Archive for June, 2011

Sick

June 26, 2011

Dear Roman,

It feels really good to say “goodbye” to this week. It totally sucked and here’s why-

While on vacation we all caught some nasty stomach bug. I was the first victim falling ill in the middle of the night on our second night away. I was throwing up every hour and feeling like I wanted to… well let’s just say I was the most nauseous I’ve ever felt. Completely lame to feel so sick and forced to stay in the hotel while you, Dad and Charlotte hung by the pool, but 30 hours later I was feeling almost like my old self. Just in time because it was Charlotte’s turn get sick and not far behind was you. The day we had to fly home you and your sister were super sick, so bad that Dad and I considered canceling our flight. But I couldn’t imagine spending another night in the hotel and I so badly wanted you to be sick in the comfort of your home. So we carried you onto the plane and you put to use the lovely vomit bags provided. The good thing was that you were able to pass out and the flight went pretty quickly. But the days to follow weren’t much better. Dad got sick, you were super slow to recover and  it was pretty rough watching you have no energy, no appetite and suffer through stomach pains. Finally a full week later you’re coming around. So adios stomach virus and Hello summer!

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Last Day of School

June 13, 2011

Dear Roman,
I can’t believe how fast your first year at preschool flew by. It seriously seems like yesterday that you entered your classroom and said goodbye to me for the very first time. You learned so much this school year, like how to play with others, make new friends, feel comfortable in different environments. You learned how to sit and listen at circle time and follow direction. From your first day you were totally at ease. Never once did you say you didn’t want to go to school or get upset about the separation. And with good reason, the group of 10 kiddos was the best!

The thing I loved about your preschool was that there was a parent volunteer. That meant that on six different occasions I had the pleasure of hanging out with you and your classmates. The first time I volunteered early in the year there was a lot of “mine” coming from the room. You guys were trying to play independently or with the teachers. But a couple of weeks ago I volunteered for the last time and saw how you and your friends would make up elaborate worlds and play completely together with little intervention from adults. You all knew how to take turns and include others who wanted to play along. Outside on the playground you and your friends organized a game of “monster tag” which meant that some kids ran around trying to get away from a monster and you and your friend Izzie were the super heroes who could stop the monster and save the day. I can tell you I feel completely privileged to have had the opportunity to observe you in this way. I know as you grow and get older my opportunities will become less and less so I soaked up every second of my time spent with you at school.

Next year you’re moving on to a different school. I won’t have the opportunity to volunteer. I’m sure you will love it there too, but for now I’m feeling a little sad that your time at Kirkland Preschool has ended. I couldn’t have asked for a better first preschool experience for you.

And as for all those great friends you made, we’re making sure you still get to see them each week this summer. Every Monday we organized a park meetup and each Thursday we’ll be taking a field trip somewhere fun.

Oh Roman!

June 8, 2011

Buddy,

You make me laugh. You’re not funny in the traditional sense- you don’t put on performances or comedy acts , but in your own quirky way you keep me (and others) laughing. Mostly from stuff that comes out of your mouth.

Like today when your feet fell asleep while sitting on a chair you shouted, “oh man my feet are yawning again Mom!”

You take a weekly swim class and each Thursday afternoon it’s an effort to get you roused to go. “I don’t like swim Mom” is usually what you tell me and sometimes I pretend to care and other times I just move you along with getting dressed and into the car. As soon as we get to the pool you are always so excited to see you friends and the teacher and you forget all about your anxiety about swimming. But this last class you tried a little harder with negotiations. Word for word it went like this- “Mom, there’s no possible way I can go to swim today. Because you see I think I’ve been throating (you meant throwing) up. I’ve been puking all day Mom. Feel me, I have a fever. My stomach hurts. See? I have a cough too.” When those excuses failed to persuade me from changing the plan you continued. “But I can’t move my feet… or my arms… or my head! I can’t move MOM!!!!” To be honest I was smiling and trying hard not to laugh/encourage you, but you totally reminded me of my favorite Shel Silverstein poem Sick. So before we got in the car I pulled the book off the shelf and read it to you. I don’t think you made the connection.

You like to show off your sister. Yesterday Charlotte and I showed up to school a little before pick up and your teacher was nice enough to invite us onto the playground. You were so excited to see us in your space and ran right up to me and said, “I want to show Charlotte to my teacher.” You grabbed your sister’s hand and pulled her to where your teacher was. Then you said, “This is Charlotte. She’s one now. She talks baby, isn’t that funny? But she can say some words like…like… Mom what can she say again?”

You are always up for negotiating food- as in you don’t want to eat any of the meals we provide and would prefer I let you eat from the pantry all day. It never works. Lately though after NOT eating your lunch/dinner you’ll say, “well I’m still hungry and I don’t believe there was a lunch/dinner dessert on my plate Mom.” Nice try Roman!

The other day out of nowhere you started telling me about a dream you had. “I had a bad dream last night Mom.  It was Rancor Monster chasing me and he stubbed his toe and I got away. I can smell my dreams Mom.” I think you meant that you can remember not smell your dreams.

Field Trip

June 1, 2011

Dear Roman,

School is almost out for summer and you just went on your last school field trip. You were one lucky boy because your mom, dad and sister joined you and your friends on a trip to the beach. The goal was to look at “sealife” as you kept telling us. Unfortunately the weather was terrible! Blah! Cold, rainy and windy in typical Northwest style. You guys lasted about 30 minutes before the meltdowns started for reasons like, “I’m cold” or “I’m wet” and “I’m hungry.” Charlotte was still eating sand and playing with barnacles when you decided it was time to call it a day. Even though the trip was a bust it was still nice to share the experience with you. Field trips are the best!