Sunday, April 28, 2013

School Attitudes

The boys have not had the best attitude towards school this year.  It actually pretty much stinks.  They moan and complain and bellyache nearly every single day.  It's work.  I get it.  But learning is fun!  No matter how much I lecture them on remind them of the blessings of a good education - it is never perceived as anything other than what it really is.  A lecture.

Today, Quinn and Colby were again complaining about the 3rd grade, and I asked them about next year - who the teacher was, what they've heard.  That got me reminiscing about my own 4th grade.  Like it takes alot to get me reminiscing these days.....

Mom: "I LOVED the 4th grade.  We learned such cool things.  We did musicals, and wrote and performed our own puppet shows, and learned grammer through writing a monthly newspaper.  When someone in class had an argument with someone else, we would have mock trials during recess, where the teacher was the judge, and we had to present our cases in front of a jury of our peers.    I learned etymology and some beginning Latin, that I still use to this day.  It was so fun in the 4th grade."

Quinn: "UHHHHH, Mom.  This is the 21st Century.  Times have changed."

That made me laugh. Like I went to school a bazillion years ago.  But I think he's also right.  I had  very hands-on learning experiences, with extremely gifted and creative teachers that I kept in touch with for years after.  I don't think there's TIME or RESOURCES for teachers to teach that way necessarily anymore. Certainly not on a daily basis.   My boys bring home a LOT of dittos every day, and I realize that thier learning is alot of paperwork.  Which they generally hate.  Makes me sad, because I remember how much joy of learning there was in the 4th grade, and I'm not so sure all our efforts to make education better have actually WORKED.  Or maybe it's that kids are more used to being entertained in this day and age, and the "sit down and get it done" approach grates on them.  Probably some of both, I imagine.

((sigh)).  Inspiring the children's imagination, creativity, and love of learning seems to be a job I'm failing as a mother at the moment.  We'll have to work on that, sooner rather than later. 

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Alliances

So, sometimes I make up little games for the kids to play in the car, to make sure the chaos stays under reasonable control.  Today, it was  the "who can tell me which way to turn to get home" game.  A point for each child that could correctly tell me how to direct our vehicle home.  Colby was winning.  About half way through the game, he asks the following:

Colby: "So, what do I get if I win?"
Mom: "The satisfaction of a job well done."
Colby: "Uh, no."
Mom: "How about 5 extra minutes on the Wii."
Colby: "OK."
Quinn: "You know, Colby, it doesn't really matter if you or I win, because we always share games anyways."
Colby: "That's true.  I guess we just have to keep Reagan from winning."
Mom: "No - you guys are separate, you aren't a team.  That's not fair to Reagan."
Quinn: "Well, if I win, I'm splitting my winnings with Colby."
Colby: "And if I win, I'm splitting my time with Quinn."

Reagan: "WAAAHHHH."

Annnnnndddd.... there's the chaos we were trying to avoid. 

Teamwork's great and all, but you really are TWO PEOPLE, boys.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Bubbles

The scene:  two 8 year old boys, wrestling on the couch, their father standing over them.

Quinn: "Dad, Colby's touching me again."
Dad: "Yeah, what's new?"
Quinn: "I haven't had any personal space in like FIVE HOURS."

No, son.  You have not had any personal space in 9 years and 4 months, if you count womb-time.  Get used to it.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Aquarium

Quinn: "MOM!  It would be so cool to be a fish in an aquarium!"
Mom: "Really?  Because I think it would be incredibly boring."
Quinn: "No.  How cool.  Once a day, the lid opens up, and FOOD STORM!!!!"

Some days I wish I could feed the children like we feed the fish - open a can, sprinkle the food on top of them, and leave.

Empathy

Quinn: "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to have a Mastercard."
Mom: "You are?  Why?"
Quinn: "Too many people use Visa, and that's not fair to Mastercard."

I've always wanted him to be empathetic and have a sense of justice and fairness, but... this might be taking things a bit too far.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Age

Quinn: "Mooooooooom!!!  Tell Colby to stop it!"
Mom: "Why?  What's he doing?"
Quinn: "He keeps telling everyone he's five minutes older than me."
Mom: "He IS five minutes older than you."
Quinn: "Yeah, but he keeps calling me 'Little Brother'!"

Colby: "Oh, come on, Little Bro.  Quit complaining."

It was genuinely bothering Quinn, which of course made Colby call him "Little Bro" for the rest of the trip.