The Science of Candy

Mr. Busypants brought home a lab report he wrote on a solids to liquids experiment.

Beginning date: 4-8-10
My solid: candy
My liquid: water

My hypothesis is "the water will change color."

My conclusion: "The water is pink. And the candy is all gone."

Ending date: 4-12-10

Brilliant reasoning from my little Mad Scientist.

I had Jorie performed this experiment; here is her lab report:

Beginning date: 4-15-10
My solid: candy
My liquid: water

My hypothesis is "I am going to eat the candy before I can put it in the water to change the color."

My conclusion: I ate the candy. The color of the water did not change.

Ending date: 4-15-10, 2 second later

Easter According to Mr. Busypants

Please welcome guest blogger, Alex, aka. Mr. Busypants, as he recalls yesterday's Easter festivities.

Easter,

I have Easter eggs. Easter eggs have color Easter eggs. And I don't no how many easter eggs are.

And is Mommy's birthday. And mommy have balloon's. And mommy have color balloon's I said, And Jorie have easter basket easter eggs in it. And I do to. And I don,t have a easter basket

I said, I think the easter basket is at the store I said, I got a

Well said, Mr. Busypants.

Well said I said.

Thee You on the Thee Thaw, Thindy

Anyone who knows me knows I'm an avid Brady Bunch fan. And I can totally relate to the struggles of Cindy "Thindy" Brady. I too had a bit of a lisp, struggling to pronounce my "S's" correctly. I had speech therapy in third and fourth grade, although, to be fair, I faked in in the fourth grade, recognizing the benefits of a 20 minute break 2x per week outside the classroom and including stickers and small, motivating prizes.

Speech therapy is not a new concept to me either. My brother George had ST and my brother Nick went to an early intervention preschool. In fact, Mr. Busypants started therapy at the ripe young age of 21 months. You name it--he had it. ST, OT, DT, DT/ST play groups, ST parenting groups. From 21 months to 3 years, we had quite the full schedule.

Now Jorie is approaching 3 and although she appears to be more than normal in her milestones (although her wardrobe choices, not so normal), she stutters.

This is not a big deal to me. It is what it is. But if I can do something to help her correct this problem early on, then I'm going to face it head on like I did with an admittedly scarier diagnosis of autism.

I called the school to schedule preschool screening and I'll read up on stuttering. For now, all I can do is be patient and listen as she struggles to get her points across. Believe me, she has many points to convey!

I Love Mommy, I Love Numbers

I know this is late, but here's my Valentine's Day Card. It looks like I rank above the numbers, so that's a relief since we know how much he loves his numbers.

Jorie is a Beast

Now before you judge me, let me explain that Jorie has been obsessed with Disney's Beauty and the Beast for a couple of months. What's worse, my husband Scott put the Beauty and the Beast sound track in MY car (although that has recently backfired on him as my car is now his car).

One can only be expected to sanely listen to a kid movie and soundtrack so many thousand times before they go insane. That's where re-wording songs come in handy.

Soon, the lyrics,
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast become


Fingers full of grime
Whining all the time
Jorie is a Beast