Beat the Summer Slump with Online Tutoring

Beat the Summer Slump with Online Tutoring


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With online tutoring your child can stay
sharp all summer long and even pick up new skills. This will help keep them
ready for the challenges of the new school year.
As a teacher, I have personally seen what is called the
“summer slump.” When students come back to school in August or September they
are often lacking skills that they had mastered towards the end of the previous
grade level. Even students that are advanced academically come back with
deficits. Most students are able to catch up relatively quickly because for
them, reading is like riding a bike. However, for students with dyslexia and
other reading difficulties, the summer slump can make school even more
challenging and frustrating.
It is important to note that summer skill loss is not
inevitable. By engaging your child in reading activities that are purposeful,
rigorous, and fun it is possible for your student to retain all of their
previously learned skills and even make progress.
One great way to beat the summer slump is with an online tutoring program. The online tutoring program we offer at
RW&C is a comprehensive structured literacy methodology and includes instruction
from a trained reading clinician. All of our clinicians have proven their ability
to understand the ins and outs of the English language and use effective
strategies to teach it to students. With our online tutoring program your child will receive forty-five minutes
of direct, focused instruction each week.
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In addition, our clinicians will assess your child in order
to make sure s/he receives quality, targeted instruction. Since our tutoring is
one on one, there is no one size fits all and the program is adjusted to fit
the needs of your child. This means that whether your child struggles with
language, phonemic awareness, spelling, comprehension, or some combination of
skills, our clinicians will be able to deliver the content your child needs to
improve individual skills.

Our online tutoring program also offers flexibility. Since you don’t have to physically be present,
your child can get help anywhere there is Wi-Fi. This means that most trips
don’t have to be scheduled around your sessions because you can complete them
on the go.

Finally, our online
is designed to be fun. Our clinicians are skilled at motivating
students and keeping them engaged. There is also a fun, game based online
practice options that kids love! This additional weekly practice is key to
success and students have a great time with it. This helps build skills as well
as a positive attitude around reading and spelling.


If online tutoring sounds like a good option for your family this summer, call our office today to
schedule your first session. With quality online instruction your child will be
on the right path towards over-coming the summer slump and retaining all those
skills s/he worked so hard to gain last year. 

Becky Welsch


(480) 213-4156

Becky Welsch has a Master’s degree in K-8 Education. She is certified to teach in the state of Arizona and has special endorsements in the areas of English Language Learners and Reading.

Becky has worked with struggling readers in the primary as well as secondary grades. Her experience also includes intensive reading intervention both in person as well as with online teletherapy.
Becky has experience with early literacy skills like phonics and phonemic awareness development. She has used several structured literacy programs including Language! and Spalding phonics. She is also trained to administer DIBELS tests and has worked with the DIBELS Next reading remediation program.
Lower Your Standards

Lower Your Standards

I am a member of a couple different parenting groups on Facebook and I have become pretty close friends with many of the ladies (and few rogue gentlemen) in them. Lately, I have noticed a pretty common theme among the posts: moms who feel like they are not good enough. As moms, we are so hard on ourselves. All. The. Time. We compare ourselves to every other mom and our child to every other peer. I have been there. You see that mom with the perfectly styled hair, boots, size 4 skinny jeans, and designer purse leisurely strolling through the mall with her Abercrombie model in training tot.


Your kid doesn’t look this stylish all the time? That’s ok…

.Meanwhile, there I am, unwashed hair, dirty flip flops, I am not even going to mention what size yoga pants, and target purse crammed full of cheerios and diapers. My cutest accessory by far is the smiling baby that is strapped onto my body by a baby carrier that cost more than my entire outfit. My son is trailing behind me, begging for ice cream with his insane, uncombed hair and Disney Cars shirt because he will literally only wear something with a Disney character on it. No cute seer sucker shorts and polos for him. He rolls with a Lightning shirt and putrid smelling Mickey Crocs (side note, how do crocs start smelling SO bad SO fast?).

Actually, if I am being honest this is what my toddler usually looks like. I put a Disney shirt on for public appearances.

Actually, if I am being honest this is what my toddler usually looks like. I put a Disney shirt on for public appearances.

