Saturday, October 8, 2011

Sacagawea

At the end of October, Eric and I are going to a party hosted by his work.  It is a costume party  (how I missed that when I agreed to the party is beyond me…)  Anyway, Eric and I had been looking for costumes on-line, but hadn’t found exactly what we wanted. 

Yesterday, when I was at Fred Meyer with the monkeys, we stopped by the costume section to look for Eric and I.  I was explaining to Owen that I would like two outfits that we can “coordinate” with.

Owen caught on right away and was eager for us to be “boy” and “girl” pirates, “boy” and “girl” vampires.  Owen got so excited when he saw a costume of a traditional “Native American”

Owen.  Oh Mama look!  You could be Sacajawea!

Mama:  That could work.

Owen:   Hmm, but what would Daddy be?

Mama:  Well, I guess he could be Clark.

Owen: (furrowed eyebrows) Clark Kent?

Mama: (Laughing)  Owen!   Is that the first “Clark” you think of when you think of Sacajawea?  (I am wondering if a “Lewis and Clark” reference is a bit of a stretch to expect Owen to remember.)

Owen:  Oh, oh, oh, I know who you mean!  Um… you mean…what’s his name… William!

Now it is my turn to hesitate.  I expecting Owen to say “Lewis” or  “Clark from Lewis and Clark”.  But Owen was one step ahead of me - Meriwether Lewis and William Clark!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

A Week of Breakfasts

The boys are exhausted and starving when I pick them up from school.  Tears are always close at hand, and I wanted to try to give the monkeys a really good breakfast to help ease the “pain” of being in school every day.  Unfortunately, on most mornings the monkeys want cereal, and my attempt to serve anything else, are grounds for protest and tears (no matter how many times that the protest and tears do not result in cereal being served!)  So last weekend, I banned cereal altogether during the week, hoping that a hard-fast rule would help the boys from feeling that there was always a potential for getting cereal.

MONDAY:  We slipped on our clothes and snuck silently out of the house for breakfast at Starbucks to try to allow Eric to sleep in since he was going to have to work a 24 hour shift for his project launch.  The boys had an egg/sausage/cheese sandwich.

Jack and Owen: Yummy! Thank you Mom!

TUESDAY: Eggs/Bacon/Cheese Breakfast Sandwiches

Jack: I want cereal for breakfast. I hate eggs.  Stop cooking that, Mama!  (gets out a bowl) I want cereal.  I am not eating that.  I am throwing that on the floor because it is disgusting!  (goes upstairs for “a break”)

(comes back when breakfast is served)

Jack: Wow Mama, this is SO yummy!  I love this!! I could eat this every day!

WEDNESDAY: Oatmeal

Jack: I want cereal.  I hate oatmeal.    It’s not my favorite! (our current phrase we are teaching Jack to say instead of: wait for it…) Oatmeal  is disgusting! (stomps off to get dressed.)

(Jack returns and tastes the oatmeal)

Jack: Yummy!  This is the best breakfast I have EVER had in my entire life.  Thank-you Mama! (asks for a second bowl)

THURSDAY: Oatmeal

Owen and Jack:  Not oatmeal AGAIN!!  I don’t want that! We already had that YESTERDAY! I want cereal.

Jack: I hate oatmeal.  It is disgusting and not my favorite!

Both boys eat the bowl of oatmeal.

(Mama promises to never consider offering the –gasp!  same breakfast twice in a row again.)

FRIDAY: Egg Casserole with Ham and Cheese

Jack: I HATE eggs.  They are disgusting!   I want oatmeal!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Influence

I took the boys to a park today since the weather was so nice.  While they were playing, an older boy – maybe  10 or 12 - climbed up a high slide with a big backpack on his back and a skateboard attached to that.  I smiled because Owen and Jack were at the top of the slide and I knew that they would be completely enamored with this boy.  Sure enough, they were soon talking to this kid – giving him their rapt attention that I can only dream of (seriously - where is that focus in the morning when it is time to brush teeth and get dressed and ready for school!?)

Last year Owen was taken in his fifth-grade “reading buddy” who read to him.  The same was true for the lifeguards at the pool this summer and with Kyle, Owen’s speech therapist.  It was sweet to see Owen look up to these guys and to see Owen pick attributes from these boys that he would like to claim for himself.  Owen can’t wait to read  longer and harder books and to be able to go to France (as the students do in fifth grade).  He has added “lifeguard” to his list of possible jobs for when his is older.  And being kind and fair are attributes he learned from Kyle.

So when the skateboard boy smiled and walked away as I approached Owen and Jack to tell them it was time to leave, I wondered what Owen would tell me about him.

Compared to the other older boys that Owen has had access to, I was in for quite a surprise.  “Mom, that boy was telling us to do really crazy things!”  (gulp)  “He said that we should go up to this certain person and just start screaming in their face.”  Owen started laughing – it was a kind of “I think that’s funny” , and “I feel nervous” kind of  laugh.  “Then the boy told us if we screamed in their face and kicked and punched them – then he would give us his skateboard!”  Owen’s response to this boy was, “No way!”, but you could tell that Owen really wanted that skateboard and he definitely seemed confused about why the boy was talking like that.

