Monday, August 31, 2015

Go!

School went very well today. I am super proud of all three of my kids.

Here is where I would normally post photos of them on the first day, but I forgot (FORGOT!) to take photos, so instead I'm going to give you some drawings. I gave my kids a daily schedule when I worked this summer—a schedule that included art time. I have a whole series of blog posts planned featuring the art created then, and today I will start with what I had them draw the last day Sam babysat for me over the summer.

I told them to draw pictures of themselves at school.

The fact that they'd been doing art all summer and were tired of it may have something to do with the haphazard writing and drawing, but they still pretty accurately capture what my kids think of school.

For example, Sam considers school to be little other than a venue to create music.

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I like that the bassoon is 18 feet tall.

Quinn, quite obviously, was in denial about the whole thing,

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Welcome to the terrifying school of enormous cats. Quinn is apparently the dean.

My kids evidently have some difficulty with drawing to scale.

Aaaand then there is Jack. Jack's art made me worried that he is planning some sort of shenanigans at his school.

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Let’s hope that Jack’s vision of being kicked out of school is aspirational rather than prophetic.

Reality may be nothing like their drawings (except in Sam's case), but so far, so good.

(KNOCK ON WOOD.)

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Ready...Set...

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I am writing this the day before I send my kids back to school. We just put them in bed. Alex literally just said to Sam, "You can read 30 minutes of Euclid before you have to turn out your light." I don't understand either of those gentlemen. The other two are discussing Super Mario. Them, I get.

So, school. On the one hand, I am going to miss my kids when they're at school. We had a lot of fun this summer and I've really enjoyed getting mass quantities of time with them. On the other, more important hand, I am going to have two days at home every single week without ANYONE to ask me for stuff, to drag along on errands, or to break up fights between.

I was a little worried about the start of school, especially for Quinn, because about halfway through summer he started dropping to the ground and erupting in sobs anytime I mentioned it, but I spent a couple of weeks supersaturating him in the idea of school in an effort to desensitize him to his distress. It seems to be working. KNOCK ON WOOD.

We did the bulk of our school shopping last week, when I dragged the munchkins to the mall for shoes, pants, and school supplies shopping. In retrospect, it might have been a mistake to try to do everything in one trip.

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I posted this photo on Facebook and it turns out that we weren’t the only family to be entirely undone by back-to-school shopping.

Since then, we've been doing things to prepare for tomorrow, but it all really kicked into gear today because we are nothing if not procrastinators. I spent some time with each kid today setting up their binders for school.

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Part of this was the important task of decorating said binders, mostly with photos and drawings of cats.

Did I mention that we are procrastinators? We also spent part of the day finishing up summer homework packets.

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This is Jack writing about what her learned from his 300-page, adult-level chapter book that he finished last week. Like a boss.

Sharky helped us with our work.

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And by “helped,” I mean, “caused as much trouble as possible.”

I also had to complete a project for Quinn. Quinn and I went to visit his school last Thursday to meet his teachers before open house. (We also went back on Friday for open house. See: supersaturation) When we were there, we discovered that both of his teachers are cat people. One of them showed us a photo of her late cat, which she'd made into a magnet.

*bing!* *lightbulb!*

As you may have noticed, Quinn's cats are very comforting to him. Last year I put photos of his cats in his binder. But, for some bizarre reason, Quinn has a locker this year (he's in 5th grade). After seeing his teacher's cat magnet and the metal lockers, one of which he will be assigned, Quinn and I agreed that we'd make magnets of his cats.

Thus began the search for suitable photos, followed by printing, cutting, laminating, cutting, gluing, cutting, and eventually showing Quinn the finished product, which, if I do say so myself, is fucking amazing.

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I made a Quinn magnet, so he could be surrounded by his furry buddies.

We've bought lunch food and written down bus route numbers, we've attached emergency house keys to backpacks, and I have bravery M&Ms on standby in case Quinn needs some encouragement to get on the bus.

Let's hope things go well and that the three munchkins have a good start to the school year.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Once a Cheetah, Always a Cheetah

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I had to send a really sad email today. Jack has decided to take a break from hockey this year. After much (much) inner-family discussion on the topic, it was time to tell his coaches.

