A little about my other daughter

I don't write as much about D.. There's a couple of reasons. One is that everything that's new to I. is new for me. I'm trying to figure out life just as much as she is. That's not to say that when D. goes through things they're the same. I have to figure things out too, but I'm a little more comfortable doing it; it's more like a variation on a theme.

The next reason is because she is different (obviously). I mean, she feels things differently. She holds things in really deep, and I feel like I have to protect that. She's a very sweet and sensitive girl who says hilarious things, but there are things I don't want to share sometimes, because it feels too personal. I. shares things with other people freely, and I wouldn't write anything she felt too deeply about. There just isn't as much to keep to ourselves about her.

The interesting thing, is, when do I keep their personal stories out of everything? I mean, at what age? I certaintly wouldn't have liked my mom sharing all of my struggles, mistakes, etc. publically like this. Not even when I was 9 years old. I want my kids to know that they can have trust in me, and that they can freely talk to me and share their feelings without fear of them being broadcast. But at the same time, it's nice to be able to go through things for the first time with the support of friends and people who have already gone through issues.

Any thoughts on this?

By the way, yesterday D. said to me, "Your hair is beautiful, the way it's long, wavy, and soft," all while stroking my hair. I love the way her compliments are never generic, and they are always specific.

More 1st day of school pictures

1st grade update

First day of school.

Well, I can't really catch up on anything in my life, because it just seems tacky and too personal to do it here. Not that I would want to talk about it in person though. So, um...don't ask, but pray for me instead.

Some happy things:

1st grade seems to be going really well so far. Honestly, from I.'s perspective, school will always be going well. Or great. Or fantastic. But from my perspective it seems to be going well, too. She just got on the free hot lunch program (remember, we're poor--really, really poor). I have been trying not to use any financial help programs, but we had to succum to this one and to WIC.

Anyway, she really likes doing the hot lunch thing. At first I was worried that she wouldn't know where to go, what to tell the lunch lady about paying, and what food she'd pick. But she acts like she's always been doing this. I told her I was concerned about her throwing away all the left-over food, but she told me that it was OK because they use the food for the gardens (composting). That made me feel better.

The homework is SOOOOO easy. This will NOT be a problem. She has to pick 3 items a week to do, until all the items are completed by the end of the month. Her teacher is so laid-back that she was sayig that if it's too hard on your schedule and family life, let her know and your kid doesn't have to do the work. OK, people, the things to choose from are like: give your parent a hug and tell them 1 thing you like about them. Easy!!! Admittedly, it might be more of a challange when she's a teenager. But I can't even imagine telling the teacher, "Sorry, we just don't have time for hugs in our family. We're too busy." Another assignment was to share your favorite book with the class (she was going to share Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse, thanks to Chantel, but we couldn't find it yesterday morning). She brought in The Hiccupotamus, a hilarious, fun story that would definitely show some of I.'s personality to the class. But they didn't even read it. Anyway, I was worried all last year about the homework, but I have absolutley nothing to fear. She even did the math homework in 3 minutes without even being asked. What a relief!

Yesterday was my first time volunteering in the class. I'm going to help out every Monday at writer's workshop from 8:45-9:55am. Yesterday my mom watched the kids because she was there anyway to take me to an appointment. I have no idea who will watch the kids for me the rest of the year. There isn't enough time between dropping off I. at 8:30 ,taking the kids to someone's house, and then being back by 8:45. So, A. is going to try to take them to work on Monday mornings, until I find a better solution.

Anyway, I had a great time volunteering. I wanted to do this all last year. I am so happy about this. It's great to see all the kids and to get to know the class--and especially to see the teacher in action. It was fun to see I., who could care less about even raising her hand to be called on or to participate. But then the teacher asked something that she was suddenly interested in, and she shot up her hand, and was called, much to her excitement. Actually, it's a pretty smart thing to not raise your hand at all, until something's important to you, because the teacher will notice that this time you're actually raising your hand, and will call on you.

So the hardest thing about writer's workshop is not spelling out words to the kids. They write whatever they want (at least on this day), and however much they want, and then draw an accompanying picture. We're suppossed to encourage them to write the way they think the words sound. And even when they ask you for help, you're suppossed to encourage them to sound it out, and not give them the answer. But when they write it out and ask, "is this how it's spelled?" it's hard for me to bite my tongue. I know that they will learn how to spell correctly throughout the year, and that the teacher wants to use this time to encourage writing at all, but it's still hard for me.

