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the other two

The thing is, they are just easier.  They don't require two dozen books a week or pages upon pages of math quizzers or explanations of area and perimeter and learning half the times tables all before lunch.   Being home with my kids, with someone always quite literally underfoot, a math lesson might only be twenty minutes, a request for "quizzers" over lunch may be overruled by knock knock jokes. There remain endless math equations to solve.   Books left unread will still contain their tales.  When the words themselves can't yet be read, pretending your way along has a magic all its own.

life as an iPhone mom

I'm not sure if I love or hate the term iPhone mom.  Really, is anything that reduces me to a cliche a good thing?  If I think about it, it was actually an iPhone Dad that turned me into an iPhone mom in the first place.  In a waiting room of course.  My five year old has

dispatch from math-land

I want to do math.  I want to do math.  That is pretty much ALL I hear these days from my five year old.  Not that reading has lost it's luster, but math is very much the in thing.  As with how she took to language and reading, math seems to be acquired in the same fashion for her.

I still really don't buy into the value of the "gifted" label, for the stuff she does is something all her peers will do eventually.  Just because she gets it faster and sooner should not be all that remarkable.  It's the same material she would get to eventually.   She doesn't think she's anything special because she likes to do math. 

On our last trip to the library, we took a spin through the non-fiction section and the huge math section.  I happened to grab this Multiplication and Division book and I love it.  It is written

favorite things

When I was in kindergarten, we were told to pick our favorite color for some sort of art project.  My favorite color at the time was yellow and we were using oak tag, so my teacher told me to pick a different color.  You can't do that.   You can't pick a different favorite, they are what they are.  I was five, so

it is always hard

This November thing.  Though admittedly this one is looking a lot brighter than last year's.  I can laugh at that now.  As much as I love autumn, this fall thing, this tumbling on toward winter and the pace of nature and the weather even seems incongruous to the doing of the months before.  

There is not much to do in the coming months per se.  Even though