It is hard not to feel inadequate. Why can’t I be so skinny and fashionable? Why aren’t my children so well behaved?

Here is the problem moms, our expectations are too high. Living in a cyber-world of mommy blogs with perfectly coiffed moms who make everything from scratch, can their own fruit, create elaborate child crafts and activities, build fucking chicken coops, and never, ever yell doesn’t help. I will admit, I had expectations that were way too high when I first started staying at home. I thought that my job was the reason I never got any housework done or had time to go the gym. Turns out, it’s not. I am no more likely to have a clean house or work out than I was when I worked outside of the home full time. Staying home with kids is just as hard as working a 40 plus hour week and I do not have any extra time like I thought I would. Working and staying at home are hard and don’t leave very much room for free time.

So, this leaves me with a dilemma. I can either work myself to the bone and get everything done, or neglect my children so I can clean my house and check some Pinterest projects off of my to do list. However, I choose option three. Lowering my standards. Here are just a few ways that I suggest every mom lowers her standards and gives herself a little break:

  1. The house: I really thought I would be able to not only clean but also organize my house. I would have all sorts of time during nap time to get things done. Ha! My kids haven’t taken more than 45 minutes of concurrent nap time since I have been home. I manage to vacuum once a week and do the laundry. I never have time to put laundry away. But you know what, we are just going to wear it again anyway, it’s fine in the basket. No one is going to die because I don’t put my clothes away. If you come over and go through my closets or drawers, you will be appalled by the amount of junk in there. But, here’s a thought, stop snooping through my stuff. Also, if you drop by unexpectedly, I will probably pretend we aren’t home. Unless I really like you and don’t care if you see the Hot Wheels vs. Legos war zone that is my living room.

    This is what the inside of your closet looks like? Who cares? It's a closet...

    This is what the inside of your closet looks like? Who cares? It’s a closet…

  2. Appearance: I really thought I was going to be that mom who always looks put together. I even went out and bought cute stay at home clothes. I would wear a maxi skirt, cute colorful shorts, tank tops, and always, always shower. I would never look like a hot mess. Um, yea…. That is not how life is. When you are up 5 times between the hours of 10 pm and 2 am, you are not going to get up at 5:00 so you can shower and get ready unless you have to. Instead, I usually wear yoga pants, sometimes shorts, and most of the time I rub some baby powder in my hair to make it look presentable (I read somewhere that it works like dry shampoo. Not sure if that is true but it makes me feel better about myself). I usually also put on a sports bra and running shoes so people will think that I am on my way to or from (probably from) a workout. I wear my wedding ring if I don’t want people to feel sorry for me. If I am particularly hot mess-like, I don’t wear my wedding ring so that people don’t feel sorry for my husband.

    My face usually also looks exactly this insane as well...

    My face usually also looks exactly this insane as well…

  3. Fitness: Although I always have on workout clothes, I rarely (ok, never) have been working out. I really thought I would have time for the gym. I don’t. When I do have a few minutes to myself the last thing I want to do is go for a run or get on an elliptical. I know there are those of you out there who will tell me all about ways to make time. Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I have greatly lowered my expectations here and am fine with a brisk walk to the park being my only workout for the day (ok, week).
  4. Dinner: I was so certain that work was what was holding me back from having the energy to make a nutritious, home cooked meal for my family. Turns out, parenting is just as exhausting. I do cook more but that is for financial reasons more than wanting to provide nutritious food for my family. My toddler doesn’t eat anything I make anyway so it’s totally fine to have chili cheese tater tots for dinner.

Of all the things I don’t expend my time and energy on, I do play with my kids, a lot. I am on the floor most of the day playing cars, blocks. Puzzles, and helping my daughter stand up 50,000 times. We go out to the Children’s Museum or zoo almost weekly, not because I am an awesome mom but because it gives me a little bit of time to relax and watch my 2 year old burn off energy. And we get awesome naps afterwards.

I am not perfect. You are not perfect. Even that mom with the built from scratch chicken coop and all organic garden is not perfect. I am so much happier since I have stopped trying to be perfect. Pick one or two things you care about, and then let the rest go. Oh, and if a blog makes you feel bad about yourself, stop reading it. And come read mine. Because you are guaranteed to feel better about yourself after reading about how much of a mess I am. Oh, and if you happen to see me out and about looking like a slob, humor me and ask how my workout was, even though you know that’s grease, not sweat, in my hair.

