Monday, October 31, 2011

Halloween - The Morning Issue


The morning was interesting. A perfect Monday Halloween. William wouldn't get his costume on, wouldn't be in a picture, didn't want to go to school, was too tired, was too bored. It went on. But obviously he got all Optimus Primed up and away he went while his sister, Laura Ingalls, couldn't stop beaming. Until...

Go back to about a week ago when Scott thought it would be fun to watch some Pink Panther cartoons with the kids on Netflix. William thought they were hilarious, Rosie screamed and ran out of the room. So...

We go back to this morning when we walk into the yard, up to the door where her lovely, young and smiling teacher is waiting for her, dressed as none other than a very big and very pink Pink Panther. Rosie stopped dead in her tracks and kind of did that paralysis thing kids do. How bad was it that Scott and I had trouble keeping ourselves from laughing, even the teacher thought it was pretty funny. We managed to get Rosie to go into the classroom, but she was a very mute, somewhat petrified Rosie/Laura Ingalls.

What were the chances! To give the teacher credit, it was a pretty awesome costume :)

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

We're Fine!


Haven't written in ages, I know. So many things going on. Realized the other day I'd left the blog hanging with the bully incident. Of course everything went fine, the principal talked to William and to the class about respect. Luckily grades ones don't often go for revenge :)

We spent yesterday with Aunt Bonnie in Toronto, our old stomping grounds, playing at our old Dufferin Grove park, buying toys and coffees at our old mall. Scott spent some time with a colleague from York while we played and then we all met up afterwards for some fancy lunching in the food court where once upon a time I used too eat far to many New York fries to soothe my pregnant cravings.

It was definitely a treat day, a busy day, a happy day. It always is with her.

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Friday, October 7, 2011

Some Things



So today has been a day of figuring things out. Last night William came home from school, very in control and happy, but told me that he'd had trouble in the yard at recess. I posted last time about his success with the fireman's pole and yesterday when he was about to go down it again, boys from the grade 1 english class (not french :) stood around the bottom and wouldn't let him down. William told me he repeatedly asked them to move and they yelled up at him "don't make us come up there" and then they did start to climb up to William, who jumped down and began to run and look for a teacher. This happens, I know, but the unsettling bits are that a) he couldn't find a teacher, b)he had to keep running from the boys until he somehow through them off and hid, and c) when he told his afternoon teacher what had happened, her response was, 'Did you ask them to stop? Because you really should have asked them to stop." I think this last point - the subtle blaming the victim take - was what upset Scott and I the most. Even William said to me, 'I think I asked them to stop, I don't remember, but it's not really my job to tell them to stop doing something they should know it wrong." Smart kid. So we did call the school, Scott did, just to ask what the school's take on bullying is and how it would be handled. Last we heard today, the principal was going to talk to William and she was going to use this situation to teach the grade ones more about respect. William told me, "I wasn't scared Mommy, I just really, really didn't like it, they took away my fun." But at least he didn't mention it this morning and it showed no signs of keeping him from being excited about school. He loves it and I'd just hate to see anything curb his enthusiasm. I'll admit, it really sucked being hit with this reality, didn't see it coming. If anyone reading this has any advice, please share!!

So today is my last writing day until next Wednesday. I'm editing a story I wrote since school start, hoping to maybe and actually submit it somewhere. I think it's good, just needs hard editing and some more punch to it. I've been juggling so many goals or thoughts of goal right now, wondering if I should just jump in and do them all or cut some out. I keep thinking of yoga, but not going. But did do a run (20 min)this afernoon when I needed a break and clear my head a bit. I think I'm going to try to start getting up a bit early the next few days, maybe tackle an early morning yoga challenge. We'll see, I'll need to work up to it I think. I'm definitely still floundering a little with this new freedom, but I think that jumping in will keep me going, it feels good.

Now off to get the kids soon, hopefully William had a good day. Than off to Bailey's to food for dinner and enjoy the night with maybe a family movie to kick-off this holiday weekend!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

One of Those Days

As in, one of those perfect days. I knew I had to go back to the school just after noon so I let myself indulge this morning in sun and my book in the backyard. Then off I went to help with the JK class trip to Nauman's Pumpkin farm. Rosie loved it, the sun, the orange everywhere, and the hay jumps. She was glowing from the moment we stepped on the bus. Couldn't get enough of the newness of being a big girl. I was just happy to be with her and be outside.





It was a big day for William too. After days of debating the pros and cons of possibly conquering the fireman pole at school (and practicing on some smaller ones at other parks) he did it! I love the doubt that he will actually do it on Rosie's face in this picture. But he did and he was proud! As he loves to say right now, 'je suis tres tres bon!'





And then an early Thanksgiving dinner with the Neufelds finished off the day with sheer insanity. It was perfect. We were smart in having a kids table and then letting them dash off and play in the backyard until it was dark, which surprisingly wasn't that late. Good grown-up time.


Yep, a keeper of a day for sure.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Mary



I want to write with quiet hands.

from Mary Oliver's poem, 'Everything', New Poems, 2004-2005.

Weekending

Cold weekend, gorgeous sun, pumpkins, apple cider (which William pretended was his first coffee), Martin's Apple Fest, getting lost before getting to apple fest in a van that desperately needed gas and was far from a gas station, bouncy castles, sweaters, socks, bought a printer, made paper villages and Transformers, went to church, did laundry, read books, borrowed a Globe and Mail for a treat from a friend who was away, new Feist cd to listen to, baked granola bars and cheesy biscuits to go with last nights sqaush soup, the littlest of us dreamt of her birthday which is only a month away, and a big finale of Doctor Who. Couldn't get much better.

A rainy day here, me on my own rewriting a story I wrote last week. About to get more coffee, wearing my favourite sweater. Let's keep this up I say!!