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Hi. I'm Amanda...a happy wife and mom to three awesome guys. We've lived here in Fort Collins for more than 20 years and are proud to call it home. Before moving to CO, I worked at a city attorney's office, making use of my law and Master's degrees from Duke. After settling in Fort Collins, I homeschooled my three (now teenage and older) sons and was delighted to experience music classes, soccer, karate, swim team, archery, Science Olympiad, First Lego League, parkour, and climbing (not all at the same time!). From 2005-10, I was also a contributing editor for a national scrapbooking magazine, authoring a book and a couple of monthly columns. From 2009-10, I founded and ran the Good Grief Blog. I enjoy learning new things, spending time with my family, volunteering with The Matthews House, traveling and indoor rock climbing.

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Entries from January 1, 2013 - January 31, 2013

Tuesday
Jan152013

Grandparents' visit

Continuing with my catching up...

Nathan's folks flew out for their annual Christmas to New Year's visit. Given the temperatures and our dislike of way crowded places (particularly during cold and flu season, lol), we mostly stuck to home and just played games and hung out. Beyond that, we also were at the archery range a couple times...(click on any of the photos to make them larger)


...and we took some group photos in our neighborhood park...

...and the boys goofed around in the snow...

...and, ultimately, we even resorted to letting boys play on a big pile of snow in a parking lot to work out the cabin fever...

(Yeah, we weren't sure that would work, but the boys were pretty happy about it and were even sad to leave...which we did, just before the public safety patrol guy came around to tell us to get off, lol.)

And that was pretty much that. ;) 

Tuesday
Jan152013

Catching up...

Sorry I went missing...lots of thinking and trying to get back on track and not a heap to report. ;) So. Lest I get even further behind in this brand new year, I'll try to catch up:

Ziggurats. I had a whole post in my head about this. I was worked up, lol. Then, current/world events made it seem insignificant and it got pushed aside. In short, though, Noah had an assignment for his history class at LEAP. It was an end of term sort of larger project thing and was assigned at least a month in advance of being due. (It was due December 12.) Since I've been really working on getting boys to take responsibility for their own due dates and to apportion their time accordingly, I struggled and told myself to only remind him once a week. And that's what I did (including the week during that time that we had "off" from our own schoolwork...a perfect time to work on a project, wouldn't you say?).

So. Of course, the boy waited until the very last minute...asking me on Monday to go out to get the supplies he needed to build a model ziggurat, spending Monday working on that and then telling me Tuesday that he also needed to write a two page paper about ziggurats. It was all due Wednesday. Did I mention that we still had our normal schoolwork planned for those two days and that we had a gathering with friends in there as well? Yeah. I ended up rescheduling and reworking all my own plans (and telling him all about it so he'd realize how much he was inconveniencing us all, lol). There was also much frustration about how to get the darn thing to stay together, upon realizing that hot glue would not work (something he could have figured out sooner obviously). (Packing tape and stick pins, btw, were the answer.) In the end, here's what he went to class with:

He was going to paint it. We found this awesome spray paint that gave it a sandstone look/texture. (We opted for spray paint because certain eldest sons are a bit anal and we knew that painting by brush wouldn't work so well, as brush strokes drive him crazy.) But. He didn't allow for enough time to test that AND have time to adjust. And our test piece showed that the spray paint had something in it that dissolved the adhesive keeping the foam board together...which obviously was not going to work. So. He left it white. 

Oh, and that paper that was supposed to accompany it? Yeah, he didn't finish that before Wednesday. He told me he'd work on it during class and that would be fine. Right. I was secretly a wee bit happy about this, as I envisioned him learning his lesson and realizing the error of his ways. But. The teacher decided to give Noah an extra week to finish the darn paper! The nerve! And then the teacher was out the following week, so I couldn't even go talk to him about making sure to grade Noah off for lateness. Sigh.