It was interesting to see the different personalities emerge, in a scholastic sense. One boy, feeling inferior, kept saying, "well this isn't real. It's just fake," and being ashamed of his work eveytime I checked in on that table. It made me so sad, and I kept encouraging him. Other kids don't even want you to know what they're drawing, and try to hide it from you. Other kids don't even want to try. At all. They'll say, "I just don't know what to write about." When you help them come up with ideas, they say "Nooo..." and just want to sit there, doing nothing. One kid had a story that took place in several different scenes, so he split the drawing part of the paper in quarters, each square depicting a different part, in sequence. I was really impressed. I. surprised me by being really into this, and wrote enough to fill up the page. She didn't get to the drawing part until there was only a few mintues left. Even her teacher walked by and said, "Wow, I.. Good job writing!" This is something her Kindergarten teacher NEVER would have said. I like that her teacher isn't afraid to complement the students.

By the way, I. has be hanging out with her Soul Mate (and other people) and they seem to have fun together still. At recess they play with their other friends who aren't in their class this year. I. told me that at rug time one day, Soul Mate told Paul to tell her that when they're older, he wants to marry her. She seemed to take it as a compliment. Kids are so fun!

Random picture of mine and A.'s birthday celebration.

Elijah Wood on Yo Gabba Gabba

We, the viewers, get to see Elijah do his "dancey dance," The Puppetmaster, on this freakshow. This is the first time P. has ever turned his full attention to anything on the TV, and he was really laughing. I was laughing right along with him, although I was crying on the inside. Oh, Elijah...sigh.

Randomness

My dream house has:

a garbage disposal
a fenced-in back yard
2 bathrooms
a garage
central air

Now that doean't sound too picky, right? I even left out a dishwasher, which would be wonderful, but not nearly as necessary.

There's nothing like living in Solano Park to make your dreams humble.

D.'s B-Day (sorry it's late)

I love my beautiful sweetheart. What a big 4-year-old. I can't imagine my life without her. I'm amazed that someone with a tongue that sharp can also speak the softest, most beautiful words anyone can hear. I love everything she has to say, even when it's naughty. She makes me feel beautiful by her generous compliments, and makes me laugh with her wit. I love the deeply pondered questions she asks me, and her little "singing voice" (which she differentiates from people's speaking voices). My life would not be as colorful without her.



Everyone of these pictures had to be taken quickly, because she changed poses after each click. I think she felt like a model. Heehee.

The Night Before First Grade, praying, and the Soul Mate

I. is an interesting person. She can be so predictable, and yet not so much at times. She has really been looking forward to 1st grade all summer, and for most of last year, never looking back on her Kindergarten memories with sadness or longing. She enjoyed Kindergarten, but was completely happy when it was over. The biggest excitement for her? Desks in 1st grade. Yup, that's what she's been waiting for. I wonder how she'll feel after one week when she realizes that she actually has to sit and stay at her desk. I don't know. She didn't seem to care one way or the other if kids she knew were going to be in the class. I was excited to find out. But, when she found out that her soul mate was going to be there, she got really excited, and D. was just as excited for her (believe me, we hear about him a lot).

She told me that in the morning on her way to school, she'll be happy to go, but that she'll feel very tired. When we get there, she said, she'll be a little bit shy at first and then totally fine. I'm glad that she has this all figured out.

Oh, and shockingly enough, we got a call from CDC today saying that they found her glasses case! WOW! I was certain that a kid stole it and that we'd never see it again. D. has been praying constantly that someone would find I.'s glasses case, even after weeks, but I finally told her last night that no one was ever going to find it and that she could stop praying about it and that Heavenly Father probably just wants to teach I. a lesson. I had no faith. Today when we found out about the case, I praised D. and thanked her for being the only one in our family who still believed that Heavenly Father would find it, and that He found it just because D. had prayed so hard about it, unwaiveringly. I was put to shame.

By the way, when I. first started talking about how her soul mate (not that she's used this term, but that adequately describes her feelings) was her boyfriend, I gave her a mini lecture about what a boyfriend means, and that we do not have them until we're 16. I asked the boy's mom if he had ever mentioned I., but she hadn't heard anything and was afraid that he had been mean or something. NO, NO, I told her. On the contrary. After filling her in, she seemed shocked and went home to ask her son about I.. His response? "I really like I.. I like playing with her and she's nice, but I'm not ready to be in a relationship." Haha. I'm glad. I later heard from another mom helper in the classroom that he said "I. is good marriage material." She seemed shocked that he even knew such a term. I am too. Lucky I.. Haha.