Back To School 2017.


My daughter started the second grade yesterday, and of course we snapped some images of her out-going pencil case. First, this year, no boxes, only cases. She has the Yoobi cat case, which is lined in blue inside.

The list called for ten Pink Pearl erasers. We found a very satisfyingly heavy box of twelve on Amazon and sent that in instead. The newer version of this eraser is softer and actually works, rather than merely sanding your paper.

Running on the assumption that the four dozen pencils we sent in were for the classroom stash, I made sure Charlotte did not go in empty-cased. Hearing the Ticonderoga recommendation, she wanted these neon Tics and a few choice yellow ones. We put them all through the Dahle 133, and this was a fragrant pile.

I also let her pick from a box from the last time we went to New York, and she chose the Apsara Steno (with Arrow topper) and a Blackwing Pearl.

Also included:

Yoobi sharpener with Emojis all over it. I’m not always clear on what happens with sharpeners at school, but I make sure she’s equipped with her own. This one doesn’t look like it will last the year, but she likes it. And it’s good practice.

Yoobi triangular pencils for the classroom. Students were each supposed to bring 48 pencils, with the recommendation being Ticonderoga: “a good investment.” I understand why they suggested these, but I also, ahem, know at least as much about pencils as whomever made this list. I like how “Yoobi gives,” and Charlotte likes their colors. So we brought these for he Big Pile. For the record, they were about the same prices as Ticonderogas and USA Golds on the day that we bought them.

Super cute and alarmingly sharp scissors. Charlotte always loses those silly caps, and these have a nice texture on the handle.

(Posted these photos from my phone and went overboard on the filter. Sorry!)

Capped Pocket Pencil.

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I have a Magic Box of Awesome. (I should really do a post about it and stop my Lazy Blogging, but think of David Rees, and use your imagination.) Looking through this box is a staple request from Charlotte. Recently, she opened it and asked to have this very tiny pencil. I told her it can be her Pocket Pencil, and she liked this idea. Then I told her, in a very Parental Fashion, that she needed to use a point protector. A miniature argument ensued. This argument could only happen in my house, and perhaps some select other Outposts. I only won, I think, because one of the runs of General’s protectors had sparkles in it for some reason.

Charlotte’s First [graphite] Pencil.


My daughter recently turned two years old, and she’s always been interested in pens and pencils and notebooks and crayons. Santa brought her some large-diameter pencils for her first Christmas in 2010. I spared Comrades the Cuteness Overload at the time, waiting for when she was ready to actually use them. She’s been “colohing” with colored pencils for a week or so, and she’s stolen pencils from me to “coloh” in my Field Notes on several occasions.

So today we stepped up to a “Big Girl Pencil” — My First Dixon, as it were, which we picked up today while we were out. She had largely worn the point down by Bedtime.

Now I merely delay the Cuteness Overload, which is immanent. Adorable Small Comrades (bka, “kids”) and pencils together — wow.