Skip to main content

Muster of Creativity

My least favorite aspect of each school year is the creativity needed to complete required projects. Grades depend on them, People. And that is not my department. Little Chic was gypped in this very desirable feature in a mother, but fortunately she got doled an amount appropriate to fulfill us both.

The first picture is her atomic model of the element sodium. We shopped for supplies together, she selected and I paid. Then she assembled with me only monitoring the burn factor of the hot glue gun.

The second picture is one to which I can claim a measly portion of bragging rights. PTA mom friends took me under their wings and we made these strawberry treats for the class Halloween party together. I can take credit for the look of shock on each and every fruity face.

Comments

Mimi Lenox said…
Love the coffee cup at the top of your blog. I have them on mine too. Here's my announcement......

A special day is coming up on my blog and in the blogosphere. Bloggers are set to blog for peace November 7, 2007.

I invite you to join me - and a cast of incredible bloggers - as we mark our world with a promise of peace. Bloggers from around the world including 30 countries (and counting)and nearly every state in the United States will participate in BlogBlast for Peace.I hope you will participate in this growing phenomenon.
Your blog. One post. One day.
How To Get Your Peace Globe
Thank you,
Mimi Lenox
Unknown said…
Your Little Chic is quite the awesome budding artist!
jenny said…
My former science teacher self is duly impressed with Little Chic!!

You are "super mom" of the day...I love how the treat is cute but also looks really delicious (why do some of the cutest edible art snacks never taste good to me?...it's like cookies + fruit snacks + yogurt raisins....way too much sweet going on....or it's all nutritious with veggies and fruits that no matter how cute, still aren't going to be as tantalizing as they look to kids...maybe it's just me).
Darlene Schacht said…
The strawberries are adorable! They make me laugh looking at all of those expressions. Too cute.
Anonymous said…
Those strawberries were yummy too! Damon's class devoured them, then the 6th graders weren't as impressed with the fruit! OH WELL, more for us room moms!

~Sue
Patriot said…
Thanks for coming by and entering the giveaway! (haha - I honestly don't know what blogline means, but thanks!)

I host a new giveaway each week! Thanks for spreading the word!
Unknown said…
Oh she is brilliant! You are so creative. Those little stawberries look so interesting, they remind me of Norweigian painter Edvard Munch's painting "Scream"! They are adorable!
tim said…
A most brilliant part of this accomplishment is that Lil Chic did it... we have a creative one in our own family who demands to do her projects herself. She is very creative but only 11, so her projects look something like what an eleven year old would do. She, however, is competing with "involved" parents and many times has had to take a back seat, when she had produced a wonderful, creative, but an 11 year old's, project. I guess I'm a horrible parent for not creating the masterpieces that will insure my daughter a top-notch grade, but we enjoy alot of satisfaction knowing that its her work with as little help as possible.

Way to go Lil' Chic.
laurie said…
The Strawberries looked cute. I opted to bring the Orange Drink this year. My little tots like to do their own projects too with no help from mom or dad. Austin won last year with a science project where they had to design and build a bridge using the tools provided and then the test was putting weight on the bridge until it gave. Austin's never gave and they had 80 pounds on it! He broke the school record. Matt had tried to help but Austin didn't want him to.
Anonymous said…
What a fun idea for strawberries! I love it!

Popular posts from this blog

Too Close For Comfort

Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.

Stickin' It Out

I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha

Mixed Feelings

It's been a long time in coming, but as of this morning, I'm no longer a medical transcriptionist. I'm not sure how I feel about that...a little bit relieved, a little bit sad, a lot bit uncertain about whether I'll regret this decision. For the last year or so, I've found that the transcription work isn't fulfilling the need I once had to stay at home with my babies and have an income. I've increasingly felt that I need more interaction and less monotony. I've also felt the pressure of work that constantly needs to be done, with no sense of ever being really "finished." No matter how much work you've done for the day, there's always another note waiting to be transcribed. That goes for sick days, holidays, vacations days or any kind of days. This year, I've dabbled in substituting as a school monitor and office staff, and kind of found my niche in the last few weeks. I'll be working a couple of hours a day in one of the