The system is failing, and this is why.

My bright, smart, sweet little boy turns 4 in a few months.  ::cue Mommy fainting::   This means he will be old enough to start pre-kindergarten next year. 

As any prepared parent would do, I called my local Independent School District to see what steps I needed to take in order to get Kade enrolled in a pre-k program.  After many back and forth phone calls and an email to the superintendent I was informed that my child is not eligible to enroll in pre-k.  Now, as a tax paying citizen of The City of Bryan, I was baffled as to how my child could not utilize the school my taxes help to fund.  I was informed that the pre-kindergarten program is not funded by local taxes, but rather Federal and State funding, and Kade could only attend the program if he:

1. is unable to speak and comprehend the English language; or
2. is educationally disadvantaged; or
3. is homeless, as defined by 42 U.S.C. Section 1143a, regardless of the residence of the child, of either parent of the child, or of the child’s guardian or other person having lawful control of the child; or
4. is the child of an active duty member of the armed forces of the United States, including the state military forces or a reserve component of the armed forces, who is ordered to active duty by proper authority; or
5. is the child of a member of the armed forces of the United States, including the state military forces or a reserve component of the armed forces, who was injured or killed while serving on active duty; or
6. is or ever has been in the conservatorship of the Department of Family and Protective Services following an adversary hearing held as provided by Section 262.201, Family Code. TEC §29.153(b) SAAH, Section 7, 7.2 

Oh, and if you’re curious what “educationally disadvantaged” means, here is the definition of that:

The term, “educationally disadvantaged,” means eligible to participate in the national free or reduced-price lunch program established under 42 U.S.C. Section 1751 et seq.  TEC §5.001(4)

(all data found here)

This made me keep digging.  It turns out the State of Texas spends around $760 million dollars per year funding this program that is only available to certain children ages 3 – 4.  And this offended me.

First off, let’s get one thing straight: in no way am I saying that families in need should not receive help in providing the best possible start for their children.  What I am saying though, is that all children should receive a fair chance regardless of their economic standing, and that is not the case in The Great State of Texas.  Being a very proud Texan, this disappointed me greatly in the state I think so highly of.

Currently Kade is in a very good daycare program, one I’ve been told repeatedly is one of the best, if not the best, program available in the Bryan/College Station area.  It is no coincidence that he happens to be in this program, Nick and I researched the programs and were excited to find an available spot there.  We, as all parents, want the best for our children, and we will find a way to give it to them regardless of what it takes.

At the age of 3 Kade knows his ABCs, can count to 20, can count to 10 in Spanish, knows all of his colors, and he can tell you those colors in English, Spanish, and sign language.  And that’s just to name a small portion of what he’s learned.  I want to continue his learning.  He’s 3, he’s a sponge, and he needs to soak up everything he can to help make his transition into school for the next 15 years of his life a smooth successful one. 

But also let me state that I am not being “denied” pre-kindergarten.  I can absolutely enroll Kade into pre-kindergarten…at a private school. 

The options?  Well, Kade can stay in daycare while he is 4, which I do not see is fair to him in the least bit, or I can sell a kidney and pay to put him in private school.

The system is failing, and that is why.

It’s an addiction.

Pinterest, that is.  I’m trying to either make something from Pinterest once a week, or make something to post ON Pinterest, and so far into week 3 so good, I’m quite impressed with my crafting thus far.  Of course, I will have the weekend where all I want to do is sit in the recliner and play Fable 2 and not do a dang thing, but like I said, so far so good.

This weekend was a double whammy on the project front, but my favorite one was this:

That is a smancy jewelry holder now hanging in my bathroom, and I love it.  Here’s how I made it:

Supplies you need
Frame
Metal screen (I used tin snips to cut it, but I’m guessing just regular scissors would have worked too)
Staple Gun
Hooks to hang necklaces with
Hammer, nail, etc. (something to use to hang the frame on the wall)

First, buy a frame that you love, then throw away the back and the glass.  In this case, this was in the framing section at Hobby Lobby (50% off!) and didn’t have any of that with it.  I bought the screen at Lowe’s, it’s actual screen door stuff, they have metal or fiberglass, get the metal stuff.  Now, I have like a thousand feet of it leftover because that was the smallest roll I could find (it was less than $8), maybe you have a local hardware store that sells it as much or as little as you need it and you can get less of it?  Also, the size of this frame is 11″ x 14″, and I filled it up pretty quick, and I don’t feel like I have that much jewelry.  So, keep that in mind when you purchase one, and gauge how big of a frame you would need thinking how much jewelry you have.  If you are only hanging earrings though, you don’t need near as much space.

