You Passed 8th Grade Math Congratulations, you got…

You Passed 8th Grade Math

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Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

The sad thing is that it’s only been 12 years since I did eight grade math and there was already a symbol I didn’t know. I have never seen this ^ before and have no idea what it means in a math equation. Needless to say that is the one I got wrong. Oh well.

But it does scare me a little to know that I want to go back to school and don’t know stuff that eighth graders can do. I guess I’ll be okay unless Rapunzel gets stuff that I don’t understand.

Wait a minute she does. It was something to do with verbs, or nouns, or something like that. It may have been an anti-something. Who knows.

I’m sure you’re wondering what all this has to do with eighth grade math. Well here is the answer. We’ve decided to homeschool Rapunzel.

After lots of thought, prayer, and discussion we came to the decision that her current school is not working out. She is missing school due to the fact that we are up and down “The Hill” every weekend. This means that either we don’t leave early enough and she is overly tired, which means she gets sick, Or, we decide to stay an extra day and she misses school.

And just to top it off this is what the kids are like. She is in a “clique” that says she has to wear her hair down and can only wear skirts. Her “boyfriend” S wouldn’t let her play with her friends. So she broke up with him, but he still tries to stop her from playing with her friends. Plus a few weeks ago one of the boys in her class told another boy to tell her that he “was going to have sex with her until she cried.”

All of this from second graders.

Of course this all led to a very interesting discussion with Rapunzel. It went something like this:
Me: Do you know what sex is?
Rapunzel: It’s when you get naked with a boy.
M: True. But do you know what happens when you have sex?
R: No. All I know is it’s when you get naked with a boy.
M: Sex is how babies are made.
R: Oh. Yuck.

This also led to book called “My Mom’s Having A Baby.” Which is a great book though it is VERY descriptive. Down to eggs, sperm, and how the eggs, and sperm get together. But I feel that if your kid is asking questions, or being told thing by other kids and they’re to young for “the talk” this is the book you want.

Baby On The Brain

Well, according to my calculations SAJ should be at 25 weeks tomorrow. I did my calculations based on her blog archive dated August 10, 2005. Why am I writing about this you may ask. Because I have baby on the brain.

Everytime I go out I see things I want to buy for my little niece, or her Mommy. But I am holding off so far. The hardest part is seeing all the different patterns that I can knit and wanting to buy the books. Not that I need all these books for baby afghans, but they are so tempting. I must restrain myself.

I think I’m addicted to knitting. And it’s not a cheap addiction. Yarn is expensive, especially when you want to get it at the yarn store and not wally world. Luckily Shawn doesn’t mind to much. So far in the last three weeks I have knitted three blankets. One for each of my girls, and one for my little baby bug of a niece.

Now I am on the hunt for the perfect sage green yarn to make an afghan for her crib, and yarn for a little hat, too. So far I can’t find a sage green that’s soft enough, I can’t even find a cream one. Part of my problem is that is has to be machine washable. I don’t think that it needs any explanation. And I’m running out of time. Her shower is fast approaching. It will be sometime this month or next.

I’m also on the lookout for books that might make SAJ laugh here is what I found. They’re just so honest they’re funny.

Pregnancy Sucks: What To Do When Your Miracle Makes You Miserable and Pregnancy Sucks for Men: What to Do When Your Miracle Makes You BOTH Miserable. I just had to laugh. The worst and best part is that everyone feels this way but no one will admit it.

But here is the cream of the crop I’ll Never Have Sex with You Again!: Tales from the Delivery Room.

I am going to request these from the library so I can read them. And I’m not even pregnant. I know it’s weird but I wish could be pregnant again.

I liked feeling the baby move and watching my belly grow, and grow, and grow. By the time my due date rolled around my skin looked like it was going to split and my belly was egg shaped. There’s was no way to see my feet, no such thing as a comfortable position to sit, stand, or sleep, and sometimes I could barely breathe. But I’d do it all over again if I could.

Like I said I’ve got baby on the brain.