One of Savannah's many favorites
Last night I had to hide Brad’s supper ‘til he could get home to eat. I think our girl could eat her weight in fried pork tenderloin. That makes the Arkansan in me very happy.
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February 15, 2006
February 14, 2006
The 100th day of school
Savannah has an oral sharing assignment about every 6 weeks. Today, for the 100th day of school, she was supposed to bring a collection of 100 things, example, 100 buttons or 100 paper clips fastened to a poster board. Then they have to tell the class about what they collected.
We realized that what she had planned wasn’t going to work out, and we’d let too much time go by to start over last night. I told her to explain this to her teacher and ask for more time. Well, they go to bed with flash lights and before falling asleep she penciled 100 dots on a little notebook page. When she showed me this morning I didn’t really approve because I knew what kind of displays the teacher wanted. So I told her that 10 rows of 10 equals 100. She wrote 10 × 10 = 100. I hope this passes. A lot of the assignment is about clear, loud speaking and eye contact, so I’m hoping the multiplication added a little zing. She once impressed her teacher with understanding a negative number. Brownie points help. I’ll post later how it went over.
February 4, 2006
164
Yes, the tally is in. Savannah (with help from Mom and Dad of course) sold 164 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Most of this total comes from cookie hungry people at Brad’s office. Thank you kindly! Because not only does Savannah get the prize for hitting the 150 mark, but it’s cumulative. She actually gets about 7 prizes. I’ll post them when she brings them home.
I’m not sure why this makes me chuckle a little bit, but I’ve imagined Brad schlepping all those boxes onto the BART (mass transit into San Francisco). It’s really not funny at all to the person schlepping. He’ll either have to haul them in our big suitcase or drive his car into the City.
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