The Power of Spin

Dear Boys,

I haven't been blogging here much lately because we've been emailing you both with important memories, pictures, even videos.

*sigh*

What can I say? I have a touch of ADD. It's hard for me stay focused on one thing for very long.

But tonight, I'm inspired to write you and brag a bit about my parenting.

Wow, had to take a moment and step back to look at that sentence that I just typed. Those are words that don't often leave my lips (or fingertips). But that's a subject for another day.

Back to my parenting.

Tonight, I invented the term "micro-chore." Totally came up with it on my own though it likely exists somewhere, in some parenting magazine or "how to" book.

Gill, you wanted to watch TV or play a video game. You, my dear youngest child, are the hardest head of the group. You just don't want to do anything, and I mean anything, we ask of you.

"Hey Gill, come here and eat this ice cream." Your reply to this statement would be "No!" If you were a little older, it would probably be "Hell no!"

But tonight, we negotiated. After you realized you weren't going to win, you were more willing.

"Micro chores," I explained, "are quick chores, like, making your bed, sweeping the walk, unloading the dishwasher, picking up toys."

Jonas, you and Gill trotted upstairs to make your beds. In fact, you made each bed by working together. Without my help. There was no nagging, no begging, no negotiating, and no pleas for "Help me Momma. I don't know how to do it."

See?

And never once did you or your brother pick up on the fact that micro chores were virtually indistinguishable from plain ol' regular chores.

I'm feeling quite proud of myself, but the true test will be in how long you buy into this. But maybe it will turn out like "Spiderman Spaghetti"  which you guys still request.

Yep, boys. That is the power of spin. And I never even took a marketing class in college.

Your mother is a genius.

Love you.

Mom

Imagination at Work

This is your LEGO creation Gill. 

You call it a Basiliss. It sounds like the word Basilisk. To me, it looks like a crab. It is very delicate and breaks easily.

We talked about learning curves and how you will grow in your your use of Legos and learn how to make things stronger as well as symmetrical and graceful. but for now, for a 5 year old, I think it's pretty amazing!

First Day of (Summer) School

Jonas & Gill,

Today was your first day of summer school. Jonas, you are starting 2nd grade; Gill, you are starting kindergarten. 

Both of you are excited, and, near as I can tell, not nervous at all. 

We tried very hard for a photo of all of us, but these two are the closest to good that we could manage. 

No, Poppa is not mad, he is just concentrating. 

We are so proud of you both. We walked you to your classrooms. Gill, you have Mme Rebekah Hyer, but Lilliane Chagoyenne was your substitute teacher this morning. I heard her grown son (who is a teacher's aide) in the hall talking about her. He said, "My mom is subbing for Mme Hyer this morning, and she doesn't know anything about computers." While that is probably true, she knows a lot about kids. She taught for over 30 years before she retired. And she raised 3 boys. You will like her even though you might only have her for a few days.

Jonas, you have Mme Sandrine Salas. She is a hoot! Very funny French lady. But she is out this week, so you too had a substitute - Mme Marie Catherine Marchand. She is from Canada and has two little girls. Both teachers are amazing. You are a lucky boy. You were surprised (and a bit disappointed I think) to learn that your classroom was the same! Mme Cahoon had cleaned it out so it looked a lot different. 

You both walked in with your school supplies and snacks so your backpacks were really, really full. I made you lunches: PB&J sandwiches, grapes, cheese, and water bottles. You didn't eat much breakfast - milk and hash browns. Gill, you took only about 2 bites, so I am sure you will eat a lot of lunch!

Love you both,

Mom

A Letter From Your Mother

Hi Jonas and Gill,

It is May - the month of birthdays. We have been talking about it a lot and you are both eager to meet the next year of your lives.

Gill, you admitted that you are actually looking forward to losing the paci, though I'm not sure you really understand that you have to give it up. We are luring you with the idea of being a big boy and aspiring kindergartner. 

Speaking of, you had your "kindergarten round-up" last week, and you passed the Dial 3 assessment. Verbal was the lowest score (in the upper 80th percentile), mostly because of pronunciation challenges. Cognitive and motor were in the 90th percentile. You told the ladies who tested you that your named was misspelled, "there are two "Ls" in Gill" you said. When asked what you should do when you enter a room in which the light is turned off, you said, "If you are scared, get your mom and dad." 

