Monday, September 26, 2011

LBD at 2 and 3/4

  • Ugh.  STOP GETTING OLDER.
  • You have a doll named "T-Y-Yopa."  And you often correct me when I say it because you want to make sure the emphasis is on the Y.  Sometimes she sleeps with you, sometimes she gets big long time outs.  Sometimes we all have to be quiet while she is sleeping.  
  • Sometimes in the morning you will try to do sit ups next to me (meaning sometimes I do that briefly, not that sometimes she participates).  You'll say "Mom, I do hiccups with you." You'll lay down and kind of beat your head against the floor.  Sort of how the "hiccups" make me feel because I can tell they aren't doing any good. 
  • You LOVE to dance.  Case in point: (and btw, your sisters are big fans of this song...only wish I had a video of them singing "Another one pass the test" because that is what they think it is...). And that is C showing sisterly love at the end.

  • Here you are rocking out with Daddy in July and it makes me sad to see how much older you have gotten since then.

    • You still talk about Big Paula and "All the little Paulas."  You occasionally blame them for things.  "Goags, did you spill that?" "No, all the little Paulas did."  It is often Big Paula's birthday "tomorrow," and we have to wrap up 'presents' like rolls of tape, bandaids, dish towels, or art you made. You will often lay out clothes to wear to a playdate at "all the little Paulas" the next day. 
    • You might be a hoarder.  A few weeks ago I switched out a floor lamp in your room for a table lamp sitting on a side table.  Maybe because your sisters have side tables with little cupboards in them for their special things, you immediately became attached to "your side table."  You quickly started putting things on your side table--bandaids, plastic phones, a ball, cards you received, candy.  Sometimes we would be in the middle of something, you'd jump down, grab a plastic bag, throw whatever we were working on in the bag and run back to your room. You'd come back and I'd say "What did you did you do?" and you'd answer "I put the bag on my side table." I recently found one of my oven mitts on your side table.  And God forbid I try to remove something from your side table.  I can't decide if it is cute or prelude to a really bad episode of "Buried Alive."  But for now I will assume it is just your way of having a few things to call your own--something that is hard to do as the youngest in a household of 5.  
    • You still say "What" and "Why" like an old Russian Lady--"Vhat?" "Vhy?"  When we play doctor I am the patient visiting Dr. Baryshnikov--C and D think it is pretty funny. 
    • You are destined to have a lot of cavities.
    • You are a bad parenting test case.  (Show me a kid who loves tv and I will show you a kid who got it early and often).  You already like videos more than C and D.  C and D could take it or leave it and burn out very quickly.  I practically have to force them to watch a movie.  You were exposed to it earlier because of c and d, and you love it.  (I also appreciate now how much having twins made it easier not to show them videos--they had each other to play with).  Your favorites are Chloe's Closet, Caillou, and Berenstein Bears.  You only get Dora on trips because her shows are too long (we do draw the line somewhere), but you love her too.  You also love her because you dance to her song in ballet.  
    • You can swim like a fish.
    • You like school but you are still a little bit of a loner there. You will come home and tell me that you had a treat at snack for someone's birthday.  I will ask you whose birthday and you'll say with wide eyes and a long O, "I dun know."
    • You like to help.  The other night D was on the toilet and she yells to me that she needs my help. D and I both hear you running and yelling...
      • L: "I don't like Dylan!"  
      • D was upset and so was I. Me "Lila, why would you say you don't like Dylan?"
      • L looking at me like I was crazy, "I not say I don't like Dylan. I say "I WILL WIPE Dylan." 
      • And you lunge for the toilet paper while I laugh my *ss off.
    • I spend most of the time with you wishing I could freeze the moment in time and revisit it any time I want for years to come.  I'll eat you up I love you so.


The Payoff

Of my girls, C cuts me the deepest.  She is probably payback for myself.  She takes her frustrations out on me, she is the first one to find fault with me, and she will be the first one to find me embarrassing I am sure.

My first classroom volunteer project is tomorrow in C's classroom. (There are a LOT of volunteer opps at their school.  Nice thing is you see many fathers signing up for them too).  The task is to bring in a cooking project.  "Really?" Andrew asked when I told him.  "Not exactly playing to your strengths are you."

(I decided to take the easy way out and go w/ smoothies btw.  Partly why I signed up so early--to beat out the other under performing cooks. Yet sadly I am still nervous I am going to screw them up).

C has come back each day the past week with some kind of information about the project, including "I found out that you will have 3 kids helping you Mom. I told Doug (her teacher)--in a very nice way--that, despite trying hard, you really were not a good cook, and that you might need extra help."  Nice.

Tonight we were laying out her clothes for school, and in a complete departure from the almost immediate switch to jeans/shorts and a tshirt, she says "I want to wear something fancy tomorrow."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it is MY mom coming to help tomorrow."

Sunday, September 25, 2011

School Update

We are now three weeks into school and here is what I can report:

PRESCHOOL:
At our preschool, they don't want the first school experience to be traumatic, so they ease the kids into separation from their parents.