They were wonderful. Once a Cheetah, always a Cheetah, one said. Jack has been a central part of the Cheetahs, another said.

Jack is welcome back anytime, both of them declared.

I am going to miss that team, I tell you. I'm hoping that Jack will change his mind and want to go back next year or the year after. I told him about what his coaches had said and I swear I saw his eyes get a little watery. When I asked him if he might want to go back in a year or two, he said he might and he looked happy at the thought.

I hope he does. After Jack's diagnosis, the Cheetahs were our first real-life safe space among other families who understood us. The kindness of the coaches, the support of the other parents, and the leadership of Jack's older teammates meant the world to us at a time when we needed it so very badly.

Those of you who have been here for a while know how much the Cheetahs mean to us. The tournament trips Jack and I took with the team were like nothing else I've experienced. The friends I've made rink-side and in the locker rooms are very dear to me. Watching Jack connect with his coaches and teammates and loving to skate has been priceless.

No matter what happens in the future, I am so grateful for this team and all the people involved in it—athletes, coaches, parents, mentors, everyone. Thank you. We love you.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Everyone Learned Something

School starts in less than two weeks, so it seemed like it was time to start work on my kiddos' summer work packets. We are aaaaaalmost done with Jack's math assessment test that he is supposed to do before he continues on to complete an hour of math each week during the summer through his school's online math service.

God, we are losers.

Quinn is done. He didn't have a lot. Or I didn't see that he had a lot. Either way, really done or not, he is done done.

I think Sam is done with his math. Frankly, I'm too dumb to help him with it, so you'd have to ask Alex about that. I do know that he is still working on his reading stuff. He has to read two books and write about one of them. I know he's still working on it because for the first book, he read the same book I just finished. Now, I'm reading a young adult book and he's reading The Iliad for his second one. Showoff.

Jack had to read a fiction and a nonfiction book this summer. This posed a challenge. He enjoys reading, but he's never been a chapter book reader, preferring comic books and other books with lots of graphics. I've spent the past four years buying every Diary of a Wimpy Kid-esque book I could find because he would deign to read (some of) them.

I've been working on coming to terms with him not being a voracious reader like his brothers. Books are a big deal in my life, so it is weird to me that there are people who just don't love to read. I'm married to one, so I know you can grow up to be a happy, successful, non-pleasure reading person, but c'mon, books are our friends.

I can't even count the number of books I've put in front of Jack, hoping that he'd love to read it only to have him get through one chapter and say, "But I don't want to read Harry Potter/The Hunger Games/Danny, Champion of the World/The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy."

Finding books for Jack's summer reading seemed daunting. He and I did a lot of negotiating before he agreed to read the first Warriors book for his fiction book. Each day, I made him sit down and read a couple of chapters. He absolutely loved it—although when I asked him if he wanted to read the next one in the series, he was all, "no thanks!"

Getting him through that book wasn't easy though. I'd have to remind him to read it and he'd ask for a break after every chapter. Considering this was a fiction book about cats, I was worried that he'd balk at the biography of John Adams I'd picked out as his nonfiction book.

I kid. But really I had no idea what to suggest. He doesn't read nonfiction books.

But then I remembered. I remembered that he does read nonfiction. He reads it on the internet every single day when he pores over wikis about Mario and Luigi and various other Nintendo things. I searched online for books about video game history and found some. After consulting with him, I got him an adult-level chapter book and, without consulting with him, I also got him an illustrated history of video games.

I figured if he couldn't hack the first book, I'd let him read the second book. If he liked the first book, I'd give him the second for Christmas. When Jack finished his fiction book, I almost didn't even ask him to read the chapter book, considering jumping straight to the illustrated history.

But Jack remembered me asking him about the chapter book and when I told him he needed to start the nonfiction book, he said, "The Mario one? Can— I mean, do I have to read now?"

Then he sat down and read happily an for a long time.

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He's been reading that book for three days and he's on page 140. This is unprecedented.

Huh. I guess this is his way of telling me that he doesn't want to read the stack of books *I* think he should read, but he would like to read something he's actually fucking interested in, thank you very much, and I should (a) stop underestimating him and (b) offer him books of interest to him.