Do I Love Him?

Do I Love Him?

My daughter’s first birthday is only two months away. Which means that it is time to start searching Pinterest for cakes to ruin for her and to look for party themes that I will never actually take the time to plan.

 I am thinking I might attempt this cake. For more on my cake making adventures, see my post called "Nailed It!" I can totally handle something this complex...

I think I should attempt this cake. Based on my son’s Mickey cake, I think I can handle this….

 I am thinking I might attempt this cake. For more on my cake making adventures, see my post called “Nailed It!” I can totally handle something this complex. During my search I got a little side tracked, which is shocking because Pinterest has never side tracked anyone. Ever. And I came across some quote about how if you love someone you can’t be mad at them for more than three days. If you are, you don’t really love them (I can’t find this quote again so there is a strong chance that I made it up in some sleep deprived stupor, but for the purpose of this blog, let’s say it’s real). Reading that got me thinking. I was irritated with my husband for the better part of the month of May. Now, before you start judging me, let me give you a bit of the back story. My husband is a creative type. He is constantly working on projects and building things. It makes him happy. However, it also leaves our counters looking like this:

Actually, this desk might have less shit on it than my counters did.

Actually, this desk might have less shit on it than my counters did.

This was a big project and had a deadline so my kitchen had junk everywhere for a month. So it was safe to say that I had been a little miffed at him for more than three days. But, what did this mean for my relationship? Did I love my husband? What an existential dilemma. I needed answers. And like everyone does when they have a crisis in life, I turned to the internet for answers.

Luckily my friends at had just what I needed. A quiz for people in my situation. An online quiz called “Are you like him or LOVE him (girls only).” Thank goodness it was for girls only. I wouldn’t want something that might think I’m a dude. And with these type of quizzes, it is important that they know your sex because they are extremely accurate and there is not much room for error. I mean, take this first question:

photo 2 (2)                This question is clearly meant for ladies only. None of those emojis look like gentlemen. The yellow smiley is clearly a girl. My favorite part about this question is that it doesn’t even relate to the quiz. I could choose any of those clearly female animations to describe almost any part of my day. At the time I was answering the question my baby was screaming and my two year old was whining because I wouldn’t give him chocolate for breakfast. I chose number 3.

As I progressed through the quiz, it became apparent that I should not throw the baby out with the bathwater. Although the first question may have been irrelevant, the rest were spot on and would clearly show the level of affection I felt for my husband. For example:photo 1 Well, anyone who knows me knows the story of how I relied that I like my husband. But there wasn’t an option for got a little drunk and told him “I like you and I don’t need anymore friends, so make a choice.” I guess it is kind of a combo of one, two, and three (the night is a little foggy, that’s why number three comes into play). Clearly this question is going to get to the heart of my feelings.

After reminiscing, I got to some more hard hitting questions. That is what you can count on all the tests for, questions that make you think, like this one:

photo 5  The all-knowing, grammatically meticulous quiz creator warned me that I must answer truthfully on this specific question (I lied on the rest) so I knew it was serious and would get to the crux of my marital state. Well, and the truth is, my husband I don’t have too much in common, but I do think we make a good couple. Oh no! A conundrum. I needed to answer truthfully but two answers were truthful. I thought back to my years as an educator and test prep training. Were there any choices I could eliminate? Well, I never use all caps so choice C could go. I was left with A and B. All my friends seems like quite the generalization and choices with all or never are rarely correct, so A it is. This test is proving to be more stressful than I first imagined.

So I kept going through the thought provoking questions until I got to this amazing one:

photo 4 Shy is not an adjective that anyone would use to describe my husband and I am not totally crazy pants, so options 2 and 3 are out. We do talk about a lot of stuff, but I can’t say I remember all of it. Luckily this question did not admonish me to reply truthfully so I picked option one.

After painstakingly going through each and every thought provoking and well written question, it was time for the best part. The results. My Pinterest created life dilemma would be solved. I would finally know for sure, do I love my husband?

photo 2 Wait, what? Do I love him? I don’t even understand this result. Maybe I wasn’t honest on question 4….

