Thursday, October 25, 2012
Criss-Cross Applesauce
Today I looked out the window of my office into Lucas' classroom and he was sitting cross-legged and reading a book. He looked like such a big boy. Sniff, sniff.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Conversations
Sometimes I find it just amazing that Lucas and I have conversations. So much learning in two short years! It feels like it was just yesterday that I was pregnant and he was kicking me in my ribs!
As Lucas gets closer to making the transition into the Toddler 2 room, he grows increasingly bored in Toddler 1. He loves his friends (Miles, LP, Galena) and his teachers (Katy, Heather, Rachel), but boredom equals naughtiness.
Lucas and Miles, the evil duo, tag team the teachers in throwing toys over the wall. Lucas will throw the toys over one half wall while Miles hits the other side of the room. This makes it nearly impossible to catch both of them in the act. An impish glimmer is in both their eyes.
When I picked up Lucas, having witnessed this event multiple times in the day, I had a conversation with him about his escapades. . .
"Lucas, did you throw all those balls over the wall?" (Multiple balls strewn all over the entry way outside of his classroom.)
"Yeaaah. My throw!" (He looks very proud.)
"Are you supposed to throw toys over the wall?"
(He tries to ignore me.)
"Are you supposed to throw those toys over the wall?" (Trying again.)
(Still ignoring.)
"Lucas . . . Are you supposed to throw toys over the wall at school?" (Third time's a charm?)
"Noooooo." (Still has the impish look).
"It makes your teachers so sad when you throw all the toys Lucas!" (I'm using superb voice inflection here.)
"Yeah! My throw!"
Uh oh. We're in trouble! But, all naughtiness aside, how cool is it that we can have a conversation!? Language development is so cool.
As Lucas gets closer to making the transition into the Toddler 2 room, he grows increasingly bored in Toddler 1. He loves his friends (Miles, LP, Galena) and his teachers (Katy, Heather, Rachel), but boredom equals naughtiness.
Lucas and Miles, the evil duo, tag team the teachers in throwing toys over the wall. Lucas will throw the toys over one half wall while Miles hits the other side of the room. This makes it nearly impossible to catch both of them in the act. An impish glimmer is in both their eyes.
When I picked up Lucas, having witnessed this event multiple times in the day, I had a conversation with him about his escapades. . .
"Lucas, did you throw all those balls over the wall?" (Multiple balls strewn all over the entry way outside of his classroom.)
"Yeaaah. My throw!" (He looks very proud.)
"Are you supposed to throw toys over the wall?"
(He tries to ignore me.)
"Are you supposed to throw those toys over the wall?" (Trying again.)
(Still ignoring.)
"Lucas . . . Are you supposed to throw toys over the wall at school?" (Third time's a charm?)
"Noooooo." (Still has the impish look).
"It makes your teachers so sad when you throw all the toys Lucas!" (I'm using superb voice inflection here.)
"Yeah! My throw!"
Uh oh. We're in trouble! But, all naughtiness aside, how cool is it that we can have a conversation!? Language development is so cool.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Being grateful
A few years ago at work we had a woman, named Alexis, who consulted with us as a public health nurse for our infant program. She was fairly young and just very down to earth. She got pregnant and had a healthy baby boy, but after delivering she found out she had cervical cancer. She ended up being transferred within her department at work and we didn't get to see her much.
I found out today that Alexis died from her cancer this morning. I went to her Facebook page and found she had a blog. I should be sleeping, but I've been transfixed by this blog of Alexis' where she is constantly riddled with cancer. Again and again, it just keeps coming back as she tries to hold into her family and be the best mom to her son she can be.
I am left with a grateful feeling that I must work to hold onto. I have the opportunity to parent, love, and spend time with my son. I have that gift of my health and time, for this moment at least. And even though I'm exhausted from Lucas waking at 4 am, even though my job just might be slowly killing me, even though I am a divorced, single, paycheck-to-paycheck woman, I am so blessed. I have to remember that because living that way will not only honor those who don't get that time with their families, but I think it teaches Lucas, by example, to be grateful as well.
I found out today that Alexis died from her cancer this morning. I went to her Facebook page and found she had a blog. I should be sleeping, but I've been transfixed by this blog of Alexis' where she is constantly riddled with cancer. Again and again, it just keeps coming back as she tries to hold into her family and be the best mom to her son she can be.
I am left with a grateful feeling that I must work to hold onto. I have the opportunity to parent, love, and spend time with my son. I have that gift of my health and time, for this moment at least. And even though I'm exhausted from Lucas waking at 4 am, even though my job just might be slowly killing me, even though I am a divorced, single, paycheck-to-paycheck woman, I am so blessed. I have to remember that because living that way will not only honor those who don't get that time with their families, but I think it teaches Lucas, by example, to be grateful as well.
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