Say it ain’t so!

26 08 2011

This is the scene that awaited us upon returning from vacation.

It's Still Summer!

It’s still summer!

How was vacation?

25 08 2011

It was wet.

Splash #1

And warm.

Alex and Patrick at Lake Michigan

And sunny.

Sailing at Sunset

We’re back!

Why is everybody hugging me?

6 08 2011

Alex asked that to nobody in particular on Friday afternoon as I picked him up from daycare.

Alex and Jia Fang

Alex and Jia-Fang, his current teacher.

He knew it was no ordinary day, though. After almost five years, it was his last day at Bright Horizons. I went to his class in the early afternoon with a tray full of homemade mini-cupcakes as a goodbye treat. Alex very politely gave a cupcake to each of his classmates out on the playground. Three of the girls serenaded him with a song they made up: Happy Last Day to You! And Alex got lots of hugs from teachers and classmates. Some of the teachers have known Alex since he was five months old. They were as amazed as I am that his last day finally arrived. Out on the playground, one of Alex’s favorite long-term teachers, Kidy, fought back tears and told me, “I remember him when he was a baby, and always carried his blanket around…”

“He’s got that blanket in his backpack now!” I told her.

“Save it for him. Give it to him when he graduates high school,” she told me. Just then, though, I had to dart away. On his own, Alex had punched in the door code on the keypad that leads from the rooftop playground to the rest of the daycare. “That’s when you know it’s time to let them go,” I told Kidy as I left. “When they know how to open the door by themselves!”

Alex and Kidy

Alex and Kidy.

One of the nice things about having little boys is they don’t have complex emotions. Alex was a little hyper, and a little happy at having a special day, and a little perplexed at all of the hugs. However, he lives in the moment… so unlike the adults, and maybe some of the little girls, he wasn’t at all sad or nostalgic.

After cupcakes, we picked up Patrick. Before we could leave Bright Horizons, though, Alex wanted to say goodbye to his friends one more time. We did one more trip out to the playground and said our final goodbyes. As we left, his classmate Annika gave him one last hug and said, a little wistfully, “You were one of my good friends.” Yes, I suspect girls are more complex…


Alex and Annika.

Speaking of facepaint

3 08 2011

One from the archives… at the beginning of July, the whole family went to our piano teacher’s wedding. They hired a babysitter for the kids, and the babysitter brought face paints (!). Here’s Patrick Bear, tearing up the dance floor at the wedding:

Dancing King

And this is from today. Another sunny Wednesday, another concert at University Village. Alex waited in line for an hour, quite patiently, to get his dinosaur face mask. I think it was worth it, don’t you? (Going to bed tonight, it still looked like he was wearing eye liner.)


Nana’s Visit

2 08 2011

One worry I have when family visits is our kids will realize how boring and deprived their lives really are.

This past week, Alex was at Jumpstart Kindergarten, a week long “camp” to introduce him to his new school, teachers, and routines. The catch: The camp ran only until noon each day, so we needed someone to watch Alex each afternoon. Nana to the rescue! She flew out here to watch Alex each afternoon.

And she watched Alex’s friend and twin-separated-at-birth, Alexa, until her family could pick her up in the early afternoon.

And, of course, she kept Patrick each day.

And she invited one of Alex’s new classmates over for a playdate. (By all accounts it was a smashing success.)

They went to the library. They played with trains. They bought new books. They enjoyed the summer sun. With all of the activity and attention each day, the boys dropped effortlessly off to sleep each night, exhausted.

So, now that Nana’s returned to the Midwest and our lives return to the normal routine of daycare-dinner-bathtime-bedtime, are the boys going to realize, “Hey! I want more excitement and attention each day, just like when Nana was here!”

(Luckily for us, so far, the answer appears to be no.)

Young Photographer

In the Garden