Archive for June, 2008

Today you are four.

Dear BC,

Today you tur­ned four. My baby. Four. When did that happen?

When I think back on how much you’ve grown up this year, I’m simply blown away.

We were cam­ping on your third birth­day last year with our dear friends. This was our first major cam­ping trip as a family. You loved every bit of it. Soon after the trip, we drove down to Indian Wells to attend Grandpa’s con­fe­rence. This was your first expe­rience in a hotel. You were espe­cially exci­ted that Non­nie let you eat Fruit Loops out of a wine glass. Now that’s living it up!

You began preschool in Sep­tem­ber, and took to it like a fish to water. I always knew that school would be a happy place for you! Daddy and I atten­ded your win­ter and spring per­for­man­ces. You were cen­ter stage each time. And after every song, you’d give Daddy a thumbs up, because you just knew how proud he was of you. Man, I loved that! We also met with your teachers for two con­fe­ren­ces this year. In each con­fe­rence your teachers told us what a lea­der you were. You were always willing to lend a hand to a team­mate in need, set an exce­llent exam­ple, and do the right thing, all the time!

My heart beams with pride.

In Decem­ber you lear­ned how to read sim­ple words as we drove down to San Diego. Six months later, you can pretty much sound out most words you come across. I knew you ‘got it’ around March when we were eating din­ner at Bucca de Beppo and you asked me what (pho­ne­ti­cally) “Las-a-gn-a” meant. Lasagna? Seriously? Today you can read sim­ple books such as Hop on Pop by Dr. Seuss… although you’d really rather be pla­ying than rea­ding. Which I honor. You are only four, for good­ness sakes!

Santa brought you a bike this year for Christ­mas. We knew that you’d be riding like a champ within a few months. And true to your form, you began riding your two whee­ler without trai­ning wheels around April. Now you are an expert. You can ride on dirt, over grass, up and down side­walks, around sharp cur­ves… anywhere and everywhere. You love riding your bike more than just about anything else.

This year you matu­red so much. You’ve begun to calm down. You, not often, play inde­pen­dently pushing cars around, dra­wing pic­tu­res, wri­ting words, and gene­rally doing things more by your­self. You also have lear­ned the art of kee­ping quite… more often. Let’s be honest. You are in NO WAY an inde­pen­dent child. You’d pre­fer to talk my ear off, and play with me 100% of the time. But you CAN be inde­pen­dent every now and again. Phew! What a relief for your Daddy and me!

You often walk around the house spe­lling words, “M-o-m-m-y-e please help me!!” “I want to go to the g-y-m!!!” “I want some j-u-s, please!!”

You are your daddy’s appren­tice. Anything he needs you to do, you do, imme­dia­tely. This is so cool!

I’d have to say that your best attri­bu­tes cen­ter around your desire to make peo­ple feel com­for­ta­ble. You still always greet and com­pli­ment adults and chil­dren alike. You tell them they look beau­ti­ful, they were nice, etc. It is so cool! And oh so mature!

But the thing that makes me beam with pride is your deep desire to help in a cri­sis. There have been a few times this year where your sister’s been hurt badly, and we nee­ded your help. Fas­ter than we could blink, you’d already got­ten her blan­ket, ice, and anything else you could think of that would com­fort her. You’d then stand at atten­tion awai­ting any direc­tions from Daddy or me. How cool is that? Let’s be honest, you totally get this ama­zing heroes­que attri­bute from Daddy and sooo not from me!!

You are one awe­some kid. My eyes well as I try to grasp the per­son you are beco­ming. Your great­ness overwhelms me. You have poten­tial to be anything and everything your heart could dream up.

Happy Birth­day, kid. I love you.

Love,
Mommy

P.S. Thanks for taking an extra long nap today! And thank you even more for STILL taking naps at the age of four… Dang, how’d I get so lucky?

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Happy Birthday to you!

Today was BC’s fourth birth­day. Isn’t it ama­zing how days feel like years, but years fly by like days?

Tomo­rrow I’ll have a let­ter to BC pos­ted, but for today, I’ll leave you with a few pic­tu­res from BC’s birth­day party yesterday.

This is BC just before he blew out his cand­les on his home­made Spi­der­man Cake. (Details to come!)

BC eagerly anti­ci­pa­ted this birth­day for many months. And this was the moment.

During the pinata, our family uses an aty­pi­cal “bat” aka baton, and shouts, “Get on the ground… stop resis­ting!” Ya… maybe that story is bet­ter left off my blog. :-) Notice the jum­per house in the back­ground! It had a 10 foot Spi­der­man han­ging off the top! AWESOME!

Even my little dar­ling eClaire got a few nice shots! Right in the jugu­lar… poor Spiderman!

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How many parts equal a whole?

