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OK, I'm starting this blog as a journal for myself and my 3 girls. It's quite a task having 3 daughters in the same household. I can't wait until they're all teenagers. However, I think raising 3 girls is nothing compared to starting a blog for the first time. Yikes! I think setting up anything online for the first time is there just to make you feel idiotic. There's the "how to find a cute background." Then there's the making sure you click on the correct "Add a Gadget." How do you change the font, the color, add a picture, etc. Once you do that, you can actually type a posting. That's pretty easy, luckily. Finally, how DO you send this link out. Still have to do that one.
I do hope this blog doesn't end up just being rants. Rants are very easy. However, I do want to make sure I share the fun stuff that goes on in a busy famiy of 5. To start with, I must relate Sabrina's "story." Weeks ago I mentioned to a friend how Sabrina struggles in school. Where my two oldest started reading before they started Kindergarten, Sabrina waited to really start going until 1st grade. It can take an hour for her to read a 1st grade level picture book. She gets distracted quite frequently. This friend of mine has her PhD in Education and said it's probably because Sabrina's brilliant. She told me forget the reading, get Sabrina to write. So, as I began bugging Sabrina to write me a story or a letter, our parent organization at school sent home a flyer for a writing contest. A great excuse to find out what is in this little girl's head. I talked her into writing a book for me. She worked on it. She wouldn't let me see it. I had no idea what she was doing until she was done. Then she showed me her story - the one she copied from a book we have. Back to square one. I told her it had to be from inside her own head. It took a week, but she finally wrote something, in crayon no less, from her own head. Today she stayed home from school with pink eye. We had the perfect opportunity to type her story out. She insisted on doing it herself. I set her up on the computer and told her to type. We'd fix spelling and grammar later - just type. First obstacle - those squiggly lines. Talk about perplexion. After a while of convincing her to ignore the squiggly lines, I went upstairs to shower. I'd just got a perfect lather all over my hair when the wailing began. Not just a little whimper or even a solid cry, but a wailing. I jumped out of the shower and yelled down to find out if she was hurt. Of course not. After I got back into the shower and she came up to talk to me, I found out she "broke the page" she was writing on the computer. She accidentally pressed the enter key about 50 too many times. What a reason to wail. Once I was decent, we sat down together and I helped her type out her story. About 50 words long. About an hour to type. "Press the shift button BEFORE you press your letter." "Be careful to only press the enter button ONCE." However, very cute. It's what came out of her own head. I help with all the commas and quotation marks and captalization. Her story reminds me of those paper little booklets she bring home from school to read. See below for her own story: