Cookies for Breakfast

   

  This is Sarah's first year participating on a competitive gymnastics team which means this is my first year watching my daughter compete on a competitive gymnastics team.  It's been a learning experience to say the least.  I spent the first few meets pacing and fretting, worrying over every unpointed toe and railing at the judges who clearly didn't see what I was seeing when I watched her routines (because seriously - 10.0 every time!).  Before SG's meet began yesterday I told Joel that I was going to do my absolute best to remain calm and collected throughout the whole entire meet.  It took a lot of effort, but if you asked Joel how it went yesterday, I think he would tell you that I was much less "ahhhhhh!!!!" and much more "well, let's see how this goes."  Sarah's first event was floor, followed by vault, then bars, then beam.  She was having a good meet and after three events she was on track to meet the goals she had set for herself before the meet began. Just one more event and we could call it a morning . . . 

Warning: Video has sound

If you watched the video you may have noticed that at the 1:08 mark the image gets jumpy - that's because my hands were shaking uncontrollably by that point.  Turns out I can only hold the angst at bay for so long then it just overwhelms me. All in all it was a pretty good meet. Sarah exceeded the goals she set for herself (one of which was to have a top three finish), I managed to remain mostly calm (at least on the outside), Owen supported his sister when it was appropriate to do so (and then returned to playing Star Wars Angry Birds), and Joel enjoyed the meet because his wife was a little less crazy than usual.

Back Seat Politician

     I was in the school lobby this afternoon when the results of the mock election were announced.  I posted the results on Facebook because I thought it might be interesting to see how predictive our school's election results might be.  According to the student body at our small (and apparently progressive) Catholic school, Obama received 51% of the votes, Romney received 43% percent, and Other received 6%.  On the way home Sarah told me that she voted for Mr. Obama, but after hearing the results of the election she wished that she had voted for Mr. Romney. Naturally, I asked her why.  "Well," she said, "you can be elected as president twice so if President Obama loses this election then he could run again in 2016 and Mr. Romney could run against him because he would already be president and then everybody could use the same campaign signs."  Apparently she's concerned about what's going to happen to all those Obama/Biden and Romney/Ryan yard signs when the election's over - because it's just wasteful to throw them all away. And just when I thought this election couldn't get any longer, my daughter has figured out a way to make the whole thing drag on for four more years.

School House Rocks

I'm Just A Bill

Green Lantern

Fan Page!

So, you know how at the end of a comic book there's always a page where they publish a few drawings that have been submitted by kids and right next to it there's an entry form that encourages you to submit your drawing for publication in a future edition?  And you know how you think to yourself that even if you took the time to draw a really good picture and you asked your parents for a stamp and an envelope and then you mailed it off to the comic book people there are probably so many other kids mailing in their very own best drawings that there's no way yours will ever get published?  So why bother?  Yeah, my eleven year old doesn't think this way.  He drew a picture.  He asked for a stamp and an envelope.  He mailed it to the folks at Green Lantern.  They published his drawing.  I can state with absolute certainty that if he'd told me what he was doing I would have discouraged his efforts - or at the very least told him not to get his hopes up because the odds of his picture being chosen were pretty small.  I guess it's a good thing he didn't ask me - look what he would have missed out on if he had.



The Green Lantern
by Owen



First Days

First Day of Kindergarten - 2006

He wasn't really all that thrilled to be there

and wanted more than anything to go back

to his preschool classroom at McKendree.

His sister, who was three long years away from Kindergarten,

wanted nothing more than to stay at SBA.

It was a tough morning all the way around.

 First Day of First Grade - 2007

Another first day that he wasn't thrilled about.

This was also his sweet teacher's very first day of teaching.

Miss Trappey turned out to be the right teacher 

at the right time for my then overly cautious little boy.

She helped him have an amazing year and set him

up to believe that new challenges might be scary

but could be worth the risk. She's the kind of teacher

you hope your child encounters somewhere along the way.

First Day of Preschool and 2nd Grade - 2008

This is the first "First Day of School" that

Owen was excited about.  He was ready to be a 2nd grader.

 And I know she's my baby girl, but ohmygoodness 

the cuteness of this picture!  The saddle shoes

and the headband and the teeny tiny jumper that we had

to have altered because even the smallest uniform

jumper was way too big on her.  She quickly realized

that she was the smallest kid in the whole of SBA that year 

and she loved every minute of it. Also, (and I'm probably

 alone in this opinion), I wish that SBA would require all the 

Pre-K and Kindergarten girls to wear these sweet jumpers 

every day just for the adorableness factor alone.  

