Mar 31, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Still Thinking

I finished reading Cary Fagan’s Hans Christian Andersen Lives Next Door aloud to my 10-year-old on Saturday (I started reading it to her while she was doing her sock chore, and she didn’t want to stop), and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it. If I thought Fagan was going for realistic fiction, I’d be irritated, but I can’t quite believe he is; the idea of real people and fairy tales and how they might come together feels a little meta. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that?) Still, Andie’s fantasy feels a little off for the 21st century. (On the other hand, her poems are a hoot, so there’s that.) This story of a girl who feels her new neighbor might be the famous Hans Christian Andersen has a splash of Roald Dahl, a splash of Daniel Pinkwater, and a splash of someone else that my memory isn’t producing for me at the moment. The illustrations aren’t so much my style, but they’re fun, and the messages on friendship and people and their motivations are absolutely real. If you’re a fan of subversively fresh takes on fairy tales, give this short, quirky novel a try.

Just be ready to suspend healthy amounts of disbelief.

In other news, my oldest is over her flu but my youngest has a bad case of the coughs, so she’s home today. We did have fun playing games last night, however, and it was honestly a nice weekend all around. Cross your fingers that my girlie won’t be coughing up a lung during her debate tournament tomorrow!

Mar 28, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Books and Germs

My poor 18-year-old seems to have caught the terrible, awful, no good, very bad stomach flu that the other kids and I suffered through in December; add to that my littles doing all the coughing (is it allergies and colds combined? because you never can tell this time of year) and my youngest, especially, with the froggy voice and stuffy nose, and I ended up canceling piano lessons today. (Our teacher is over 80, so I’m a lot more careful than I was when it was another mom with school-aged kids.) Having kids home more than usual, however, means that multiple books were finished by multiple kids, which means that multiple books then got to go back to the library. Huzzah! Not that I’ve done so much finishing of books, mind you, but I’ve been reading aloud with kids, so there’s that. And if I follow through on my plans for tonight, it’s possible I’ll have turned off my light and phone before midnight every night this week. Wish me luck!!!!!

Mar 26, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Quite the Weekend

So. I didn’t manage a post on Friday because (among other things) I was dealing with a massive ten-year-old tantrum about piano practicing AND we packed up and spent the night in Clearfield to get a jump on the drive to our niece’s wedding in Logan Saturday morning. It was lovely, the wedding luncheon was nice, we hit the Lazy Ones outlet on the way home, and then–after the reception–we ended up going to watch the BYU game with family. And seriously, folks–what a game! I’m not going to offer up any analysis of it, since my knowledge of basketball barely extends beyond the basics, but it got awfully close at the end. (We were watching it delayed on my sister- and brother-in-law’s TV, but I couldn’t handle the uncertainty, so you can bet I was checking the latest scores on my phone all through the second half. On the down-low, of course.)

Anyway. Staying in Davis County to watch the game meant a late night and a later start to our morning on Sunday; we were JUST getting ready to set up for Family Scripture Time when my aunt called to tell me that my mother (did I mention my parents were in town?) had fainted in her sacrament meeting and was heading to the hospital with a concerningly low heartrate. I left my family to do scripture time without me and headed up to the hospital, where I stayed until my mom was discharged. (She’s healthy, but they want her to do a heart monitor when she gets back to Idaho.) Add that to the chaos my house had become during such a busy weekend, and a LONG doctor’s appointment for my oldest on Monday, and you have a general picture of why I haven’t managed a post before now. (Yesterday involved the library and a whole heckuva lot of laundry.) Here I am, however, and while I’m not going to manage much of the organizing I was thinking I’d do today, I managed some unplanned organizing instead. We’ll see how I do posting this Friday…

Mar 19, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

It Lived Up to the Hype

Kelly Yang’s Front Desk has been on my radar for ages and my shelf ever since my second girlie picked it as her free book for–something. (It’s been long enough that I don’t remember exactly what.) When I finally started listening to it three weeks or so ago, however, I was honestly worried at first. Was this going to be the sort of immigrant story that I needed a healthy dose of emotional resilience to read? (My supply of that, you understand, depends a great deal on how each of my kiddos–and my husband–is doing and how much sleep I’ve gotten recently.) I quickly realized, however, that Yang is a genius at blending the undeniably hard with both the humorous and the heartwarming. She and her parents are living incredibly difficult lives as immigrants–were doing so long before the events at the start of the story–and yet, over the course of the book, they manage to find both their people and a way forward, however unexpected it may be. Mia’s growing confidence is lovely to see, and I loved finding out from the author’s note that one of the aspects of the story I thought the least realistic was (like many of the events of the book) based on Yang’s real life experience. In following Mia and her family as they become hotel managers and deal with crises both large and small, Front Desk is a poignant picture of the ups and downs of the American dream–and how modest that dream often is for the first generation of immigrants. If you haven’t already, go read this one!