Letters To My Two Year Old: Dear E

My fourth guest author is Anne.  Anne a single mother to two year old E. Anne’s husband passed away when E was two months old. I met Anne through an online parenting group and I have been blown away by her grace, intelligence, dedication, and general bad assness (it’s a word, trust me). She is an avid runner and architect who can fix almost anything that breaks in her home, works multiple jobs, and still manages to find time to be a amazing parent. This letter expresses her love for her daughter and how E saved Anne during one of the hardest times of her life. I hope you enjoy its beauty as much as I do. You might need some Kleenex for this one.

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Dear E,

I can say, without any exaggeration, that you saved my life. There are things that happened that caused my legs to give out from underneath me because the weight of them was so debilitating. At that moment I knew I will never stand up again…and then you started crying because you were hungry. So I stood up and fed you. Just when I was about to collapse again I realized you needed to be changed and then fed again. After a day of feeding, napping, walking, talking, tummy time, and cuddles I realized that I never had time to fall back down. For a year that is what we did. You needed me and I was there. Our world was small and because of you I was able to keep my feet under me and put one foot in front of the other. We got through that first year and now through the second.

You have grown into such a intelligent and creative young girl who is finds everything interesting and entertaining. Your happiness and curiosity are immeasurable and your stubbornness is impressive. I have looked at everyday things through your eyes and found enjoyment in events and things that I would have never glanced at before.

There are things that I will never tell you and some stories that you do not need to hear. These are mine to carry as your parent. I will try to walk the fine line of what information you need to know to thrive and what I need to protect you from. I am sure that I will fall off this line many times but I will try my hardest to help you as you have helped me.

We are very lucky my smart and beautiful child. There are so many people who support us; neighbors, friends, family, and friends who have become like family. All of these people love you. I love you and your daddy loves you. He is not here anymore but he still loves you and watches over you every day. I will be there while you learn about the events and your mind is able to expand around the understanding of what happened. I will hold your hand as we walk down this road. I will carry whenever you ask.

You loving mother,


Letters To My Two Year Old: Dear Kylie

I am so excited to bring you my third guest author in the series, Kim. I love Kim’s letter because it really shows how our kiddos can help us overcome adversity and make us better people. I’ll let Kim introduce herself and her sweet baby girl.

Hello, I’m Kim!  I’m a fifth grade teacher currently on maternity leave, enjoying my time at home with my two year old, Kylie and my three month old, Andrew.  Kylie is hilarious, smart, athletic, and has an incredible sweet tooth.  When I ask her what she wants for breakfast, she excitedly exclaims, “I WANT CANDY!”  She is definitely my kid.  In the last six months, she endured a lot of changes, and she handled them all so gracefully, sort of.

In December, my husband quit his job and left home for the State Police Academy.  For 23 weeks, he was away all week without contact.  He came home on the weekends, basically to do laundry and study.

In March, we welcomed Andrew to our family.  This was also the time when Kylie started showing a lot of interest in the potty.  I thought to myself, I’m home, we have the time, let’s do it.  So we did!  Once we had a handle on potty training, we moved Kylie to her big girl bed in her new room.  I’m making all of this sound easy.  Each change was more difficult than the last, but Kylie was a rockstar through it all.

I keep a journal in my nightstand for Kylie telling her what we’ve been up to and basically how awesome she is.  I write her a letter four or five times a year, or whenever I get the chance.  Here is my letter to Kylie about this crazy and tough time in our lives.  I couldn’t have survived it without her.


Dear Kylie,

Hooray!  Daddy is now a State Trooper!!  But YOU, Kylie Grace, are the real trooper.

The week Daddy left for the Academy, I cried every night while I rocked you to sleep.  I don’t know why.  I was pregnant, so it was probably hormones, but I was so afraid that you’d miss him.  You didn’t notice that I was sad, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t even notice he was gone.  On Friday nights, you’d say, “Daddy’s home!!!” and we would proceed with our Friday night dance party like he had been there all the time, Daddy on the guitar, and you on the microphone singing Billy Joel’s “For the Longest Time.”