(Just so you know, I actually have gone in and spoken to one of his other teachers about this...making sure they're not cutting him any slack and that I'm totally good with them marking him off for being late. Thus far, I find that the teachers at LEAP are more willing to cut my boys slack because we're homeschoolers and because they're pretty nice boys and know how to look all sweet and like it wasn't their fault...and probably some because I know other parents get upset if you don't. I don't think that's doing my boys any favors, though, so I've said as much.)

Anyhow. That was my ziggurat story. It was longer when I was really worked up. ;) And, to be fair, Noah does seem to have realized the importance of planning ahead a bit more since then. 

Hmmm. This got longer than anticipated. I'll continue catching up in separate posts...

Monday
Jan072013

Thanks!

Sincere thanks to all of you who took the time to reply either here or over on Facebook! I very much appreciate all the input, advice and encouragement!

So. Here's what I've come to after all that...I think the underlying problem here is that the program hasn't decided whether it's going to run as an extension of the local public school district (a "special" school program) or whether it's going to run as it's own homeschool thing that just happens to operate under the school district. While I understand that this is obviously a tricky thing, I find that I really need a decision to be made so that I can set my expectations accordingly.

If we take that first option and decide to be an extension of the school district, that's fine. If that's the case, I'm going to expect a lot more to be provided by the school district...lunch supervision, basic supplies, a better facility, etc. If that's the case, my emails regarding this situation will start going to the district and pointing out things like liability and lack of disclosure and proper email protocol (blind cc, folks...it's a privacy issue to keep sending me emails with everyone's address) and the like (yes, that Duke Law degree still influences how I think about things, lol). If that's the case, I'll have an easier time of not taking it personally, as many of you pointed out I was doing. :) (Thanks for that! Seeing that helped me sort through this more. :) And, yes, I made sure to have multiple people proof my emails for objectivity before sending them.)

But. If we take the second option...the one I've been operating under for the past four+ years...I find that I do take it personally. Because this has been a program run collaboratively between parents and staff/administration...our input has been valued and requested. I've deliberately chosen to put aside a variety of concerns that I'd bring up to a school district because the overall program benefits, flexibility and personal touch still outweighed the inconvenience and annoyance. It was actually a big deal last spring when we finally decided to stick with this program and not switch to the Fort Collins program that appeared to be MUCH better organized, would be in a great facility, and would not require parents to supervise lunch. We chose to stay because we LIKE these people, this administrator. It was personal.

(And, yes, I have taken steps over the years to try to be a liaison between parents and the program...volunteering to create a monthly newsletter and calendar for them to help get word out. Of course, even given this, I still find myself finding things out at the last minute because teachers and administration didn't think ahead and bother to mention it so that it could go out to parents sooner than last minute. Case in point, January's newsletter was completed on Dec 18 and emailed to the administrator for distribution. (I try to run the newsletters a month ahead so people can put things on their calendars...because I believe in providing advance notice about things. Apparently, I'm crazy like that.) Classes were the next day, Dec 19. Do you suppose something about the lockdown policy could have been included in the newsletter? Course, the administrator didn't get the newsletter distributed anyhow for whatever reason (though I know she received it). It's not the end of the world. Only one teacher bothered sending me any information, and the administrator's only note was about something she needed information from folks on before break.)

So. Let's put aside the initial failure to communicate to parents, which is blaringly wrong in both situations...whether we're part of the school district or our own thing. Even putting that aside, to blatantly ignore my request for more information (which was signed by six other families, too), when I did you the courtesy of approaching you directly rather than going to your superiors, is personal. 

What's next? I honestly still don't know. I was hoping I'd see an email today now that break's over. Classes are Wednesday... 

Saturday
Jan052013

Blarg.

To speak up or not to speak up…that was the question.

I don’t like confrontation. Never have. I’ve discovered, though, that if it has something to do with my boys, you’d best be wary. That whole “mama bear” thing? Yeah. Watch out. Parenting is enough to nudge me out of my comfort zone in a hurry.