Well. It looks like I got my summer learning as well.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

A Visual Tour of Summer Thus Far

I haven't been around here much this summer, but we have been very busy, nonetheless. I haven't written about it as we've lived it, but I want to share some of my favorite photos from the summer—so far.

Let's start with the face I found in the wall of the bathroom at work.

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He looks sad, doesn’t he? I suppose that’s because he has to live in the bathroom.

Okay, that one was a little weird, I know. This next one is better. We took Jack and Quinn to Medieval Times for their birthdays, but for various reasons, we had to do it in June instead of in May, their birthday month. So shortly after school let out, we collected one close friend for each of them and took them to the castle.

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I only wish Medieval Times didn’t cost a million dollars, so we could have added a couple more cute backs of heads.

We also found more cut-rate ways to enjoy summer.

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It’s the world’s worst swimming pool.

We should remember that this is also the summer of new white kittens. I have several billion photos of them. This one includes Sam.

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This is Pickles. Pickles is ridiculously cute. Sam is okay.

We went to the Baltimore Aquarium one day. Jack's favorite part may have been the one part that had no animals.

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I love it too.

We colored Sam's hair now and again with varying degrees of success.

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He did, however, successfully spend the summer growing his hair.

As always, we had a lot of interspecies interaction.

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This went better than either the gerbil fight that resulted in chaos and a tetanus shot OR the gerbil escape that resulted in chaos and cat vs. gerbil vs. human shenanigans.

The fourth of July was fun. We used to walk down the street to the park to watch local fireworks, but since we moved, we couldn't do that this year. So instead, we spent it on the roof of Alex's office building. It was cool.

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ut not as cool as Jack in this photo.


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And here is Sam looking patriotic and handsome.


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And here is Quinn celebrating hot dogs.


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Jack didn’t care for most of the food, so he ate a lot of plates like this, leading me to make multiple jokes about Cracker Jacks.


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It was a really cool night. Furthermore, there was a strategically placed flag that made the fireworks even better.

We also went to a little zoo where you can feed animals.

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I think Quinn dropped this particular pellet, resulting in one very disappointed goat.

There was, however, at this same zoo, an aviary where you could feed budgies. Everyone REALLY enjoyed this area.

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This budgie, for example. His enjoyment was palpable.


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Jack got pooped on a little. He was all, “What do I do?” and I was all, “Wipe it on my shirt,” because that’s what moms do.


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This was Quinn’s favorite part of the zoo day.


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Sam loved the bird fight over his bird food.

In case we ever need to suddenly flee the country, we got passports for the group of us. In some sort of miracle, all three of my kids cooperated for their official photos. I'm thinking of asking the post office to take our Christmas card photo.

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Alex already has a passport, but he’s definitely part of the fleeing the country plans.

We went to a concert where the National Symphony Orchestra played music from Pokemon video games while they showed Pokemon footage. Shortly before intermission, Quinn had to urgently go to the bathroom. Then he had to urgently eat a soft pretzel.

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Pretty sneaky way to trick him into a symphony concert—that he actually enjoyed!

We also went tubing on a river, which each of my children enjoyed in a different manner.

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Sam took the mellow approach.


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Jack preferred an in-river experience.


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And Quinn was FULL immersion.

You may have noticed that my kids like water. So we got on the wait list for our neighborhood pool and got a half-summer guest membership. We are working hard to get our money's worth.

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See how hard they’re working?

I've still been struggling to run, but I'm working my way back—and I even ran a race that I had to get up at the crack of dawn for.

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almost skipped this race because I was tired and didn’t want to run, but I made myself do it and it felt great. I’m trying to remember that feeling.

This has also been the summer of music for Sam. I feel as if I've been spending all of my free time driving him and his bassoon places.

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He had a camp where he performed in his very first woodwind quintet. I don’t have a photo of that to share here though because the nature of a quintet means there were four other people in the photo.

Did I mention the kittens?

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These two kittens are like magic. They are so sweet, with each other and with us.

And with that, I leave you with one last photo, taken today. Hopefully the rest of summer will provide just as many good memories.

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Happy Summer!