A Graduation (of sorts) and the Joys of a Teenager, me a Grandma???

A Graduations (sort of)

Tonya has now graduated from Resource. With Vision Therapy this year, she has improved enough to return to her class room full time. YEAH!!! I am so excited. A lot of times children are put into resource, labeled as learning disabled and never really improve. Some children have to stay in resource long term just to stay at the same learning level. I do have a daughter who has a learning disability. She started preschool when she was 3 years old. She has had Speech Therapy ever since. But one of the biggest reasons I haven't taken her out of Central Elementary, is because she is comfortable with her learning regiment. She has improved over the last couple of years and when we added Vision Therapy to this regiment, she has leaped and bounded over her goals. I am so excited for her. Way to go Tonya!!

There was an awesome article in the Daily Herald recently, about Vision therapy if you would like to read it. Go here

The Joys of Teenagers

Now I know that we could all complain about Teenagers until we are blue in the face (something Chabrise will tell you I do a lot of lately) but I want to tell you a funny story involving her. Although she tells me that I have nothing nice to say about her... but from the mouths of babes...

Day before my stepmom's 50th Birthday party.

I told the kids that there would be a birthday party for Grandma Trish the next day at Sizzler (which we ended up missing because of the flu). Chabrise asked how old she was going to be... I told her 50. "Wow Mom, that isn't much older than you!" What the heck... I am just barely 33. So I don't know if that was suppose to be a compliment to my stepmom or if that was her way of telling me I am too old.

Then....
Chabrise is talking about her Teen Living class. Apparently they are given flour sack babies sometime in December. And she didn't know if she would get one or two (I did wish twins on her). Then she was talking about having to find a GodParent for her baby. Because you could only leave them with a responsible party (not just any kids). So I thought I would volunteer to be the poor flour baby's GodParent and Chabrise told me that I was the Grandma, not the GodParent. What the heck... I am just barely 33. I shouldn't be having this conversation yet. I am not old enough to be a grandma. Aren't their guidelines for this kind of thing??? I quickly grounded her until she no longer looked at boys (not really, but I wanted to). I don't know if I could do that. I know someone younger than me, that had kids a lot earlier than me (I was almost 19) and recently had a scare just like that. I don't think I would make a good Grandma yet. But I guess I will have to see if I can spoil the flour baby rotten enough to keep her up at night (I am seriously contemplating a implantation of some sort... to sound like a crying baby all night). Between that and watching a c-section (unknown to me at the time), I hope that is good enough birth control for awhile.

PS. Chabrise is a good kid. Don't think I mean more than just venting. I really just don't want to be a Grandma yet. I am still too young for that.