Dear Nanette:

Con­gra­tu­la­tions! Your appli­ca­tion for the Master’s degree and/or Tier 1 cre­den­tial pro­gram in the Depart­ment of Edu­ca­tio­nal Lea­dership at Cali­for­nia State Uni­ver­sity has been pro­ces­sed and I am plea­sed to inform you that you have been accep­ted in to the Edu­ca­tio­nal Lea­dership Pro­gram star­ting Fall 2008.

Deep breaths, Nette. Deep breaths.

As of August 25th, I’m a part-time stay at home mom, part-time teacher, and part-time stu­dent. And part-time going insane.

Hubby and I deci­ded that now is the best time for me to go back and gain a Master’s degree. Now, when the kids are still small, when Hubby has a bit of say over his work sche­dule, and when I’m wor­king part-time.

Now, before the kids hit ele­men­tary school and my part-time gig is up.

My ulti­mate goal is to end up in administration.

There, I said it. I don’t want to be a teacher for the rest of my life. I LOVE teaching, but just can’t see myself doing it for the next 25 years.

So I’m taking steps right now to ensure I have the oppor­tu­nity to pur­sue a career in admi­nis­tra­tion when it fits our family.

Deep breaths, Nette, deep breaths.

How hard can a Master’s degree be? I mean, let’s be honest. Get­ting a BA in Libe­ral Stu­dies, Ele­men­tary Edu­ca­tion was SUCH a piece of cake for me. I took no less than 20 units each semes­ter. It was a breeze.

Honestly, I didn’t, not one sin­gle time, have to write a ten page essay. Not. Once. And let’s not even talk about the EASY math clas­ses teachers get to take…

This should be a breeze, right?

Right…

Right??!!

OH MY GOSH.…Please tell me I’m right.

It didn’t occur to me until lite­rally last week that I may actually have to WORK for my pen­ding degree. Like read BOOKS, do PROJECTS, and write PAPERS.…LONG papers.

Deep breaths.

So I enter this sum­mer, with exci­te­ment, anti­ci­pa­tion, and a fear beyond any I’ve felt for a long time.

I’m going to be a stu­dent again.

Holy Crap.

A stu­dent.

I fully expect the night of August 24th I’ll have all kinds of wacky dreams where I head off to school without my pants on, arrive late without my books, and pro­bably have a screa­ming kid in tow.

Deep Breaths, Nette. Deep breaths.

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The, the new Duh

In our house we out­law words as often as we chan­ged our under­wear… almost every day.

The basics have been ban­ned. You know, “What the hell” and “Damn it”. Even “Shit,” and “Oh my God!” are out.

But DAMage…not out. As pas­sio­na­tely as BC tells me that it IS a bad word, I just don’t buy it. Yup, DAMage gets to stay.

Ya, we’re awful parents like that!

You know, the fact that our kids even know those phra­ses is a whole other topic that I pro­bably shouldn’t get into today.

Ahem. But I digress.

“Shut up” and “Stu­pid” are crowd favo­ri­tes here in the Bay Area.

But in our house? Yup. BANNED.

Poopyhead, Meany­PoopyHead, HeadyHeadyPoopyHead.

TOSSED like last night’s cookies.

A recent crowd favo­rite, “Goo­ber.” GONE.

“What the HELL??” You might ask.

I know! Goo­ber, of all words?

It was cute and all until BC got a timeout at the gym for shou­ting , “You’re such a goo­ber!!” at a sweet little girl, promptly hur­ting her feelings.

OUT.

But the word that’s crept into our family’s mains­tream voca­bu­lary as quickly as my kids’ nails grow is DUH.

It was funny, like twice, which is pre­ci­sely the rea­son that per­sis­tent little bug­ger has stuck around so long.

It’s always a soli­di­fier when Mommy laughs her head off at her dar­ling kids’ inap­pro­priate behavior.

I’m not saying I DID that…but if I were to have been such a STUPID mommy, it might explain why my kids are so attached THAT word.

Hypothe­ti­cal, of course.

Ahem.

Any­way, DUH is GONE. OUT. BYE BYE. Never to be heard from again.

…Until one day when I asked BC to put something on the sink.

“I already did that Mommy!! THE

Excuse me??

THE??

As in DUH??

You gotta be kid­ding me!!??

So now I’m con­si­de­ring dum­ping one more word from our every­day life.

The.

But how can I get by without my the? It’s a handy stand by when I’m trying talk about THE situa­tion at hand. Or when THE play­room is a mess and when I’ve asked my kids to clean it for THE eigh­teenth time.

X-ing out THE can really F*CK things up around here.

Wait. No, scratch that last sen­tence. F*UCK is auto­ma­ti­cally pla­ced on the BANNED list of family life.

But you already knew that, didn’t you.…THE!!

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