is not an option but a requirement. To quote my Professor last night.

“If you haven’t already done so I highly suggest you download this app to your smart phone and we will be having participation marks on twitter so to separate your personal feed from the class feed please use the hashtag and course number provided on your outline.”


I looked around the room and everyone had some sort of smartphone. I do not. I’m not one to jump on the bandwagon and I certainly march to the beat of my own drum. I like my phone but it’s becoming apparent that if I want to do well I will have to upgrade. *sigh*

So now it’s become clear. An iPod touch was our version of Walkmans and Discmans. Almost every kid owns one, or has access to one. It also begs the question, how long before Lucas’ teacher will be giving these kind of instructions?

“Alright class everyone pull out your iPod touches or iPads we’re going to work on this math problem today using this app ……”


This idea may seem crazy but I don’t think it’s that far fetched. I figure in five years max. my above projection will be a reality.

What do you think about kids having access to all this technology? Cell phones, iPods, iPads, Facebook, Twitter? Do you think the use of social media belongs in a classroom? Do you think they’re missing out on the old school way of doing things? Are you like me and think this is happening way too fast? Or is this a reality check that I’m just getting old? *Gulp* and possibly turning into my parents? Is this the beginning of me being technically challenged?  I hope not.

What do you think?

I Da Boss

I would like to apologize for the delay in posting. I have been waiting for my blog to be graded. So I’ve decided I am going ahead and posting. Professor, I’m sure you’ll figure out where I left off.

Given the events of the last week I thought I would share some humour.

Last Night

Lately Lucas has been mouthy. Okay not lately, it’s been like that for months. Mouthy, and full of attitude.

My husband Ron decided to teach him a mini lesson and it eventually turned into Ron putting Lucas in a head lock. They decided to horse around. It went something like this:

“Nicole, grrrrr heeeelp me! Geeeet daddy, get’em.” Lucas is on the ground refusing submission. Ron is laughing.

Nicole is sitting on her knees in her chair eating a peanut butter sandwich at the kitchen table. She peered down at him, licked her index finger and thumb.

“Nooo Dudis, I eat peebutter sanwich. I busy.”peanut butter sandwich

“Give up yet Lucas? She’s not coming to help you.” Ron holds the head lock a little tighter.

“Grrrr.” Lucas laughed.

“Nooo! Never. Giving. Up.” Lucas continued to struggle.

At the Dinner Table

“Dudis, stop it! Yooo, yoooo, eat yooo dinner.” Nicole commanded in a bossy voice and frowns down at him.

“Okay Lucas we’re done.”  Ron said.

“Neveeeer.” Lucas replied.

Lucas tried to haul Ron down one last time but failed. Ron laughed.

Lucas is now laying on his back, on the ground, blocking the doorway between the hallway and kitchen.

Nicole finished her sandwich, hopped down and stepped square on Lucas’ gut to get to the hallway. Something he didn’t expect.

“Ohhhh Nicolllle!”

Nicole stopped in her tracks, turned around slightly and looked down at him.

Nicole let out a large sigh.

“Dudis, stop orsing aa aaawound. Come on, come on. Nap time.” Nicole motioned with her hand for Lucas to follow her down the hallway.

Ron and I glanced at each other and laughed.

“Well you’ve been told buddy, time to go to bed.” I said grinning.

“Whaaa whaaa, she can’t tell me what to do!” Lucas replied.

“Nope but I can. It’s bedtime buddy. Get your jammies on. Let’s go.” I said.

“Thanks a lot Nicole.” Lucas half gets up off of the floor.

A tiny voice echoed down the hallway.

“Yoooo welcome Dudis. I da boss.”nicole upside down

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