My heart swells these days when I watch Paul help his siblings. It could be his age (almost seven-What!) or my noticing more.Without asking, usually just glancing over, he has become this kid who willingly plays with his brother and sister. He is unafraid to be silly and sweet with them. This morning, he was pushing her on a swing and laughing. Later, he was helping with helmets, buckling seat belts, and passing out water bottles. He is this guy that Joe and I find ourselves talking about late at night because of the changes have come about so quickly. He calls his friend Mario on the phone and invites him to the park. He loves to climb into his bunk bed and put on a cd to dance to or lay quietly listening to a baseball game. He makes eye contact and orders his own food when we are out. I overhear phrases like “excuse me” and “thank you” fall from his lips without prompting. It is the reassurance that although life is not perfect he is turning out to be a great kid.
Sometimes I think we are all adoring this little girl so much that she couldn’t possibly want anything more. Then I realize she is very attentive to the individual attention paid to her brothers. They both started school, Henry is in soccer, and she is only two. Happily, that is why she has a Grammy who can indulge her with just a little one on one time. Which I know every kid needs, even this baby girl who is seemingly spoiled.
This ended up being a shoe shopping trip. With not just one but two pairs of shoes being purchased.I guess my mom couldn’t resist her big brown eyes. Or maybe it is all the choices shopping for a girl brings. Which I denied before having a girl, but now will fully admit. There are tons more choices and colors and styles and it can by mind boggling.
But this momma heart feels thanks. These days, any extra time, that one of my babes gets with the folks they love, warms my heart. I know I can’t be in more than one place at a time. I am fortunate to have a job. I am ecstatic Joe is in his LAST year of school. But it doesn’t take away the ache to make sure my kids have their needs met. She doesn’t need shoes. Not at all. But a little time with no brothers interrupting her, no parents pushing her little legs to walk faster, and a seemingly endless amount of time with just her Grammy is seriously priceless.
I consciously fight against the guilt of not being able to volunteer in the kid’s classrooms or push the multiple fundraisers sent home (don’t really want to hit up all my other friends who have kids). So when opportunities arise- like at the Child Development Center- to sign up to be the “play dough parents” for a few months I know there is grace for working parents.
Our first batch is due by October first (fast approaching) and we decided to double the recipe.
Just a few ingredients and some tips on-line about food coloring to use.
Easy to make and intentionally mixed while our youngest slept.
This gave us the rare chance to be with the boys and make a mess in the kitchen. Two things I need more of in my life (truly).
Henry handled the oven stirring and measuring of ingredients.
We all made our own color balls. We experimented with color mixing.By the time she woke up, there were plenty of colors to choose from.
She was more than happy to just play with each color.
Henry joined in.
Honestly after this I found myself wondering why we hadn’t made any of this sooner. We will definitely be doing this again.
Thanks for Grammy for watching little
What can I say? I love the teachers the boys have. These are seasoned ladies who are experts in their field.I am taking notes for my own classroom (estimation jars, centers using plastic bottles, locks with numbers matching keys with equations). Tonight is the overview for the year and a preview of work done so far.
I am proud of Paul’s penmanship. Joe and I are strong believers in handwriting. Yes, he should type but he should also know how to form letters nicely.His classroom will have pen pals (so fun), a monthly author study, multiple field trips (some via city bus), and the grand finale will be a performance in a play. They have already started Reader’s Theater scripts.
Then there is our Henry.
His little smiley face thrilled to be at school with a backpack and a desk.There is a ton of exploring, manipulating, and general fun in his room.I am impressed with all that is being done in these classrooms. High five for public school.
It’s been so hot that we dragged the mattress into the kid’s room and had a family room with our one tiny swamp cooler. One week of that is about all I can handle but it is sort of fun.
When it is this hot, dinner becomes a challenge because I don’t want to stand at the stove or oven. Our little apartment holds all that heat when the air is still. Happily, Paul suggested making veggie sandwiches. He made them for us and pretended to be the guy working at Subway. Strange part is, that was Joe’s first job in high school and Paul is probably the only person who thinks that is awesome!the laundry is easy with boys in uniforms. It’s the smallest one who wants to wear crazy outfits (this is one of the last outfits my grandfather bought her that still fits-it’s Easter themed with a baby chick) and I love it.
We visited our favorite free train ride at Goat Hill Junction.These three are the perfect age to enjoy this train ride together. An overcast morning is perfect for a breeze and enjoying the open air.The days are full and the nights are short. But we are having fun as we go in different directions some days and meet back up at the dinner table to share what we have learned.
My kids are super into the Rosemary Wells series starring Max and Ruby. So when they picked up these vampire teeth in the dollar bin at Target I thought they were just getting into the Halloween spirit early.But then I saw the book and I knew right away they were imitating Max with all those colorful teeth. Although his were candy that gushed out jelly.
I love that they are make those connections.
I am also fond of the name “Japangeles” for the area- is where we spent our Saturday afternoon into the evening.
Starting with the Japanese American Museum
featuring an exhibit on the Dodgers was the main reason we went.
As this exhibit closes, there is anticipation building over the upcoming celebration of Hello Kitty’s 40th anniversary. We will surely be headed out there again, next month.
I actually (like any good field trip) learned new information
about the history of this local baseball team in regards to race and equality.
Then we snacked on mochi ice cream
and meandered our way into a restaurant for sushi and ramen.
Although I didn’t capture it on film (no regrets for living in the moment instead of behind the lens). I will make it a point to acknowledge my children tried eel and squid at the shared table. I am proud of their risk taking and willingness to try something new. We have proudly fed them vegetarian meals but realize this is our choice. We want them to eventually decide for themselves if they want to eat meat. I strongly believe their choice should follow after learning or experiencing otherwise for themselves. What was their reaction? They loved the eel and Henry said the fried squid tasted like a worm. But there you have it, all three ate seafood last night.
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.