In the meantime, it snowed yesterday and I have a pot of apples cooking down on the stove. (Not the last of the apples, but I’m down to half a box!) After I switch my laundry, I’m thinking a cup of hot chocolate might be in order…

Mar 17, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Dry Throat, Happy Child

On Saturday night my youngest and I found ourselves alone after dinner; my hubby drove my 15-year-old to the temple (and then took her and a friend to a region dance), my oldest was working, and my son was playing neighborhood football with friends. Since we had less than 50 pages left of the book we’ve been reading together, it seemed like the perfect time to finish it out, and so we snuggled up on the love seat and got to it. And it was fun–the ending offered plenty of excitement–but yowsers. By the time we hit the last 5-10 pages, I was desperate for ALL the water.

Gordon Korman’s The Superteacher Project was on our elementary school’s ‘Battle of the Books’ list this year, which is why my girlie picked it in the first place. I’ve read at least eight of Korman’s books by now, and while they’ve all been some level of entertaining, some have worked better than others; I was pleased to find that Superteacher is definitely one of his finer efforts. Korman’s plots and writing style are intentionally a bit farfetched and over the top, and that works exceptionally well for a book about a government project involving an experimental robot teacher in a middle school. (The principal and teachers know he’s a robot, but they can’t tell the students or their parents.) The school joker (he uses the term ‘rule wrecker’) dislikes him at first–how does Mr. Aidact keep figuring out that he’s behind this and that mischief?–but eventually grows intrigued. The PTA president’s determinedly ambitious daughter finds him to be an amazing coach, especially since she only joined the field hockey team to pad her resume (college applications?). And the king of detention sees his regular after school experience transformed unrecognizably. What happens, however, when the kids find out that Mr. Aidact’s a robot?

I shan’t give any more of the plot away, since it’s completely worth experiencing on your own, but I promise you it’s worth the ride. As improbable as the concept of Superteacher is, it’s improbable in a highly successful way; it should appeal to avid, regular, and reluctant readers alike. Give this one a shot when you get a chance!

Mar 14, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Six Was at Seven

One of my nieces is currently playing Katherine of Aragon in Six: Teen Edition at ‘Broadway on the Side’ in Ogden, so last night my 15-year-old and I trekked up to see her. (My hubby was going to come, too, but he had a rough week, what with the MRI and a power outage rendering him CPAP-less for part of a night.) I knew one song beforehand–my hubby likes “Heart of Stone”–and didn’t actually realize that the six queens are the only roles; on the other hand, being an English major and a Shakespeare fan did give me a fair amount of background, so there’s that.

It was a fabulous time.

The girls were talented and hilarious, the premise entertaining, and I’ve never shied away from a certain morbidity of humor. It was a full-length adaptation made cleaner for its teen performers, so I don’t know how differently I’d feel about the un-adapted version, but still. Thumbs up from me!

Mar 12, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Clean!

As in, my husband’s MRI came back clean–no evidence of recurrent or residual tumor.

We are so grateful.

Now he just has to survive next week’s checkup with the surgeon’s office–which should be comparative cake after the MRI and the colonoscopy–and he’s good for another 6 months. (I’m hoping he doesn’t have to have another MRI every 6 months, but I guess we’ll find that out next week.) And so far, the week AFTER next involves no doctors for any of us!

Some months are rougher than others, right?

Mar 10, 2025 - Uncategorized    No Comments

What a Month…

Technically, I’m referring to a month-long period, rather than the actual month of March, because the madness started the last week of February. That was MY colonoscopy, last week was my hubby’s colonoscopy, tomorrow he’s having an MRI, and next week is his 6 month post-surgery follow up. Add to that a bunch of random events–Art Olympics, an upcoming wedding, a play, Prom–and I’m just ready to have a week with nothing big on the calendar.

(Oh, and the time change. If I ever catch the person who scheduled Prom the weekend of the spring time change, there might be violence. Who does that?)

In the meantime, I keep missing posts, and I told myself I wouldn’t miss today, so even though this hasn’t exactly been fascinating, well–at least it’s something, right?

Mar 4, 2025 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on A Method to My Madness

A Method to My Madness

With the appropriate nod to Hamlet, of course! Anyway. I spent yesterday diligently working around my house and on my Finch goals, and when it was evening and I hadn’t posted yet, I deliberately opted to finish a book rather than post after my youngest was in bed. And so I finally pulled out Super Boba Cafe (Book 1), which I read the beginning of many moons ago, and made relatively short work of the rest of it.

The verdict? The mystery, I grant you, is a little odd, but Aria’s reasons for visiting her Nainai make for a book that matters. Nidhi Chanani has successfully hidden lessons on digital safety and awareness inside of a graphic novel featuring kittens, a monster, and (weirdly) prairie dogs. Add to that an obvious (and mysterious!) secret and a whole lot of boba, and kids will get some worthwhile lessons without even realizing it. Try this on any of your upper elementary or middle school kids just for that.

In the meantime, I’m going to look up when the second one comes out, Chanani having aroused even my interest. (Although–prairie dogs?) Have a good day all!

Feb 28, 2025 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Phoning It In

Phoning It In

I’m not even going to fill GUILTY for phoning it in, because I slept about two hours on Tuesday night and then had to get up at 5:30 on Thursday morning. I survived the colonoscopy, half the children are in bed, and I’d better get there sooner rather than later myself, because we clean the church tomorrow. Peace out…

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