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April 2012

Trouble

Silas has attended VPK since January, and just as I feared, he often gets in trouble at school.
 
"Silas has been saying 'poopy head' in class today," his teacher told me one morning when I picked him up. "I gave him a warning about saying things like that in class but he kept saying it."
 
This is not the first time we have had issues at preschool (seehttp://www.margiesims.com/blog/2011/03/29/Silas-Day.aspx).  I assured her I would speak to him. And as soon as we pulled away, I did.

Still Learning

Silas started preschool in January.  And while I have taken advantage of part time preschool on and off over the years, I have always felt that, if at all possible, my kids are better off at home with me until kindergarten.
 
Florida has a program called Voluntary Pre Kindergarten or VPK for short.  It's part of the public school system, so it's tax funded.  It's three hours a day M-F.  But because it is every day, I didn't even consider it at first.

Easter Again

My 2012 Easter blog, tweaked slightly, because nothing has changed since last year.  I still don't do Easter baskets (maybe when the grand kids come), and He is still risen indeed. 

Despite the cold, rainy day, Easter is upon us. 

"Did your kids get up early?" my neighbor asked me at church this morning.  "I know it is shocking," I said, a little sheepish, "but I haven't done Easter baskets in about ten years." I began to explain how it was just too much with so many kids, and she nodded in agreement.
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