The first day all the parents stay, and the parents socialize while the kids play.  School is only 1.5 hours.  The second day most of the parents manage to get out at some point.  By the third day almost all of the parents are able to leave with ease.   As much as it was a bit of a hassle, I think it is a much better way to introduce the kids to school.  At C and D's old school they made us leave our screaming crying kids immediately and so a handful of adults were left to soothe crying kids.  For 97% of the kids in Lila's class, the transition to school was calm and pleasant.

Lila, surprisingly, was the 3%.  I thought Lila would tell me not to let the door hit me on the way out.  She has played at the school a lot and does not seem afraid of things. But Lila loves her parents and loves her sisters, and she didn't see much of a need to play with anyone else.  And while she seems developmentally ready for preschool, I am realizing that she is socially young.

I was the last parent there.  Finally even the teachers said "You gotta just leave."  I had a feeling that once I left she would be fine 2 minutes later, and that was exactly the case.  But it was hard to have to pry her off me and leave.  On the upside, I had been there so long that I had less time to completely break down over the fact that I had just sent what might be my last child off to school.

The first few weeks for Lila were clearly a big change for her.  We always talk about how mommys always come back.  In bed at night, as I'd leave her room, she'd ask "Mommy, will you promise to always come back?"

When I would ask her how school was she would say, "It takes a long time for you to come back Mommy," or "Sometimes school is fun, but sometimes school is scary."

She did have another first though...her first ballet class.  And she LOVES it.  At this stage ballet is really more about running around with ribbons and scarves and dancing to Dora.  From the minute I drop the girls off at the bus on Mondays Lila asks "Can we go ballet now?" which goes on until ballet actually starts until 10.  She is in heaven.

She also made her first friend.  Cate lives right across the street from us and we now carpool in the morning.  Cate is younger than Lila but seems older.  And she is one of the really, really sweet girls--the kind of girl you know you'll want your kid to be friends with throughout preschool.  And her mother and I have started running together at 6 in the morning, and I feel like I have made a new friend too.


 And, at 2 years and 8 months, she got her first haircut.




KINDERGARTEN

Kindergarten is a lot of work and a big change.  They are at school more than twice as long as they used to be, and they are exhausted.  And they miss me and they miss being at home.
  • D in particular really miss preschool.  The other day we were listening to It's a Small World, a song they sang at graduation, and D sighed and said, "I don't know what I miss more, Lone MOuntain, or Disneyland."
  • D is definitely a quirky old soul, and she seems to very much get that she just made this big transition in her life.  And she is wise enough to recognize that a beautiful, sweet, amazing door just closed in her life.  And unlike most kids, who can only see the new door in front of them and all that being older brings, D gets that she just left something wonderful (early childhood, her preschool, behind).  The other day she looked sad all of a sudden, and I asked, "D, what's wrong," and she answered morosely, "Sometimes I just forget that I have to grow up to be an adult someday. Yuck."
  • They miss me.  I am thrilled, I admit.  They miss me, and when they see me I can tell that they just let it all go, which means I get the bear the brunt of their fatigue.  But I am glad I can be there every day at 2:30 to pick them up from school. 
  • They miss each other.  They are happy to be in separate classes I think, and they still see each other a lot at school.  And we love the separation because they get along even better now when they are home (unlike at the end of summer when we were always together all the time and everyone was getting on each others' nerves).  But they miss each other.  One night D called me in after bedtime because she was yelling "Mom, I miss my sister!!  I miss my sister so much!" Even though her sister was in the bed next to her.  And the other night we heard them talking after bed, which was unusual, so we went in and found them in one bed, snuggling, giggling, laughing, with flashlights.  And they told us that the kids sometimes tease them when they hug each other as their kindergarten lines pass each other en route to something.
Despite all these things, they still generally seem to love school.
  • C is 'ogsessed' with her teachers.  She thinks they shoot the moon.  I think Andrew feels a bit threatened actually--the girl who thinks he can do no wrong suddenly has two other men in her life.  C acts like her teachers are her friends and she refers to them often.  The other day I forgot something and she said, "That's ok, Doug did that the other day too."  I think she also fancies herself a helper.  On the third day of school she told me "Herschel (he is at our bus stop) didn't know which room he was in, so I brought him to Doug and I said "this little boy doesn't know where to go."
  • C is getting herself in a bit of trouble.  She sometimes talks when she shouldn't and she sometimes has trouble listening.  She told me after day two that ""Doug told me that it was his turn to talk now."  We also got a video of a puppet show that was shown to the entire class, and in the video she was the only one called out for talking when she shouldn't.  She was also the first to raise her hand and ask a question, only she didn't ask a question, she just shared something about herself.  On the upside, she seems to accept her consequences, and part of me likes that she is not a total rules follower.  I wish I could sit in her class because somehow her teachers manage to set rules and give consequences, AND keep the kids happy and positive about themselves.
  • C has also endeared herself to at least one mother in the class by asking her when she showed up to volunteer, "Are you the mom or the grandmother?" The mother really appreciated that one.
  • D is really getting into "Energy Time." Energy time is a blend of aikido, music and movement, and it is meant to foster self-awarenesss, social skills, and conflict resolution.   Her teachers teaches it to all grades.  The first day she told me it was "Boring and it made my legs hurt," but now she is really into it.  She says it teaches "Calmness" and she is all about getting centered and helping us to center ourselves.  I was dubious at first, but now I  am believer and I love the self management skills it seems to be teaching her.  The only thing I don't like is when she uses it against me, like after the 6th time of me asking her to do something and I raise my voice and she says "Mom, you're not centered." Or when I said, "D, I have asked you calmly to do that 4 times and you haven't.  I am about to get uncentered.  Why don't you just do what I ask?" And she answers, "Because I am testing your centering."
  • Generally, they are happy.  C told me the other day that she wished school were every day.  
  • They are busy, physically and mentally.  The other night I asked C to 'best guess' spell something and she looks at me sternly and says, "Mom, my brain is done for the day."
  • Out have gone dresses and in have gone jeans and tshirts.  They are very active at the school and the kids dress accordingly.  Their playground is on a hill and has a creek, so they kids get dirty.  If you ask C what she wants to wear to school, she says "Whatever helps me run the fastest."  She bought a pair of pink running shorts at Target and I have trouble getting her out of them.  
  • We went camping with the class.  One of the fathers organizes a camping trip for each class that his kids are in (our class has the youngest of his 4).  This was our first, real camping.  
    • The night before the girls were a little worried.  D was very worried about bears.  
      • Me: "Who do you think would win, Daddy or the big hungry bear?" 
      • C (with stars in her eyes) "DADDY."
      • D (resigned) "THE BIG HUNGRY BEAR."
      • D:"Why do they let 5 year olds camp in the forest?"
      • Me: Where do you think they should let them camp?"
      • "AT A GOLF COURSE!"
      • P.S.  They had a great time (Lila and I left after dinner, but here she is in the bottom right corner fascinated by the bonfire).