As you know, on every frame there is kind of a lip where the picture sits in the frame.  You are going to want to cut the mesh screen to fit inside that and staple it to that lip, not to the actual back of the frame.  Doing this allows space between the wall and the stuff you have hanging on the screen, making it lay flat against the wall and easier to get your earrings on and off of it.

And that’s really all there is to it when it comes to “constructing” this, if you can even call it constructing, it’s more so cutting and stapling.  Then, you get to untangle all of your jewelry and hang it onto your new fabulous jewelry organizer.  Here is what I got to untangle (that little round basket has been my “jewelry box” for years now, as you can see, didn’t work out so well:

To hang the necklaces and earrings that didn’t have studs or hooks that worked on the mesh I used these little bad boys, the zig zag design on them keeps them from falling out of the mesh once you wiggle them in, found them in the hardware section at Lowe’s for $0.58 cents a 4 pack:

And that’s it folks, you’re done and get to go into your bathroom and oooh and ahhh over it every time you see it, or at least that’s what I’ve been doing anyway.

Since hindsight is 20/20, here are things I’d have done differently or suggestions to make this easier/more super awesome:

  1. I’d have taken those “hair pin clips” and pulled them so they were wider, probably using needle nose pliers to bend them a little, also, could have probably gone up a size on them as well, they are just a little bit small.
  2. I’d have pulled the mesh way tighter, it’s definitely in there, but if it were more taut it would look nicer and be easier to get things in and out of it.
  3. Now, not possible for my situation and where it is hung, but if you want to make this thing way super awesome you could put hinges on one end of it, and hang it that way, so it swings like a door, making it way easy to get your jewelry on and off it, that would be, as I like to say, way super awesome.

There you have it, merry organizing everyone.   :)

Dear whoever is listening,

I recently read a letter from Tina Fey to God asking for very certain things to protect her daughter from.  I feel the need to expand on this and give my rendition of it. 

Today, we will write my letter for my son, Kade Michael…

 

Dear Higher Power,

Protect my son from doorframes, curbs, door knobs, sharp ledges, and his own two feet, for he cannot seem to walk in a straight line or through a doorway without running into something, bumping his head on something, or tripping over nothing.

Protect him from mean children at school, for kids are cruel and awful little ankle biters.  Let him have the knowledge to realize they are stupid and he is amazing, and when he is in med school well on his way to doing marvelous things that will change the world know that those kids who were mean to him will be asking if you would like to supersize your fries.

Please let my nagging, annoying and demanding motherly voice sit in the back of his mind so that he may make precocious decisions in his teenage years with my voice as the one of reason.  If he must do wrong, as most teenagers feel the need to, please let him choose the lesser evil out of whatever his options may be.

Please make his awkward years easy on him and surround him with friends from these years that will be his friends for life.  May his time wearing braces be short, may he get contact lenses young, and please even out his head to body ratio, we don’t want him to be the child that requires the school to order a special size football helmet for his giant head, he’ll never live that down.

Make his choice for college a good one, and make his college years memorable and worthwhile, beer pong included.  And, if (heaven forbid) he doesn’t choose The University of Texas or The University of Missouri, please make his college choice somewhere near a beach or a city that his father and I would enjoy visiting as well.

Let him get his heart broken, let it be stomped on by some tramp that was never good enough for my son to begin with.  This way, when his true love really does show up in his life he sees it and recognizes it, and he knows to hang on to that girl and not let her go.

And finally, please please please let him have a child that he loves even half as much as I love him, for that would make for a child loved to infinity and beyond.  Let him wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers, let him get thrown up on, peed on, pooped on, and put through the ringer.  Without those experiences he will never fully appreciate parenthood.  And while he is dealing with being a new father, grant him the patience to look at the child and feel the overwhelming love a parent feels.

Christmas vacation.

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Just call us the Griswolds, folks.

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Lucky duck.

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Lucky, because three pretty babies are all ours.

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Sick?

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Yes, this happy baby, no matter how un-sick she looks, is a poopy feeling baby, that also happens to be pooping everywhere, looks like another girls day at the Casa de Wilson.

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Early.

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Christmas came early at the Casa de Wilson for Mom, PhotoShop!!  Thanks Santa Hubs. :)

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My girl.

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Someone has been a Momma’s girl today…I’m okay with that.

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Dear Santa.

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Four.

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That little smiley baby is being held by my grandma, her great grandma – generation one.  Lily Alice’s name sake, and she makes generation four.  If that’s not something to give thanks for then I don’t know what is.

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