Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
he's got lots of names, but did you ever wonder how he came to be? nicholas of myra was a real person. he was raised as a believer in Christ near the mediterranean sea in the 4th century. he was orphaned and left his parents' fortune. he grew up to become a priest and eventually the bishop of modern day turkey. he was a "man of the cloth" by day and an anonymous gift giver by night. nicholas helped poor children and dropped dowries down chimney's of penniless maidens which often landed in their shoes or "stockings" drying by the fire.
during the ninth century - five hundred years after the events that gave birth to the legend of Nicholas of Myra - Saint Methodius of Constantinople (modern-day Istanbul) writes a life story of Nicholas, based on the many tales that had been passed down for centuries throughout Christendom. Nicholas' popularity grows immensely during this time and is soon canonized an official saint by The Christian Church.
as western europeans begin to immigrate to america, dutch settlers breath new life into the age-old legend, bringing their tales of Sinterklaas (Dutch for Saint Nicholas) to the New World. In the settlement of New Amsterdam, the Dutch lore attains such influence that even after the English gain control of the settlement, renaming it New York, Saint Nicholas continues to be referred to by many New Yorkers as Sinterklaas and the eventual English pronunciation, Santa Claus.
as the years went on writers, poets, and store owners began to evolve sinterklaas into less of an "old world" character and gave him more "new world" whimsy, making him jolly, fat, and once the night before christmas was written he became known to reside at the north pole with his wife and elves.
that may have seemed long, but i actually left a lot out. the point is we want to celebrate the undercover generosity that st. nicholas practiced so long ago. his feast day is december 6th so on that day we travel to the homes of family and friends and as stealthily as possible we leave gifts and favors on the doorsteps of friends and family. we return home for an evening of exchanging presents, opening small gifts in our wooden shoes, and of course, eating lots of treats.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
no-this post is not a political one. i don't know how to "fix" the public school system (well, actually i think i do, but that's not a topic for today:) but i do know that there are many unsung heros that walk the halls each day. the tall ones. the teachers. one of them is my bff heather. she teaches 2nd grade at cape horn-skye elementary in washougal, washington. she's still keeping her blog on "private" so you all can't pop over there unless she INVITES you, but this post made my heart happy and i asked her if i could copy and paste it here for you. here goes..
Or maybe I should say a look at every day...
"Can I go to the bathroom? I need to go really bad it's an emergency!" (about 876 times)
"She cutted!" (about 78 times)
"When can I _______" (Fill in the blank--about 349 times).
me: "Please come back and show me walking feet" (about 453 times)
me: "I will be happy to take a quiet line in the hallway" (about 190 times)
From a former student : "You know that door over by the fourth and fifth grades where music is now? Well, I was the line leader and we were walking and we discovered a locked door. Wouldn't it be funny if the GPS said BEEEEEP. LOCKED DOOR. MUST DO U-TURN AND MANDATORY RE-ROUTE." (Just once during the walk to the busses)
A, umm, struggling student trying to read something to herself I was pretty sure was WAY to hard for her:
Me, attempting to confirm my suspicions: "Sooo, can you tell me about that story?" Her: "Frog was texting" (while putting thumbs up in a texting motion). Not. So. Much.
me: "Nice job!" "Very good!" "Fabulous!" (those usually turn out to be my words of choice) (about 1346 times)
"Ummmm, Teacher?????" (about 452 times)
"Ummmm, Mrs. Robertson????" (about 1452 times)
me: "Eyes on the page" (about 398 times)
P.S. I have a really large Costco sized bag of M&M's in my filing cabinet drawer and I don't share. Have also discovered how oddly therapeutic it is to sharpen pencils in the electric sharpener.
One of the many hats I wear as a teacher is an interpreter of second grade hieroglyphics. I learned and perfected most of my advanced skills when I taught Kindy and First grade. Now at second grade, the kids usually do quite a good job of spelling those words they don't know phonetically, making them easy to figure out. I collected just a few of my favorites over the past few weeks. Enjoy!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
2 tbsp brown sugar
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1 and 1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup cooked pumpkin (or canned)
1 large egg
2 tbsp vegetable oil
in large bowl, combine dry ingredients. In small bowl, combine milk, pumpkin, egg and oil. Stir liquid mixture into flour mixture until dry ingredients are moistened. Batter will be thick. For each pancake, pour 1/4 cup batter onto hot griddle; using a spatula, spread the batter into a 4 inch circle before mixture sets. Cook until surface appears dry. Turn; cook another 2-3 minutes. Serve with syrup.