The day Andrew was born, you came to the hospital with Nana and Papa.  You welcomed him by putting stickers all over his blanket.  At first you weren’t impressed at all, but over the last few months, you’ve become a great big sister.  First thing in the morning you look for him and ask, “Where’s Andrew?  Let’s find him!”  You rub his head gently, you tickle his belly, and when you want me all to yourself you point your little finger at me and demand, “Put Andrew bed!”  Just last week, you thought Andrew was hungry, so you let him suck on your big toe.  He thought it was awesome!  I was horrified.

Right after Andrew was born, we started potty training, which all of the parenting books tell you NOT to do.  I now know why.  You peed on every square inch of the house and you were afraid to poop.  You’d scream and run in circles like a dog until finally, a big poop fell out of your bum where ever you happened to be standing.  You even pooped while running!  I didn’t even know that was possible!  t thought it would never get better, but we trudged through, and now when you poop on the potty, you can’t wait to sneak a peak at your prize and exclaim, “Oh, it’s just a little guy!”

After we mastered the potty, I moved you into your big girl bed. The first week, you looked at me with eyes filled with tears and begged to sleep in the crib.  I was heartbroken, but everyone told me it would get easier if we stuck with the bed.  And it did.  Now, when I tuck you in at night, you remind me, “Do not get up!”  And I say, “That’s right!  Don’t get up.”  Then you put your little hands on the back of my neck and pull my face to yours and you say softly, “I love you Momma.”  And I say, “I love you more.”

We survived.  I survived.  Because of you.

I love you more.

What about you? What are some difficult situations or changes that your kiddos have helped you through? How have they made you a better person?

Letters To My Two Year Old: Dear Isaac

Letters To My Two Year Old: Dear Isaac

My second guest author is the wonderful Jana Hamlin! She is a busy working mother to her two year old son Isaac. In her spare time she is an avid runner. Like has run two marathons and is training for another. In fact, she had to stop marathon training when she found out she was pregnant. She is also an amazing cook. You can read more about her life, family, running, and try some delicious recipes by visiting her blog (you will not be disappointed. Her dedication is amazing and her food is super yummy).

I mean seriously, she is holding a 30 pound kid after she just ran 26 miles. She is awesome!

I mean seriously, she is holding a 30 pound kid after she just ran 26 miles. She is awesome!

Without further ado, here is her hilariously funny letter to her son.

Dear Isaac, 
You’ve probably known your grandma long enough to know that she loves telling the same stories over and over again. Well honey, I am her child and so I am probably going to be the same way. A lot of times these stories like to make an appearance when that special someone becomes a part of your life. You’ve certainly accumulated many of these stories in your two years of life. Some are sad and some are happy. Some are scary and some are amazing. Well my sweet dear boy.  I am writing to you to share a funny one because you are a goofy goofy boy.

That face....

That face….

It’s amazing how your vocabulary has exploded over the last few months. It’s also amazing how your mommy and daddy have learned to speak your toddler language. While many of your words are understandable, many also leave others saying, “what did he say?” Those are my favorite because they the most fun to try and decipher.  I’ll share some of them now and I’ll translate them for you. You’ll have to excuse my spelling…. I am a terrible speller when it comes to real words… throw fake words and I’m in trouble…. Let’s see…

Apple juice (not to be confused with the actual thing) which to you means pineapple.
Whagaus (your name for grapes, blueberries, and raspberries) 
Cop-pi-ter (helicopter)
Kiki- Our cat Link… which we call Linky
WayKnee-Our cat Rainy
Dee Dee-Chickadee
Do-Da- Your Auntie Julie
Doe-Your Uncle Joe
Na Na ee- Your cousin Natalie

I know that eventually these words will evolve and turn into the real thing at some point in your life. There have been some words that have already made this transformation and there are other words… that well…. transformed into something else…..

One of your first words was also one of my favorite words and that word is cruck. Boy oh boy do you love crucks.

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You see son, that is how you used to say truck. A few months after you started saying this word it started to change….Cruck became Fruck and then Fruck quickly turned into Fruck minus the R.  For the sake of keeping this letter PG let’s just call it phuck. I’ll never forget the first time this transformation happened.  The conversation between me and your father went something like this:
Me: did he just say…
Daddy: … yeah. He did.

