It's that time again

Remember how I said I was going to change my writing style? Yeah, well, I lied. Too much work and not enough time, so you are stuck with my signature randomness.

It was parent teacher conferences today. I always get a little nervous because I know how my kids act at home. I worry that they act that way at school too. Luckily it is unnecessary.

I will start with the boy. Mike took him to his conference this morning. When he got home he said, "I think Blaze's scores are higher than Jercie's were." So I dropped the dishes and ran over to take a look. He only missed 5 of 23 qualifiers for Kindergarten. That means he's ready to go to the big school. I still can't believe it. The only things he is having a little trouble with are naming capital letters, printing his name (he can do 3 of the 5 letters), copying a plus, square and triangle, (he's really close with those though), and reciting the alphabet (he forgets the L and gets the M and N mixed up).  Mrs. Batty also said all the kids love him. When they line up and choose who goes next Blaze is always one of the first ones to get picked. I'm so proud of him, can you tell?

Now on to Jercie. I took her to her conference this afternoon. I told her if we got a good report we would go get ice cream just me and her. They take a test called the NWEA twice a year. Once in the fall and again in the winter. It covers math and reading. In math Jercie is in the 80-100% in problem solving, computation, measurement and geometry, satistics and probability and algebra. She is in the 61-80% for number sense. All of which are well above average. For reading she is in the 80-100% for phonological awareness, phonics, concepts of print, vocab and word structure, comprehension and writing. Mrs. Penney said she is one of the top readers in her class. I am also very proud of her. Needless to say we went and got some ice cream.

Kaia doesn't have a teacher to do parent teacher conferences with, but I will go ahead and say she is just as smart as her big brother and sister. She is talking in complete sentences now. Well, sometimes. She got mad at me yesterday for calling her baby girl. She corrected me and said, "I a big kid!" Seriously? When did that happen? I don't remember giving her permission to grow up! She loves playing in the bathroom and snooping in my bedroom. She eats "canny" like no other child I've ever known. She likes cookies, and suckers too. The first thing she asks for in the morning is cookies and then milk. Luckily she thinks crackers are cookies.

It's hard work raising geniuses but somebody has to do it!