So. Here’s the situation in a (longish) nutshell…

The one-day-a-week school thing that the boys attend had one more session before the winter break. Nathan and I took them, dropped off our Christmas gifts to the 14 teachers that the boys have, made sure the boys got to class, and went to see “The Hobbit” together. At the end of the school day, I picked them all up. I chatted with the administrator…just small talk and holiday wishes. We went home.

Shortly after that, I started getting texts and emails from various friends whose kids also attend LEAP, asking if I had any more information about the new lockdown policy. What?! I had no idea what they were talking about.

(Sidenote here to explain that it’s not uncommon for these friends to ask me what’s going on, as the program historically has not done a good job of communicating to parents. I’ve taken my own steps to try to be “in the know” as best I can, so do sometimes have more information than others. Further, let me explain about LEAP…it’s run through the local school district but, in my opinion, is having some identity crisis issues. They haven’t decided if they want to treat it like any other school or not…so, for instance, they don’t supply lunch supervision (we parents step in and do that) or even enough budget for copier paper (again, we parents were asked to bring that in). But, they also now want all volunteers to register and have background checks and have included us in district email lists to get notifications from the superintendent. The location is a church, and classes are spread out between four separate buildings, meaning kids transfer from building to building between classes six times in the course of the day.)

So. After a number of exchanged emails, what I’d sorted out was that, yes, the school had decided to lock all the doors. Without so much as an email or a flyer or an announcement to parents standing outside, they’d started locking all doors…exterior and interior. (To be fair, there was a sign on the door that listed a phone number and said to call it if the door was locked. Honestly, it didn’t indicate it was for LEAP in any way and I assumed it was for the church so hadn’t even taken much notice of it.) Turns out, this meant that some kids ended up locked outside on their own between classes…some kids were instructed that they must immediately relock a classroom door if they left to use the bathroom…and some of our lunch volunteers ended up locked out of the lunch room.

I then, on behalf of the ourselves and six other families, sent an email to the administrator…a woman I’ve known for almost five years now, who’s taught my boys and helped them blossom, whom I like and respect. I explained our concerns about both the policy itself and about the lack of communication. I have yet to receive a reply.

Instead, she sent an email out to all the families stating basically that, yes, there’s a new policy. Some are upset by it and some are supportive of it and that we’d all get used to it. That was it. No explanation about what the actual policy was (whether interior doors would be included, procedures to take during lunch time, etc) and no apology for the lack of communication. No “we’ll have a more detailed explanation ready for you when we start classes back up in January.” No nothing.

Obviously, this was unsatisfactory to me, and I replied to the group stating so. What baffled me was that at least six families immediately replied as well, thanking the program and staff for their steps and stating that it was okay with them not to have been told. One pointed out that since we were dealing with a school district it was unrealistic to expect that we’d have been consulted about the policy. (This, by the way, is phooey. Maybe a public school wouldn’t ask, but they sure as heck would have communicated! I know for a fact that the local school district here in Fort Collins sent out more than half a dozen emails and four reverse-911 information phone calls during that week before break just to keep parents apprised of steps they were taking under an existing policy!) One parent even went so far as to say that she didn’t see why parents would need to be told or would want to be. Are you kidding me?! What the heck?!

So. Now I’m agitated and at a loss. I’m not sure what’s next. I tried very hard to deliberately put this all aside during the holidays, understanding that it’s a break and that administrators deserve a break, too. Frankly, though, I’m hugely disappointed. I worked very hard in my emails to be objective and polite…I pointed out that I’ve been taught to be able to separate a person from their actions and that I hoped that came across (that I can like the administrator and disagree with her action)…I was overt in my thanks to the administrator and staff for their intent and was clear that I trust them with the care of my children and appreciate all that they do.

