Sippy cups--what a great invention! I wish they'd been around when my kids were small. I don't have a clue when they appeared, just somewhere between my children and my grandchildren. I liked them when I first saw the kids with them.
Then, sitting with my friend and her kids, I began to get jealous. Every Sunday, right after the Sacrament, out come four sippys, four snacks and peace continues until appetites are fed. As an adult who is supposed to carry a bottle of water at all times and drink frequently [according to my "How to be a Good Diabetic Class"] I had trouble. Because of my left side of my mouth having no feeling, dribbling is a frequent hazard with a water bottle.
So, I did it! I bought my own sippy cup. No cartoon characters. No movie characters. No fancy designs. Just a nice plain blue sippy. No more dribbles--I take it to church, to choir, to bed, and it works! And no more spills because of being knocked over! No more overflows trying to open a water bottle and using too much pressure with my left hand holding [squeezing] the bottle as I attemp to open a new one. It is a win-win situation!
Sorry, kids, you should be used to my embarrassing you by now! The sippy cup stays--what a great invention :) Got to go refill my sippy and go to bed now. Good night.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thank you, Mrs Bissell
It seems like a year or two since last I blogged. It has been awhile, but not that long, it is just that so much has happened. I was not online for quite awhile, and I am not going to journal here, but some of this summer's activities will work into blogs--of that I am sure!
Today's blog:
A couple decades ago I ran into my old high school PE teacher in the grocery store. She had just retired and I had just finished my teaching credential as a divorced Mom of three. She was a single Mom all those years of teaching, so one might think it would be a comfortable conversation. One would be very, very, wrong! I HATED PE. I was a clutz even then, and thought it the greatest waste of time. My junior year I changed my schedule at least three times, and while required to choose from a variety of sports each 9 weeks, I managed to take basketball three times. It was the only sport in which I was even mildly competant. At the grocery store, Mrs B said that the girls she had of late weren't as creative as my group was! The nicest thing she ever said to me--even if referring to tricking her!
She always said that we had to experience a variety of sports as it would stay with us throughout our lives. We would find activities we enjoyed, and be able to participate in them always. Too bad bocce wasn't on her list, But I picked reading as my sport repeatedly--she wasn't amused.
Now, however, I say, thank you Mrs Bissell. No, not for the sports. For teaching us how to take fast and cold showers when covered in sweat. Now, this is a "sport" in which I am participating several times daily. Welcome to Gulfcoast Texas!
Today's blog:
A couple decades ago I ran into my old high school PE teacher in the grocery store. She had just retired and I had just finished my teaching credential as a divorced Mom of three. She was a single Mom all those years of teaching, so one might think it would be a comfortable conversation. One would be very, very, wrong! I HATED PE. I was a clutz even then, and thought it the greatest waste of time. My junior year I changed my schedule at least three times, and while required to choose from a variety of sports each 9 weeks, I managed to take basketball three times. It was the only sport in which I was even mildly competant. At the grocery store, Mrs B said that the girls she had of late weren't as creative as my group was! The nicest thing she ever said to me--even if referring to tricking her!
She always said that we had to experience a variety of sports as it would stay with us throughout our lives. We would find activities we enjoyed, and be able to participate in them always. Too bad bocce wasn't on her list, But I picked reading as my sport repeatedly--she wasn't amused.
Now, however, I say, thank you Mrs Bissell. No, not for the sports. For teaching us how to take fast and cold showers when covered in sweat. Now, this is a "sport" in which I am participating several times daily. Welcome to Gulfcoast Texas!
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