Kids in the week

Everytime I log on here, I can't believe a week has gone by! The events of the week are:
1. Kimberly now says her full name...."Kimburee Rose HARpur", then she dissolves into a puddle of giggles. When you ask how old she is she puts her hand to her chest and says, "Kimmee." Rebecca is now trying to teach her Spanish as well. So far she has "Hola!" and "rojo."
2. Rebecca has been the little social butterfly and very helpful around the house. She is quick to pitch in and help me clean...when it suits her. but being given the priviledge of playing with neighbors has inspired a lot of incentive! This week she likes Lauren and let her move in with her...cleaned and rearranged her whole room just for this extra visitor! she's also been doing flashcards with Kimberly and Lauren and often helps Lauren with her math.
3. I took a trip up to Megan's school to talk to the guidance counselor, you see, when we started with Sylvan they sent letters to the guidance counselors asking for their help in tutoring Megan. (I have copies of these letters) They asked that the counselors forward information onto Megan's teachers regarding a survey of her strengths and weaknesses and help with what they are studying so that Sylvan can best meet Megan's needs. When Paul met with Megan's teachers, they had no clue she was at Sylvan and said, "have them tell us whatever they need and we will fax it over to them." Six weeks down the drain!
I went into the guidance office and have never met such a disgruntled person in my life. She had the gall to tell me Sylvan never sent anything. She never looked anything up, offered to talk to the other counselor...nothing! She just sat there looking at me and insisting that they didn't do as they said. I told her I had copies of the letters and she didn't even reach to look at them, just insisted that I was wrong! I was so annoyed! I left there and made sure the front office knew about Mrs. Sacco's behavior towards me! I called Paul and he called Sylvan to get a copy of everything they sent to the school...we picked it up and took it directly into Megan's teacher so hopefully we will get some more directed tutoring now! Not that she wasn't doing better without this info, but it should help...in addition to her new "brain" pills. Yes, we broke down and put her back on meds. It seems the only thing that truly helps her to concentrate, organize and stay on task. All our dietary changes, therapies, and supplements are not helping 100%....only about 40%. A lot of the brain issues are still not being affected. She seems to be doing much better and we've all seen a marked difference in her ability to stay on task!
4. Katherine's choir "stuff" is now all finally settled and we all decided it best that she stay with the second year choir for one more year. She was devastated, but her maturity level demands another year at a lower level. Several days have past and she is now adjusting to that decision. She will be performing at a Solo concert on Tuesday and she is very excited about it!
5. Stephen was just shot with a pellet gun at a friend's house yesterday. Paul and I were on a date when my phone rings in Office Depot (Memphis is having a tax free day and Paul promised me a lap top this year...seemed like the perfect opportunity, plus the sales they were having were huge!). Here is how the conversation goes...remember everyone standing around us only hears my end:
Megan, Hi mom, Stephen has to talk to you, he got shot with a gun...(very nonchalant about it).
Mom, A gun! What are you talking about? Where? What?...
Megan, oh, don't worry it was an automatic....
Mom, an automatic gun???? Where is Stephen?
Megan, Here he is
Megan passes the phone to a sobbing Stephen...
Mom, Stephen, Stephen, you are going to have to stop crying so hard I can't understand you! Now, where were you?
Stephen...D's house (had a discussion about not leaving the house when mom & dad are gone and what D exactly did).
Mom, what kind of gun was this?
Stephen, a automatic (AGAIN WITH THE AUTOMATIC!)
Mom, what do you mean an automatic?
Stephen, a hunting gun
Mom, WHAT! Why did D have an autmatic hunting gun! Where are his parents?
Stephen, Mom the bullets are plastic, not metal
Mom, Oh, so it was a pellet gun! Okay, where are you shot?
Stephen, on my foot and knee
Mom, is there blood?
Stephen, no, but it has a bad bruise
Mom, Okay, well we will be home in 20 minutes. Go put some ice on it until I get home...
Hang up, look around and notice everyone looking at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So much for our date!