On our first trip to grandma’s house after this transformation took place you woke up from your nap and were excited to be on the interstate. One of your favorite things to do is shout the words of the things you see. Here you are in the backseat shouting, “PHUCK! BUS! BUS! PHUCK! BIG PHUCK! CAR! CAR! PHUCK! TWO PHUCKS! SEMI PHUCK!” I almost died of laughter in the front seat while daddy elbowed me.

Here we are several months later and well my sweet boy, truck is still phuck. It’s times like this I really wish we knew our neighbors better… or I wish that there were less phucks in the neighborhood. As I said, you love shouting the things you see. Lucky for us, a toddler running down the street screaming BIIIIG PHUCK hasn’t attracted a lot of attention.  Yet. But just to be on the safe side I usually say “yeah that is a big truck.”

We’ve learned to accept this word and treat the word how you mean to truly say it. We pretend you are saying it correctly…. but only two year olds are allowed to get away with swearing. I just hope that by the time you head off to college you will have corrected it.  Ahhhh what a great story to tell… over and over and over again.



I hope you enjoyed reading that letter as much as I did. I can’t decide what my favorite part is, that apple juice and pineapple are synonyms or the mental image of Isaac screaming “BIG PHUCK” in public. I had the pleasure of meeting Jana in person and she is just as funny in real life as she is online.

Trying to get a picture of two toddlers is like trying to herd cats...

Trying to get a picture of two toddlers is like trying to herd cats…

What are some hilarious and/or embarrassing things your kiddos have done? And, don’t forget to visit Jana over at http://www.runningvegeta

Letters To My Two Year Old: Dear Ady

I am so excited to introduce my first guest author, Nicole Deskins! I’ll let her tell you a little bit about herself and then you can read her beautiful letter to her daughter. Also, please note that all images used in this post belong to Nicole and cannot be used without her permission (except of course the awesome gif of Kristen Wig drinking).


A little bit about me. I’m a stay at home mom to three beautiful little girls. Caidence is six, Adyson is two and Kinzley is 6 months. They are all crazy. I’m currently attending school for Medical Billing and Coding with an emphasis in Medical Terminology. I’m hoping to be certified by December and then reenter the work force. Some days I’m more ready to go back to work than others. Staying at home with my girls has proven to have a lot more challenges than I anticipated. It has also been the most amazing part of my life so far.

I love reading, writing and photography; even though I don’t get to spend as much time as I’d like on the subjects. Well that’s all you’re going to get from me since at this very moment I have Kinzley squirming in my lap, Adyson yelling at me for juice and Caidence asking me all sorts of questions about this very project.

I hope you enjoy this series as much as I’ve enjoyed contributing to it. A  HUGE thank you to Becky for this wonderful opportunity.

-Nicole Deskins

My Ady Bug,

The day you were born was one of the greatest moments of my life. You were finally here after nearly two years of trying and 40 weeks and one day of pregnancy. Our family had finally seemed complete after your arrival. We were blissfully happy as a family of four.

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Fast-forward four weeks and I could paint you a totally different picture. Between your colic and acid reflux, I was one outfit change away from an emotional breakdown and one more inconsolable cry away from a bottle of vodka. Despite those rough six months, you have made it to the two year mark; one I wasn’t entirely sure we would reach with our sanity intact.

Kids can seriously drive you to drinking. Hold the glass please...

Kids can seriously drive you to drinking. Hold the glass please…

Now, you are the most “spirited” two year old I have ever met. You are smart and stubborn. Beautiful and wild. Mean and gentle. All of which, I’m sure, you will definitely work to your advantage. I swear you could be the next world leader or the next evil genius. I’m really hoping it’s the former.

Is this the face of an evil genius or world leader? What do you think?

Is this the face of an evil genius or world leader? What do you think?

Some days I’m ready to throw in the towel because you’re just too much to handle. Just as I’m ready to burst into tears because of all the temper tantrums, hitting and kicking, you find your way into my lap, give me a hug and a kiss and say, “I love you.” That’s it. That’s all it takes for all of my anger and frustration to vanish. It’s moments like those that I realize that no matter what you do or who you become, I will ALWAYS love you. With all of my heart and soul and without a shadow of a doubt.  Period. I Love You!

Love Forever and Always,