|Sorry, I know it's Saturday, but if you read the whole post you'll understand why I couldn't post earlier.|
We did a book walk to preview our story and talked about vocabulary words, and I did some major "think alouds" about homographs. We did a quick 5 Q pre-quiz on prefixes and if students made a 100, they didn't have to take the Friday quiz on prefixes. But our main focus was Bullying. I was inspired by Tonya's Treat's for Teachers Video to make one for our classroom too.
Wednesday, we did a guided-practice utilizing our Test-Taking Strategies on a Cause-Effect Passage from Treasures that gave practice pin-pointing signal words. Then, we reviewed Messaging Mania and used my cell phone cause-effect graphic organizer when we read our story.
I would give ANYTHING in the world to re-do Thursday. Thursday was a BUST,
I woke up looking forward to the day. One of my new teaching friends asked me to help her prep for her upcoming eval, so I agreed to as long as we could eat Mexican Food (my favorite). I began by doing a prefix activity I found on Pintrest.
They had to choose 1 of our spelling words and create their own balloon bouquet. I modeled it and gave a finished product. The first one had just the prefix and it's meaning (ie: UN NOT), the next one had their spelling word and it's meaning (ie: unwrap and not wrapped), the final one had a sentence using their spelling word with the word underlined (ie: The girl unwrapped her gift on Christmas morning.). They bombed the sentence section - HUH? So, it's a re-teach piece next week. We did a demonstrate your strategies on a cause-effect passage from Measuring Up. AGAIN, THEY BOMBED IT!!!
So, I figured Mexican food would make me forget all about my day. Yup, it did. I got home around 8:30, gave my girl a bath, put her into bed and began working on my bullying video.
***THIS IS WHERE
EVERYTHING GOES WRONG***
My daughter comes out of the bedroom and I say, "You're supposed to be asleep." I get up to take her back to bed and notice her hair looks weird.
I ask, "What did you do to your hair?" She says, "Mommy, I got a haircut."
Yes, my daughter found scissors I didn't even know I had and chopped her beautiful golden hair off!
At this point, things go blurry.
I turned on the light and there are chunks of hair everywhere! Not little chunks, LONG BLONDE CHUNKS. My child looks horrific! I go into a terrifying rage. The whole household is in complete chaos and everyone is yelling and crying. Yes, I went C-R-A-Z-Y.
Friday, my husband made me take Friday off so we could go together and get my girl a haircut (truthfully, I was heartbroken, I couldn't have gone to work). In my head I knew it was going to be SHORT, really SHORT. In my heart I couldn't imagine my baby without her pig-tails swinging as she walked. The beautician asked if I wanted to keep her hair or donate it (yes, it was over 10 inches). I said, donate and as she cut the long blonde pony tail, tears quietly streamed down my face.
Don't get me wrong, I know I'm lucky to have a healthy, beautiful and smart daughter. I do, but I was in shock. Later that afternoon, my sweet girl turns to me with a huge smile and says, "Mommy, do you like my haircut?"
And I say, "I love it, you look beautiful."This Little Piggy made it through.