You will graduate from preschool at the end of the month. Both Noni and Grandma will be with us for the important event. Even your godmother Aimee will attend the picnic after graduation. Still super affectionate, you have to touch someone while you sleep. 

Jonas, you are doing super great in school. We are so proud of how independent you are. Math remains your favorite subject and you are quite the creator with legos. You love robotics and enjoy piano and Capoeira though we sometimes have to cajole you to get to your lessons. For your golden 7 year birthday (turning 7 is your golden since you were born on the 7th day of May), Noni will drive in. You have requested a Pump It Up party, even though it means you will not get a big gift from us. (The party costs $350!) We invited all of your friends, some of our neighbors, and some of Gill's friends. Almost everyone immediately accepted. Like your Poppa, you have a few close friends, but not an extensive network. Emmet, Oscar, and Miriam are your closest friends.

Speaking of Miriam, the other day, Poppa overheard an interesting conversation. Henrika was visiting and she brought up the topic of marriage; specifically, who would marry whom. Since Jonas was going to marry Miriam, that only left Gill for her to marry. She seemed fine with that. Gill, I'm not sure you cared.

Lately, I've been trying to get you both to eat dinner with us; usually you eat something different than what Poppa and I eat for dinner. In an attempt to "market" our food to you, we had Batman Beef Monday night, with a side of Robin Hood Rice and Green Lantern Green Beans. The Robin Hood Rice was a huge hit. (It was Spanish Rice.) Last night was Spiderman Spaghetti. Gill, you pronounce it as "pasghetti." And you still say "aminal" instead of "animal." Oh, and you pronounce Netflix as Neckflix. But that's okay; since Jonas learned to read, he calls Hulu, Huh La. 

Both of you love the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons. We played it about 6 times this morning. I learned the chord progression on the piano and we sometimes sing it at home in the dining room.

This past weekend, you visited the Klumbs' farm in Harrisonville. You found an old skull and promptly mined the teeth from it. You came home with these giant molars. Jonas, you deduced that the animal was an herbivore because the teeth were flat. And you noticed a cavity in the tooth. I was totally grossed out and made you soak it in alcohol.

Gotta get to work. Love you both.

Mom

Say What?

Gill, Tonight, after dinner, we were talking about eye color. I mentioned that you, Jonas and Poppa's eyes were blue. You said they were like blueberries. You asked me what color my eyes were. After I told you they were brown, you said, "You have meatball eyes."

I'm not ready for this.

NOTE: this blog entry was created in the Fall of 2012 but not published until 4.26.16.

At a recent neighborhood birthday party, Jonas stayed to play for a really long time. As in hours and hours. I thought it was the lure of the bounce house. I went to check on him and he was following Miriam down the street. He maintained a bit of a distance, but was following her nonetheless.

When I went up to him and said it was time to go, he turned to me with them most earnest expression and said to me, "I'm in love with Miriam."

Understand this: Miriam is the female Dennis the Menace. She's not a bad kid, but she is intrepid, wandering the neighborhood like a vagabond, knocking on each and every door (sometimes just letting herself in) until she finds a receptive place.

Earlier that day, she showed up at our house, opening the door rather than knocking, announcing that her sister's birthday party would begin in 60 minutes. And for that next hour, she played in our house, ate an apple (on her own initiative - we had a little talk about that), hummed the tune to "Funky Town" then left abruptly. She is an adorable brunette with a light olive complexion, a large vocabulary, and indomitable spirit. She is the girl who will cover herself with blue sidewalk chalk while wearing a Snow White costume on any random day.

Given who Miriam is, my first response to Jonas' announcement was to ask, "Did she tell you to say that?" He said "no" so I then asked him what being in love meant to him. He replied, "I want to be with her all the time."

And that's when my heart fell and my stomach turned. I could feel his angst and could feel angst for him, all at the same time.

Miriam trotted back to the bounce house, entered, and when Jonas attempted to follow, she announced that he was not allowed. She told him to stop following her, that she needed space. He lay his head on his arm and sobbed.

She's a great kid, but I worry how she makes my son feel.

This is all within the context of Jonas' first official week of kindergarten. He's been coming home exhausted, and it's having an emotional toll on him. He loves school, but is struggling to find his place among 360 kids and tons of staff and other unfamiliar faces. Miriam is a familiar face; they even ride the bus together. And she's a friendly girl. It's totally predictable, really, but I hate it. I'm not ready for this. He's not ready for this. I thought I had at least another 5 years!

