Weekend

 School has been a little frustrating.  Teaching division is not for the faint of heart.  My practicum student and I have been trying to teach them about the connection between multiplication and division.  I called several of my students up to my desk one at a time so I could help them.

Me: draw a picture showing three times five.

(They can do it; not a problem.)

Me: now write the multiplication equation that goes with that picture.

(Again, no problem. )

Me: now write the division equation that goes with that picture.

They write 3 ÷ 5 = 15.

Me: You wrote three divided into five groups has 15 in each group. Does that make sense?  Here are three counters.  Divide them into five groups with 15 in each group.

They honest to goodness take the counters and try to make five groups of 15.  Eventually they see it is impossible but we're not any closer to them getting it.

I dreamt about it all weekend.  In one dream my students were in danger and I was trying to protect them + teach them division.  In another dream, they were playing with hackey sacks in the back of the classroom, while I was trying to teach them.

Maybe things will go better today.

Friday night we went to a wedding reception for a girl who was a beehive while I was YW president and I've always liked her a lot.  It was fun to see and talk to so many of our friends.

Saturday afternoon we went to the BYU art museum and invited Mark to join us.  

I love art museums.

Also, our sweet little QE fell and hurt her head.  Braeden rushed her to urgent care and they glued her up (which would have made her great grandpa Dahl approve--he's a gluer of wounds).  Braeden called us from the car after the doctor visit.  He was shaken.  She, sporting a big bandage on her forehead, said cheerfully, "I have no shoes on and I am in the car!"

Braeden took her to Medicinal McDonalds as he called it because her favorite thing in the world is to get orange juice at McDonalds.  Then they went to Target and looked at books which, on second thought, she probably likes even more than orange juice.

I felt empathy for Braeden.  We want so much for our children to never be hurt and here we are in this mortal world where people get hurt.

I think her attitude was instructive too.  Sometimes we worry so much about our kids, but they are going to be OK and are just marveling at the novelty of being in the car with no shoes on.

Sunday was a marathon of church, family history with Marie Louise and dinner with our kids.  I had Mark move furniture to accommodate YEN, which we're hosting tonight.  Emma told me a story about catching a glimpse of her outfit reflected in the elevator at work and thinking she looked like she "won 5th prize at a regional dance competition."

She certainly can paint a picture with her words.