We had rain today.
Gobs of it.
It’s still raining right now. We had an okay day . . . even though we were trapped inside staring at each other’s faces all day long, and didn’t get a break from one another, and got on his nerves one minute, and then her last nerve the next, and then my hair fell out in clumps, but other than that, we survived.
We also had a snowball fight. You know, because it’s almost winter and it was raining in California so it called for it.
I am pretty sure everyone knows how to have a snowball fight in an academic way, but just in case . . . We had a snowball fight with our high frequency words. I passed out some paper and my kids chose one of eight high frequency words to write down. Then they crumpled it up and we threw the “snowballs” as hard as we could at one another.
I actually really controlled it this time.
I let one table at a time have a snowball fight. Then I would yell Stop or Enough or Cut It Out Already That Hurt! and the kids would have to uncrumple, unrumple, unfold their snowball and read it out loud to all of us.
We had a wonderful time.
Anywho . . . now I’m all warm and cozy at home and the hubby is making spaghetti . . . and I’m about to pour a glass of red wine. Because it’s raining.
And it’s Thursday.
And it’s night time.
And I have a glass and a bottle so why not is what I always say.
I also sent home our Winter Trees on Monday. I blogged about this somewhere, but since I am terrible about labeling my posts, I cannot find it. And I have looked. Which resulted in a nice walk down memory lane and a delay in getting this post posted.
So anywho, our team sends home a Family Tree Project. It comes from my friends, Christina and Susan. It looks like this: