Browsed by
Category: daddy

Teacher Conference

Teacher Conference

We met today with Cecelia’s teacher for the second of the twice-yearly parent-teacher’s conference. I’m happy to report that we have nothing bad to report. Without resorting to annoying parental bragging, Cecelia’s academic performance review gave us nothing to worry about. At least that’s one thing that won’t keep us up at night.

As we did last year, we discussed her behavior in class. Last year, her teacher described Cecelia as her “buddy,” who always helped out in class and was, by most measures, a little angel. At this point, I had to stop her and ask, “Are you talking about our Cecelia?”

Her teacher and others since have assured us that kids tend to act out more around their own parents. I rack my brain trying to remember if I did the same at that age to no avail. I must consider myself lucky if indeed she acts more civilized around others, but once in a while, I wish she’d at least pretend she didn’t know us.

At today’s conference, no behavioral issues came up so I had to ask. Again, no problems there. Yes, I know we should be grateful, but almost daily Cecelia and I lock horns over something. If only we could have a stretch of a few days where everyone just got along.

A few years ago, I asked a co-worker who had older daughters, “At what point can you go out and do something with your girl that doesn’t involve a lot of yelling and screaming?”

He thought about it for a while, and said, “Twelve years old.”

Ugh. Four more years.

But then, the teen years set in…

Mommy-free weekend

Mommy-free weekend

Louise left this morning to visit her cousin Eileen, leaving behind her husband and daughter. We’re okay with that. Mommy needs a break. She’s been under a lot of stress of late.

Tonight, cousin Meredith came over to help watch Cecelia and have some fun with her. We took advantage of the situation to post a new video of the latest Cece & Daddy Have a Talk.

The first frost finally arrived this week. Believe it or not, Randy continued to pick tomatoes and peppers right up until today, actually. Most tomatoes that actually turned red by this time didn’t really make good eating tomatoes. Still, the fact that the garden remained productive in some capacity right into November is pretty remarkable. Or scary, depending on your world view.

Speaking of which, gas prices have screamed past three bucks a gallon last week. All the talk of global warming, etc., makes the balmy weather of late someone difficult to enjoy. Just not natural, right? I do worry what kind of world our daughter will ultimately inherit. Maybe she’ll be the one who’ll save the world. She’s got a big enough brain for it.

Memere will also soon arrive for a visit. We expect her on Tuesday and hope to see her stick around for a few days after.