Little Miss Messy...2/23/2010

Yesterday I went to Bailia's SEP meeting at school. Everything went great, she is above grade level in almost every subject. Mrs. Tsosie said that if she wasn't above grade level in a subject, it was because she wanted to rush through the test and wouldn't read through the question well enough. She said that in all of her years of teaching she has never had a child like Bailia. She believes that Bailia is "gifted" and can't wait to see if she is right after they test her next month!
Bailia truly is one of a kind!
Then Mrs. Tsosie asked Bailia to get her word study notebook, so that she could show off her work. Bailia got up, and then didn't know what to do.
Do you not know where you put it, is it in your desk, I asked her?
Bailia's face went red as she asked Mrs. Tsosie which word study book she wanted her to get.
Oh no, I thought, this can't be good!
I want her to see the old one, Mrs. Tsosie said, with a smile on her face, and a giggle in her voice.
Bailia walks over to Mrs. Tsosie's desk and picks up a pile of mutilated papers, and plops it down in front of me.
What is this I ask?
It turns out that USED to be her word study notebook! The cover just fell off today, so I had to get a new notebook, she said as casually as she could.
The cover fell off? It looks like someone attacked the poor notebook, I squealed!
Mrs. Tsosie, laughing through all of this said, I didn't know if I should keep it for my own scrapbook, or if I should give it to you!
Bailia shouts out NO don't give it to her, she will put it on the blog! Mom PLEASE don't put it on the blog!
I am sorry, but this is something that we need to remember. One day we will look back through this scrapbook and laugh.
You might show your husband and laugh at how you used to be. You may show your children and say, even though you are just like I used to be, you will turn out just fine! You may even show your fellow brain surgeon colleagues, and laugh at the fact that someone SO intelligent can be such a slob!
Whatever you do with the pictures is up to you. I know that I will cherish them forever, knowing that you are so much like your momma it is scary. Being so alike makes us butt heads like no other! I drive you crazy, and you drive me crazy. I love you more than you know, and I know (hope) this is just a phase! Your dad always says that if you turn out anything like your mom you will be fine. I am glad I still have him fooled! Hopefully he never looses his rose color glasses...