Ed tells me that Jonas is his clone. That he had crushes like this as a kid. I don't remember crushes in kindergarten, and certainly none I discussed with my parents! And I didn't cry over a crush until the END of middle school. I'm sure of this.

My sensitive little boy, so gentle and sweet. How can I protect him from such a rough world?

Meanwhile, Gill is my rough and tumble, resilient comedian. He likes to walk around with either just underwear (often put on backwards) or in the nude. Ed has taught him to say that he's "naked and famous." He still loves to cuddle and it's a nightly battle to get him in his own bed. He insists on falling asleep in our bed. We then  put him in his own bed but he's back within 3 hours. We call him the boomerang. It wouldn't be bad if he wasn't such a wiggler. He will kick you in the face at least 3 times during a one hour period, asleep the whole time. Doesn't matter how far away from you he starts out at.

He's still biting Jonas when they fight, and can be a bully in other ways, but is generally sweet (though not gentle.) He remains fixated on his "paci," stashing them throughout the house, but forgetting where they are. Ed gives in and buys more. Last night, he came home with a pink one with zebra stripes. He's almost 3 1/2 and this is beginning to feel embarrassing. I would put a stop to it if he wasn't so damn cute and in love with the darn thing.

Beach Introduction

Jotted down quick notes to remember your first beach vacation! We stayed in Gulf Shores, AL @ Plantation Inn.

Saw a live shark being caught, plus live star fish, and tons of live little sand dollars. Sand bar about 30 feet from the beach. Went crabbing one night and saw lots of little sand colored crabs - saw how they crawl sideways, can bury themselves, and how their eyes pop up and down.

Collected lots of shells with Noni. Desi took some great photos. Karla flew in from Colombus (arriving in Pensacola). 3 hour roundtrip to pick up / drop off.

15 hour drive from KC. Left Sunday at noon; stopped in Meridian, MS at midnight. Overnight at Best Western. Continued south through Mobile (went in tunnel under Mobile Bay), south on 59, then west on 180. Stayed in Fort Morgan / Gulf Shores at the Plantation.

Arrived on Monday at the 3pm check-in time. Location is far out on the peninsula, accessed only from 180 (not the beach road strip). Secluded, not very commercial. Very family oriented. The people who stay here are very friendly and down to earth. Some smokers though.

Jonas was initially hesitant to go into the water, then we couldn't get him out. He especially liked the boogy board and going out to the sand bar. When he got nervous out in the waves, he said over and over, "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh" He was so excited to go out on the sandbar, he did the "booty" dance.

Gill celebrated a new-found independence, running away from us quite often.

When Shelly went with the ladies to Tanger on the rainy day, Ed took the kids to Books-a-Million and bought the kids a few toys. Jonas and Ed then put together a lego set for 3 hours.

The boys learned how to climb on the counters to get at the sweet treats in the top cabinets.

Gill only liked the water when someone was holding him; otherwise, he was content with the sound. He pronounced crab "cwab" and sun screen as "sun squeem". He liked making snow angels in the sand, and though I often corrected him, saying "sand angels" he insisted on saying that they were snow angels.

We had family gatherings at breakfast and dinner. Ed and I cooked fresh shrimp, flounder, and ratatoille one night and boudin omelets in the morning. Sherry brought crawfish ettouffee, Desi brought paleo blueberry muffins, and Jan made "whole fruit margaritas." Their unit was 2201; it slept 6 (one bedroom with hallway bunk beds and a pullout sofa) and faced the beach. We stayed in 2218 (down the hall) which was bigger (two bedrooms plus a wet bar), but still only slept six. It faced the parking lot. Karla, Jan and Sherry really enjoyed spending time on the beachfront balcony.

There was an awesome pool with a huge one-foot area that somehow, didn't feel like a kiddie pool. The favored sport at the pool was for Jonas to pull Gill around on the boogey board.

Behind the Pines Restaurant has wicked Fish Tacos and karoake on Wednesday nights. Poboys are not authentic; the bread is wrong. *sigh*

Oceans Restaurant delivers all up and down the strip; poboys are decent (don't order just grilled - boring!)

Tanger outlet was nice (Talbots was all we saw) but very busy on a rainy day. We only missed beach time due to rain on Thursday.