And finally, I think D spoke for every man in America when she opined:
"I like school, except I no longer get to take long and relaxing poops in the morning."



Thursday, September 08, 2011

PRESCHOOL

YaYa started preschool today.  I will spare you my motherly angst about it.  If you know me, you know how I feel about it.

As you can see from the picture, she wasn't that sure about it.  I was surprised because she had visited the school many times before and the teachers are the same for all classes.  I was expecting her to bound into the classroom.  But because of the age range of the school she is one of the youngest kids in her class, and maybe she just felt overwhelmed.  And the Goags loves her mom, her family, and Vilda, and I don't think she saw any reason to spend time with anyone else.

Parents are asked to spend the first day with the kids, and the next few days are very short (normally she will only go T/Th for <3 hours anyway, so you can imagine how short she is going now).  Thus we haven't had the separation yet.  I had expected her to run off and forget about it, but as you can see from the pictures of her clutching andrew, she is not sold on that yet.

And yes, these pictures kind of suck.  It wouldn't be a first day of school if it didn't involve Andrew freaking out about us being late, me freaking out about wanting to get good pictures, and me getting mad at Andrew for freaking out about being late.  For the girls first day of school he had a right--they could not miss that bus.  For this one, I WAS IN THE RIGHT.  And I have the shadowy/too far away pictures to remind me of it.




Not knowing that someday she won't want to leave this plae
Please don't leave me Daddy

I might learn to like this place
I'm a School Girl Now

Friday, September 02, 2011

And on the third day...

D cracked her head open.

I was actually running with L by the water, thrilled by my new found freedom and wondering if this was what it was going to be like from now on (I am writing this 6 weeks later and I am sad to report, it isn't).  I look down at my phone and see that I missed a call, and all I hear is "Dylan, head, hospital" and I break into a sprint.  Andrew called a minute later, told me D fell and we needed to take her to the hospital.  I huffed it to the car and sped off (btw I should have added speeding tickets into the cost of sending my kids to school there because getting one this year is inevitable.  Yes I can get to their school in 17 minutes, no, not driving the speed limit).

Andrew and I both made it to school at same time.  It was a bit of a "yes I sent my kids to school far away" moment for me.   She had class pictures that day and I had told her not to hurt her dress.  She had blood all over it as she fell in to Andrew's arms.  She had gotten her legs caught up in her chair as she was trying to move the chair out but had her hands full of apples for snack.  She fell back and hit her head on the ledge of a shelf, giving herself a pretty big gash.

We drove over to the CMPC children's ER, 152 steps from our apartment.  It was amazing.  They started by giving her a choice of about 100 movies (she picked Finding Nemo).  Then a nurse came in and, using a doll, showed D exactly what they were going to do.  She watched Nemo for 40 minutes while the numbing ointment took effect.  She cried pretty hard as the 2 staples went in but was quickly given a sticker and popsicle.

All you need to do is look at the picture to see how Pippa felt about all this.  She got to spend the day with her sister (she misses them something awful right now), she got to watch a video, she got a sticker, she got to play with a doll, and she got a popsicle. What is not to love? She was in heaven.

Before school
At ER




2 Staples