And, truly, let’s set aside the lockdown policy altogether. I can disagree about how effective it will be and/or whether it’s actually in violation of the fire code since these are old doors without panic bars (such that kids can’t get out in an emergency until someone unlocks the door) and/or what good locking interior doors is going to do at all beyond instilling an atmosphere of fear and imprisonment. I can get into all of that later, hopefully without having to bring in higher powers and point out liability issues and such. I get that we all want to keep the kids safe.

But. What I’m after here is better communication. By keeping me in the dark about something like this, you’re disrespecting my role as the parent. These are MY kids. I have the right and the duty to question. Making me feel badly for doing so is not cool. Keeping them safe will work better if we work together. I can’t work together if I don’t know what’s going on.

(Another sidenote…at the VERY least, don’t you all think that the lunch volunteers who came to supervise the lunch hour should have been told what the new policy was? I’m in charge of those volunteers. I wasn’t asked to tell them anything. None of them were told anything. One got locked out and couldn’t get back in for awhile…stood outside in the cold knocking. Argh! Not telling us in this case not only was disrespectful but also potentially harmful…how can they supervise if they’re locked out?!)

And, so, here’s my problem. I appear to have an administrator who’s ignoring me. (Which, honestly, ticks me off after the years of volunteer service I’ve given this program. I get that being an administrator is hard, especially in light of current events and all, but feel like at least a quick email reply stating that she’d make time to discuss things further with me before classes start back up should have been sent. As I often tell my boys…the longer you go without apologizing, the longer I have to get worked up about it. lol.) Plus, I feel like I’m up against a number of other families who are more focused on keeping their kids “safe” than on being treated with respect here. They can’t seem to see that you can separate whether you agree with the lockdown policy from whether you think we should have been told. For goodness’ sake, it’s been more than two weeks and we STILL haven’t seen a clear declaration of what the policy even is.  

I don’t know. I’m having trouble putting my confidence in a program that wouldn’t even think to tell me about something like this and that would then blatantly not tell me about it when I asked for more details...in other families who make up this program who don't see anything wrong with that. But. I also really value what the boys get out of the program…the peer interaction, the experience with teachers other than myself, the classroom dealio, the time away from me…and, more specifically, the free guitar, drumming, bells, and recorder lessons and cooking classes and AmeriTowne class and Spanish classes. Seriously, though, if it weren’t for the fact that the boys love the program, I’d have declared my intent to leave asap. I don’t need this in my life. I deserve to be respected as the parent. I need to know that they “get” that and will try to do better because it’s the right thing to do and not just because I complained a heap.

Sigh. Part of me just wants to make nice and move on. Part of me worries that letting this go will spell trouble down the road. Part of me is just insulted and angry. Bleh. What do you think? What would you do? (Seriously. I'd very much value your thoughts and appreciate if you read all of that!)

Friday
Jan042013

One Little Word

Build. That’s my One Little Word for 2013. It didn’t jump out and grab hold like some of my previous words have. (I’m still a little sad to say goodbye to “try” which set such a fabulous tone for 2012.) But. I think it’s right. In 2013, I want to increase strengths and bolster weaknesses. I want to reinforce our foundations and mold our future. I want to be intentional about…

  • building my boys into men
  • building muscle
  • building toward our family’s future

More specifically, I want to work with a more focused eye to shape who my boys will become…not just teaching them about history, but also making sure they know how to do laundry and open doors for people and all sorts of other things. I want to add strength training to my running plans for the year. And, I want to really examine how our family is spending our time and energy and construct traditions and practices that will carry us forward.

To do all that, I’m going to build. Block by block, step by step. I'm going to work to keep my focus on the steps...the journey...rather than being overwhelmed by the end goal. I’m ready, and I think this blog post about breaking something large into smaller pieces fits my mindset just about right. 

(Okay...that was that. Would love to hear your own one little word for 2013 if you have one. :) I'll be back soon with some pics from the week between Christmas and New Year's and a look back at 2012...)

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