A side effect of a concussion as we have learned in our house is a reduction in cognitive abilities. Naturally we joke that when you start off with a low bar on that skill set, that some brain bruising might be hardly noticeable! Heh. Aren’t we a supportive bunch? But honestly, I... Continue Reading →
Ah, that pesky motivation
Such a fleeting thing, this motivation. And yet, so very very critical. The graphic above is so fabulously scientific with those big big words that may or may not make sense in your daily life. Hygiene? Really? I'm motivate by whether I can take a shower or not? Ok, I know that's not the real... Continue Reading →
There are reasons I didn’t study drawing in school
Because, quite frankly, I suck at it: Unfortunately, Alex inherited my lack of talent. What you see up there was our best work on Monday night. Mostly because tracing was allowed for the project. So, he traced and I colored. And that panel was our best work. Because he could trace. And there were no... Continue Reading →
What child is this?
It occurred to me last night as I sat watching shows off the DVR while my son toiled away on the computer preparing a History project that it was the 4th straight night that he worked on homework until 8pm or so. Willingly. No fuss, no hassle, no fighting. Just me doing as usual and... Continue Reading →
Apple. Tree. Not far. Oops.
From time to time I've shared my frustration at SportBoy's rather lackluster study habits. They have only marginally improved this year. His first semester grades were about the same as before, though he did pull off a B in science which last year was barely a C-. However, there were not as many missed assignments... Continue Reading →
Here's the plan: Monday I will print out the homework assignments from the 4 teacher's web sites (nothing for Drama or PE). We will look at them together and rank them in numerical order of due date/amount of time needed for completion. I know he already is warming up to this idea and understands it... Continue Reading →
The mess in his backpack
Yesterday I got a peek into what I think may be at the root of SportBoy's homework woes. I fear it is genetic. That picture up there? Could easily be his dad's or even his grandfather's (dad's side). We have long joked about his dad's "piling system" which, as far as I can tell whenver... Continue Reading →
Big Brother (Mama) is watching you!
Long term readers may recall that SportsBoy has a tendencey to, oh, not do his schoolwork. And then to lie about it. Happens at least once a year. Of course, in elementary school they coddled him a bit. Let him get away with turning in late work and still getting full credit. Until last year... Continue Reading →