One month into Kindergarten and Micah’s definitely got the hang of drawing his digits. I think his handwriting is much neater than mine already!
Ezra likes to rummage through my backpack in search of interesting things. The other day he was rummaging and he found a granola bar.
EZRA: What is this, mommy?
LAUREN: It’s emergency food.
EZRA: I know! We should give it to a fireman!
Since we’ve returned from Europe I’ve noticed that Micah and Ezra are playing very well together, including each other in their activities, and initiating lots of hugs (in both directions). It’s especially gratifying to watch Micah play along with Ezra’s imaginative play and letting his brother be “the leader” at times.
This morning I found them playing together with some empty boxes in the office – Micah had put one of his K’nex motors into the box and was flying his “plane.” Fortunately I was quick enough with the video to catch this morning’s action:
I can’t believe our first child turned seven this week. We celebrated both before and after camp today. In the morning we gave Gloria her gifts after breakfast, and I think we did ok since she looked at me with a big smile and said “This was exactly what I wanted for my birthday. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough!”
At camp her teachers had decorated her cubby, and then at Gloria’s request we had dinner out at Tutta Bella, home of pizza, meatballs, and gelato (who could ask for more?). Gloria seemed very happy today (and so grown up!).
As part of our bedtime routine, Gloria and I exchange our “favorite part of the day.” Tonight I told Gloria I was proud of how generous she is with her brothers, citing the example of when she gave most of her grape juice to Ezra tonight:
GLORIA: How full was Ezra’s glass?
ME: 3/4, or maybe more like 7/8.
GLORIA: Daddy, what’s an eighth?
ME: Half of a quarter.
GLORIA: So Ezra had 3.5 quarters.
ME: Yes! How did you determine that?
GLORIA: Well, to divide seven in half you take 3 and 3 and split the 1 in half, so then half of seven is 3 1/2, so 7/8 is 3.5 quarters.
I think it’s fair to say she gets the concept of fractions.
Gloria’s Sunday school teacher sent us this end of year feedback on our daughter. I couldn’t be more proud of her:
Gloria is such a great kid. She is definitely the classroom cheerleader. She is the first person to say something kind to a fellow classmate, or encourage their work/answer. On one of the last few days, a fellow classmate was struggling with a project and she went and helped him immediately. It got to the point where she was helping about half the class, because her project was so much more advanced than everyone else’s and she wanted to help them catch up. It was so incredibly sweet and helpful! I have never heard a negative thing come out of her mouth. She is so warm and caring and it’s genuinely such a pleasure to see. If I decide to join in on a project that the kids are doing, she always wants me to sit with her so that we can work together. She loves helping out, and is always willing to clean up (even when it isn’t her mess). She was such a joy and a pleasure to have in class, and her constant sunny disposition was amazing!
As many of my friends and colleagues are aware, I am a huge fan of the techniques covered in How to Talk So Kids Will Listen & Listen So Kids Will Talk. It seems that Micah’s been picking up on the theory that “when kids feel good, they do good.”
This morning I witnessed Micah deftly avoid a huge blow-up with his brother. Here is the scene:
Micah has just come upstairs, and both he and Ezra want to see Lauren.
EZRA: Don’t go into mommy’s room!
[Ezra puts himself squarely in the doorway to our bedroom and glares at Micah. Micah reddens and looks like he’s about to get violent when all of a sudden he cools down and turns to Ezra with a smile.]
MICAH: Ezra, can I have a hug?
EZRA (immediately): Yeah, I love hugs!
(The boys have a big embrace.)
MICAH: Ezra, can I come with you into mommy’s room?
EZRA: Yes! Now that you gave me a hug you can come into mommy’s room. Let’s go in together!
Ezra is 2.75 years old, and I — although clearly biased — never cease to be amazed by the brilliant things that come out of his mouth. Here are three examples, all from our bedtime routine this evening.
Ezra is playing with an old TI calculator, which he refers to as “my phone.” He then picks up his “red phone” (an old Zune*), and says, “Mommy, this is a phone, and this is my other phone. They are similar.”
After Ezra’s book, it is time for him to help me set his bunny clock and turn on his white noise machine, as he does every night. Our exchange:
LAUREN: Ezra, I need you to come help me with your bunny clock now.
EZRA: Oh, do you want me to turn on the machine? I’d be happy to help with that. Say please.
We’re in the bathroom, and Ezra sees Kenny’s electric toothbrush on the counter.
EZRA: Mommy, whose toothbrush is that?
LAUREN: That one is daddy’s.
EZRA: Oh yeah. You have the same one, but yours has a purple L on it.
* You can laugh all you want. Kenny and I have a few of these lying around from the time that they were commonly given out as thank-you gifts upon shipping products at Microsoft. None of ours have been charged in years, but they do make great decoy devices for toddlers.
During bedtime tonight, Micah pointed to the crack above the bedroom door and said “the tooth fairy can come through that.” Then he and Gloria took turns pointing out all the places the tooth fairy could squeeze into the room since she’s so small.
I then read them a book, put Micah into bed, and Gloria pulled me close and whispered “Daddy, is the tooth fairy real?” I paused, and she added a follow-up “is it you who puts the dollars under my pillow?” I dodged briefly with questions like “what do you think?” but she was undeterred and asserted, “I don’t think the tooth fairy is real, I think it’s you – is it? Yes or no.” I acquiesced and confirmed that I had redeemed the last five teeth. Gloria didn’t want Micah to know about any of our conversation, but she was bursting with questions to ask. Surreptitiously interspersed with bedtime, a whispered set of questions followed:
“How do you sneak in so quietly?”
“Can you show me how to make origami dollars? Let’s cut up paper so we don’t have to use real dollars.”
“What did you do with my teeth? Did you keep them all together?”
“How do you take my teeth without waking me up?”
“Can you teach me how to sneak?”
Fortunately I do indeed have all of Gloria’s baby teeth preserved in their original envelopes, and I guess I’ll be teaching some origami sessions this weekend. And to think just last weekend I was marveling at how convicted she was that Santa Claus was real….