Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Nothing much to say but I thought I'd say it anyway....
Let's see, the grands are grand.
Ry has a new girlfriend at school. It's funny the things he thinks involve beauty, but then he's only 8. And he's doing okay in the classroom. Still the same old bumps and wild goose chases but at his parent/teachers meeting, the teachers indicate that his willingness to try is still optimum, his ability to retain info is tip top but he gets distracted....hmmmm are we back to having to send the diagnosis for Asperger's to these ladies again. Easily distracted is his middle name unless you have a dinosaur, natural resource (his new mania), legos, pirates or very loud Oma voice to lure him. He likes what he likes. He is interested in what he is interested in.
GK will be inducted into the honor society next week, has a boyfriend who texts her the silliest things, she has embraced her geekiness once again and is enjoying all things technical. She is always sharing bits and bytes of info with her brother...and doggone it, he's picking alot of it up and using it in his computer class in school. Yeah geek team. She is very interested in Sir Issac Newton and his "killer laws" as she refers to them. Is in the process of getting ready for the science fair by reading and gathering all the info she can on why her exploding watermelon experiment of the summer past (so much fun) worked and proving it.
Shelley and the kids went to the Twinkle Light Parade which was a disaster this year. In years past the city held the event in Old Town but this year they combined it with Nob Hill area of town's shop and stroll. There were about 40,000 folks in an area that can only accommodate maybe 25,000. Shelley drove around trying to find a parking place for 45 minutes and the closest would have been almost 2 miles away. What?????? Ry would have been off the wall and GK would have been whining and being 12, so smart Mommy took them out to the 66 Diner a really fun 50's inspired real diner and they had milk shakes and the night was called happy.
Hope you are all well and happy. Cuz after all, what else is there really?
Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda