Archive for September, 2011

Telling Stories

September 29, 2011

Dear Roman,

This afternoon was spent at the park with your best buddies Izzie and Nicholas. The three of you are really cute together and it’s been amazing to watch how you have grown from kids who needed adult supervision to what you are now- three kiddos totally capable of playing, sharing, interacting together. It couldn’t have been more apparent to me today. From the moment we arrived you were off playing and running around. You only briefly checked in with me to request a snack and water. Then it was off for more fun. At one point the three of you made your way to a corner in some grass farthest away from where the moms were standing. Through my chit chat with the other moms I noticed you sitting in a circle talking about who knows what. You guys looked so grown up hanging out so far away. It still takes be by surprise to realize that you in fact are that kid. Anyway, on the way home we had a little conversation that went like this:

YOU- Mom do you know why Nicholas and Izzie and I went to the other side of the park?

ME- No why?

YOU- Because we were telling stories and we didn’t want you to hear.

ME- Oh really? What kind of stories?

YOU- Well I told a story about a boy who pumped his stomach up and up and up until it popped!

ME- Hmm. That’s creative.

And that’s when I realized, you really wanted separation from me. You know, so you could be a kid with your friends. Tell silly stories and laugh and joke and play games in the privacy of your own space. WOW you’re growing up so fast!

First Week of School

September 15, 2011


Dear Roman,

This week was a really big week for you. It was the first week of school- a different preschool with new teachers and friends to get to know. What a fantastic week it was.

St John’s Preschool is right in our neighborhood which means if the weather is nice we can walk. And since it didn’t rain this week we took advantage of the opportunity. The first day of school you were filled with excitement and anticipation as we walked to class. On our way you were telling me how “four year olds act” which in your eyes you might as well be an adult and you practically skipped the entire way. As soon as you opened the school door you were greeted by your 3 teachers and shown the first of many routines- find your name written on a picture of an owl, velcro your owl to a spot on a tree on the wall and then put your bag in your cubby. All of which you did with great concentration. Then you slowly walked into your classroom, gave me a hug and kiss goodbye and went straight to the book section. One of your teachers joined you and started reading your book of choice. Of course I stuck around a little to watch how you adjusted, but I really didn’t need to. You were totally fine in the new environment.  And that was that. Another “first day of school drop off” success story. Two and a half hours later Charlotte and I were back to pick you up. The designated wait area is out in the hall, but your class door has a window so I couldn’t help myself and took another peek in. You were sitting in a circle with all your classmates and a teacher was sitting in a chair talking and and encouraging dialog between kids. Then she dismissed you one by one out into the hall where the eager parents stood. I got a huge hug and kiss from you the minute you exited and then you were talking a mile a minute about school- you made play-doh and got to take it home, you learned how to say colors in Spanish but couldn’t remember, your teacher read a funny book about a dog that goes to school, you had yogurt for snack and it was good, you liked playing outside and oh yeah you played Mr. Potato Head with your buddy Sawyer. Then as we were getting ready to walk back home some of your new friends asked if you wanted to go get pizza for lunch. Of course you were thrilled (Zeek’s pizza is your favorite) and before I could say “yes” you were holding hands with a chain of four kids and walking down the street in front of me.

The next day at preschool was just as successful. Your teachers wanted to make sure you got to celebrate your birthday in class since school started after your big day so Tuesday was designated “Roman’s special day” at school. I was given an “all about me” poster to work on with you so that you could bring it and share with your class. You were also allowed to bring something for show and tell and I made chocolate rice crispy treats for snack. Charlotte and I were invited to join in the celebration and I watched you tell the class about your best friends (Sawyer, Izzie, Nicholas, Bodhi), favorite color (blue and grey), what you want to be when you grow up (coast guard), favorite food (cob on the corn and french fries) and that you have a fish named Calvin. Then it was time for show and tell. You brought your guitar (favorite possession) and let all 13 kids take a turn at playing it. Your friends sang happy birthday and then you enjoyed the crispy treats. It was all so adorable I couldn’t stand it.

In just a week I already feel like this preschool is home for you. We see so many familiar faces in the halls of friends we’ve known from other classes or from the neighborhood. Your teachers are beyond nice and professional. Each day you’re given a helper job in class which is perfect for you since you love a task. Class is organized and structured, but fun and nurturing. I really think it’s going to be a great school year!

Birthday Party

September 6, 2011

A few weeks before you turned 4 we threw another joint birthday party with your best pal Izzie. All of your friends were invited to a costume party- You picked Zorro as your costume of choice and asked that Charlotte dress as Wonder Woman. Super Heroes, race car drivers, Buzz Lightyear, various animals and lots of princesses gathered at Turtle Park to overdose on sugary treats, enjoy some face painting and have lots of fun. Handmade wands and super hero masks served as the party favors.  All in all it was yet another memorable celebration.

Happy Birthday!

September 5, 2011

Dear Roman,

You’re 4! That’s so big kid.  It was a long journey for you over the last year with lots of ups and downs, but look at all you’ve accomplished.

Over this last year you conquered potty training, gave up your pacifier, started preschool and met all sorts of new friends. You tried soccer and loved it. You learned to swim and overcame your fear of water.

You learned how to be a big brother and a really good one at that. You share your toys with your sister and ask Charlotte to join in your fun. You look after her, she means the world to you. The two of you carry on conversation (even though she barely talks) and play together all day long. Besides playing with Charlotte you’ve learned how to play on your own as well. Hardly believe I can say that since you were so the kid who needed constant interaction, but you’ve really matured this past year. You’re able to go off and pretend play or look through books in your room without mom by your side. You’ve learned how to play with friends too. The playground and park served as the perfect spot for you and your buddies to work on taking turns, sharing, deciding what to play. You’ve slowed down a lot lately- as in you’re pausing and stopping to notice the world around you instead of go go going as a toddler. You’ll sit still long enough to enjoy a morning walk down to the coffee shop where you, Charlotte and myself share pastries and steamers… sitting at a table in a chair instead of eating on the run.  You’re a thinker who asks questions about everything and ponders right vs. wrong constantly. The conversations we’ve been having can definitely get pretty deep.

You still love, LOVE music and instruments. You make up songs and play your guitar every single day. You also go crazy for books. You love anything Star Wars, super hero, action figure, astronaut related. You like building and creating, pretending to “fix stuff” and playing with Legos.

So Happy Birthday to our super creative, thoughtful, generous, social, sensitive kid. 4 years ago today you started teaching your mama what life is really all about and I’ve never been the same. I love you kid!

xo,

Mom