Also in 2008 - Sarah had a half day of school,

 so I picked her up at dismissal and took her to City Limits 

where she got herself a BIG chocolate chip cookie 

to celebrate finally being an SBA Bear.

Then the two of us went next door to the

Monkey's Treehouse (an indoor play place) before we

returned to SBA to pick up her brother. The three of us stopped

at the Marble Slab Creamery for some ice cream on our way home.

It was a fun first day.

 First Day of Kindergarten and 3rd Grade - 2009

Owen wanted to walk his sister into his

Kindergarten classroom that day. He seemed to be feeling 

nostalgic about his bygone days as a Kindergartner. He tried to help 

Sarah find her cubby and get settled in.  

Of course, Sarah was less than thrilled with his offer of help. 

She wanted to do everything on her own that day

(just like every other day of her life).

I'd like to believe that she was secretly happy 

that he was such an enthusiastic big brother

that morning . . . I'd really like to believe that.

First Day of First and Fourth Grades - 2010

Sarah was excited to be upstairs in the

big school and Owen was thrilled that he and one of his

best buddies were finally in the same homeroom that year.

What I remember most about this first day is Owen giving Sarah

explicit instructions not to bug him ever when she saw him in the hall

or on the playground or in the lunchroom. 

The phrase that comes to mind is, "Yeah, right."

First Day of 2nd and 5th Grades - 2011

As a 5th grader, this was Owen's first year

in the Upper School and he was more than ready to be there.

Being upstairs meant more responsibility and more freedom,

two things his ten year old self was more than ready to take on.

This was also the first year that I wasn't allowed to walk him

to his classroom (at his request). I was both happy and

sad that he wanted to go it alone. Seeing that her brother was successful in 

ditching me, Little Miss tried to do the same thing.  I told her,

"No ma'am, you're stuck with me  until the fourth grade - just like your brother."

Before and after locker pics.  

By the third day of school, he let me come 

upstairs to help.  He successfully 

managed it on his own the rest of the year though.

First Day of 3rd and 6th Grades - 2012

Our easiest "First Day" to date.

Everyone knows the lay of the land they're

both ready to go back to school.

I continued my tradition and walked

Sarah to her classroom so that I could take my traditional

"hey, we found your locker" picture followed by the

"and now we've found your desk" photo opp.

My hope is that someday I'll get to hear my grown-up

kids talk about how embarrassing their mother was

because I insisted (INSISTED!) on making a spectacle

of myself on all those "First Days" when they were little.

I take my job as the "mommarazzi" seriously.

"You have your photos.  You can go now."

   

Forced Relaxation

Our view from the balcony this morning.

Batman

It's our first morning at the beach and I'm trying very very hard to relax.  It's harder than it looks. I feel like I should be doing something - making breakfast, putting on sunscreen, packing beach snacks, blowing up pool floats, organizing the kitchen - something.  My big kids are on the balcony hanging out and chatting with their aunt and their tiniest cousin, who all seem pretty relaxed.  Going to try that "in the moment" thing this week and not worry about what we're doing next. Who cares if we aren't on the beach by 9am? Or if all the good pool chairs get taken?  Or if it rains later today which means that by staying in this morning we've missed all the best sun for the day?  Well,  I do at the moment but I'm going to try to just let it go. We're currently speculating on what the giant bat we can see down on the beach is made out of.  Black sand? Rocks? Seaweed? The shadow of an actual bat hovering somewhere up there?  And given the events of the weekend, is this a scary or a comforting sign?  I don't know.  Even Joel is pondering the deeper meaning of the Batman symbol as he tries to explain the unexplainable to our own eleven year old Batman fan who's dealing with a difficult dose of reality, wondering why anyone would shoot people in a movie theater. Sigh. I'm going to go back to hanging out with the girls, who at the moment are completely enthralled with the doorstop and how it bounces back and forth and back and forth when you flip it.  Seems like a good thing to focus on this morning.

The girls and the door stopper.

My Chickens Are Roosting

       For reasons that I won't delve into here (for fear that the children might read what I write someday), there was a moment very early in our dating life that I looked at Joel and said, "You know, if we ever get married and have children, I don't think you should be allowed to talk to them until they're at least 18."  It was a good plan and one I probably should have stuck to. Once the children were born, however, the day to day business of raising them necessitated that Joel be allowed to converse with them on occasion. I'll admit that things have been running along pretty smoothly for the last eleven years or so, and to his credit, Joel is a fabulous father. He coaches their teams, packs their lunches, and tucks them in at night.  He's also been known to hand out some words of wisdom on occasion (seriously).  But in between all the time he's spent being a great dad, he's also spent a lot of time (and I'm quoting him here) "being awesome."  Actually, Joel would probably say that he spends ALL of his time "being awesome" because awesomeness is not something you turn on and off, it's just something you are. Recently, I've started to see some troubling signs of "awesomeness" showing up in my oldest child.  He's always been a quieter soul and I had assumed (wrongly, it now seems) that he was genetically predispositioned to follow in his mother's more modest hide your light under a bushel basket footsteps.  Without giving too much detail I will explain that my sweet boy's awesomeness awakening began shortly after his eleventh birthday with a request for sleeveless shirts that would allow him to stage his own gun show and has continued to escalate through last night's dinner that resulted in me posting the following on Facebook:

    What I need to do immediately (TODAY!) is take steps to contain the awesomeness that is currently growing unchecked in my offspring - implement a full scale "Awesomeness Management Program" (AMP) if you will. I know that Joel will scoff at my efforts to dial down the level of household awesomeness because he firmly believes that awesomeness shouldn't be contained, but last night's dinner was a wake up call that the time for awesomeness abatement has come. AMP's first message will be simple - 

"Underwear is NOT Outerwear." 

This is an important lesson that both of our children need to embrace (especially the girl child!). I know that I'm facing an uphill battle. "Awesomeness" is relentless and those who are fully immersed in it's grasp tend to disregard anything that suggests to them that they are less than awesome. There are rare moments, however, when awesomeness fails and important life lessons can be introduced, as evidenced by Joel's recent experience in a local Fourth of July 5K. 

"Hubris is Heavy"

I suppose that "Hubris is Heavy" could serve as the foundation for the AMP campaign, but considering that half of my household is now embracing the "underwear as outerwear" life plan, I'm sticking with my decision to start there.  I've got to get some pants on these people.

 

All's Quiet on the Western Front

      I returned home from an outing with Sarah G. this afternoon to find my oldest child lounging about rather listlessly on the couch.  Annoyed, I asked him why he was just laying around in the middle of the afternoon and strongly encouraged him to get up and do something productive.  He dragged himself up to his room and dug around in his legos for a few minutes before returning to the couch and quickly falling asleep.  The falling asleep, that's what got my attention.  This is a child who has never voluntarily napped - never ever - yet there he was sound asleep with his back to the television at 4pm on a Sunday afternoon.  When I walked over and felt his forehead  it was obvious he had a fever.  The thermometer confirmed he had a temperature of 102.5. I proceeded to violate my cardinal rule of parenting which is "Never wake a sleeping baby" and woke him up so I could dose him up with Advil.  Once he was awake, I asked him how he was feeling.  My main concern was whether or not his stomach was upset because while I can remain calm and collected through a wide variety of illnesses, a potential stomach bug in the house sends me spiraling out of control. (Because everyone knows that a stomach bug has GOT TO BE CONTAINED and the key to containing a stomach bug is to catch it early and quarantine the carrier poor little ailing bunny and then hit the entire house hard with Clorox wipes and Lysol. You've got to stay ahead of it if at all possible, that's what I'm saying.)  Owen assured me many many times (because I asked many many times) that his stomach felt fine and he also said (repeatedly) that he was dizzy and his head was hurting." When I asked how long he'd been feeling this way he said, "since I was out running errands with dad."  Interesting.  "So," I asked, "did you tell your dad that you were dizzy and that your head was hurting?"  He had, he assured me. "And what did your dad say?", I queried. "He said we had to get my hair cut before we could go home."

Happier Hair Days.

     When Joel walked in the door a few minutes later I greeted him with a thermometer that was flashing "102.5" because I'm subtle like that. "You're son has a fever," I told him.  "Did he tell you he wasn't feeling good when you were out running errands? Because he says he did."  Joel said Owen  mentioned something about his head hurting and being dizzy while they were out and about, but by the time they got home he was kind of quiet, and in Joel's words - "quiet can be a good thing sometimes."  And as a longtime parent I would have to concur with that statement, quiet can be a good thing - sometimes.  But then there are those other times, LIKE TODAY, when "quiet" can be something else entirely,  like a fever!

     In Joel's defense (because he did defend himself), he said he assumed Owen was just being quiet because he didn't like his haircut.  Have I mentioned the haircut?  Yeah, it did not go well. Joel and I had already exchanged a few text messages along the lines of  OMG WTH did you let the stylist do to Owen's beautiful hair?!?!? It's WAY too short! Joel's reply -

Yes Joel, he does look tough.  And fevered.  And shorn.  On the bright side, he can now shower in mere seconds and he'll finally be able to put his hat collection to good use.  But still, poor poor little bunny.