My first reaction was to run after the skate-boarder boy and give him a piece of my mind.  But I doubt that would have really made an impact on him.  Instead I asked Owen what he thought would happen had he followed the skateboard boy’s plan.  I was surprised at Owen’s answer to that question.  Owen didn’t say, “ I would get into trouble.” or “The boy I hit would be hurt.”  Instead, Owen replied, “that boy would not really give me the skateboard anyway.”   I was really glad to hear that Owen evaluated the boy’s request, and was able to come to the conclusion that the kid was probably not someone that Owen wanted to listen to, much less trust. 

At first, I did not like the thought of Owen being influenced by kids like this.  I have the desire to protect him.  But then I began to think more about Owen’s response and I felt much better.  It gave Owen an opportunity to see an example of a negative attribute – and to reject it.

So I suppose that a negative interaction can give way to learning too.  Though I am not sure I want my boys to learn this way too often…

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Superman

Jack showing his superman moves…

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Summer Reminder

Lisa and I took our monkeys down to a beach by her house after school on Tuesday.  The weather was beautiful and views were amazing.IMG_0844We spent all of our sunny days at the pool this summer, and while we love the pool, we missed out on joys of digging and playing in the sand.IMG_0832IMG_0852

Owen was the only one to brave the water, but decided it was too cold (or too lonely) to put his head under, so he didn’t really swim.IMG_0862I pointed out the three towers that are on Queen Anne hill (in the background of the photo of Owen).   When I told the monkeys that Eric and I met each other over there, Owen gasped.  “Wow, you met there?” he asked.  “It is so close.  We could just DRIVE there!”  I guess the trip to Corfu was a little bit longer…

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

“I’m Used To It”

“I’m used to it,” is what Jack now says about school. He is happy to go, and says, “Staying home all day just playing with my toys might get too boring for me now.”

I am relieved.

Jack was quite hesitant about school for the first week or two.  On the first day I lingered in the classroom with the other parents.  Jack was understandably nervous for me to leave, but it was fairly smooth once he became involved in an activity.  At pick-up Jack was laughing and talking to another student. 

The next day’s drop off and pick-up where the same (nervous drop off and very happy kid at pick-up), but after school Jack said that sometimes he feels scared and wonders when I am going to pick him up. His eyes welled up with tears when he told me and I realized that he is at school for 3 1/2 hours each day which is just 30 minutes less than the amount of time he spent in school for the whole week last year.  The days must seem long!

A few days later an annoyed sounding Jack said to his French teacher, “I don’t understand what you are saying!”  I have to admit that I busted out laughing when I heard this – It is just like Jack to tell it like it is!  But I did start to worry a little because the heart of Jack’s relationships with people is wrapped up the the playful language he uses.   Since talking is so important to Jack, I worried that he would have a different (and not quite authentic)  relationship with his teachers that would be vastly different from his relationships that he has at home and with his other teachers (from preschool and from Gymnastics)

During the second week of school, I had to leave while Jack cried and Yvan, the assistant teacher, held him from running out of the door.   (As soon as I was in my car, I stated bawling myself  - and scared the crap out of my mom when I called her – sorry Mom.) 

At pick-up Yvan worriedly asked me if “Today is really Jack’s last day at school????”  Jack looked up at me and smiled his guilty look.  “I was just saying it could be my last day…” he trailed off.  I explained to the teachers that Jack likes to talk to people and play with words  - and sometimes make up stories.  Yvan assured me that Jack was doing well, and had even adjusted much better than some of the other students in the class.  That seemed to fit with Jack being so happy at the end of the school day.  He did seem to be having fun.

After that day, drop-offs have been fine.  Jack still likes me to walk in with him, but then he gives me a kiss and a hug and takes his little name card over to the chart that shows he is present. 

This week his teacher, Caroline, told me what a great student that Jack is: being kind to the other kids, listening to the teachers, staying in his seat if he has work to finish, and being polite!

It is funny how a feeling or an event can feel so big and then just grow smaller over time.  Then you just “get used to it” somehow.  I don’t really get it, but I will take a happy Jack over a sad Jack any day.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Pool Closure

Even though we had spent all morning and afternoon packing and driving home from Hood Canal, the warm water of our pool called us. On Labor day, the pool closes for the season.  So, the very last day of pool season also called us.  Closure called us.  (I really need closure on lots of things…but that is another story)

So we packed up once again for a final day at the pool to get closure.

Closure on the little snack bar…IMG_0698

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closure on sunny days with ice cream..IMG_0706

closure on the diving board…IMG_0734

closure on Jack’s funny dives…IMG_0755

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closure on seeing Jack in his big blue goggles…IMG_0742

closure on death defying Daddy throwing games…IMG_0764

and closure on attack Daddy games…IMG_0803

and closure on Mama swimming across the pool with a boy on her back. (sorry – no photo – I was busy swimming)