Monday, August 28, 2017

Sarek's First Day of Fifth Grade

First day of fifth grade for Sarek in a new school. He isn't the tallest kid in school, but I'd bet a nutritious school lunch on top three tallest, so he's gonna stick out in more than one way today. It's been a more emotionally rough morning than anticipated for all of us. Weird not to know other families. Or even what the different bell tones mean and where Sarek's classroom is. At one point, Sarek looked overwhelmed (rapid eye blinking to avoid tears), and I recognized the smile he puts on when he doesn't want to let an adult down. I was so sorry he is having to make a change he wasn't expecting, that I began to cry. His new teacher noticed, gave me a big hug, and promised he'd take good care of him. Sarek then ran off to play a school wide game of banana tag. The black top is bigger than the entire length of his old school x 2 and probably 10 times bigger than his old school play area. Sarek can now hit his long stallion strides outside, something he has had to rein in until now. Realizing how important a big playground is for someone who is active but nervous about breaking social ground. There are two basketball courts that can accomodate all levels of play. I am very relieved about that, because there were some serious power dynamics around basketball on a tiny playground tasked to hold the developmental spread of a K-8 school. The basketball court at SFFS is 1/3 of the whole play area, so who uses the court space (basketball or not) or carries weight when the teachers aren't looking, is a big deal. Sarek wasn't on the bum end of that dynamic. But, it prevented Sarek from nurturing crossover friendships in circles outside the basketball clique. He struggled with this b/c he is naturally inclusive. Those of you who know Sarek's non-sporty side know that his sporty side is a very significant but small part of his range of interests. Other interests include Dungeons and Dragons, Pokemon, cooking, reading, drawing, acting, martial arts, poetry, history, whittling (sticks and time), and knitting. I am grateful for that range to manifest. The school bought all 350 kids eclipse glasses, so he'll be able to catch something we didn't prepare for at home. Surprised and impressed with that. It bodes well that S's teacher reminds me of his K teacher, Noah B., a child whisperer of sorts. The new teacher seems like a mature skateboarder version of Noah. Those of you at SFFS know what I mean! P.S. S wants the world to know he is NOT grabbing himself in one of the pictures. Thank you, M Lourdes Cordero, for your words of wisdom yesterday. They helped this morning. #newschool. #bringit

Nola's First Day of Third Grade

The other first day of school, just three days and an hour later than everyone else! Nola, 3rd. Before she threw open the classroom door, she gave me a two thumbs up and a mischievous smile that twitched. The last thing I saw was her walking in with her shoulders thrown back. Her school reminds me of my childhood elementary school. (Bobcats, remember the tadpoles in the creek?) I find the similarities comforting. The biggest comfort, actually, is in the form of three great girls Nola has known for awhile. Sid is her preschool bestie. Ayesha and Zooey are friends from her old school. They'd make a great reunion band, except none of us have a big enough garage in this city. #hermionegranger #feralnomore

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Nola's theatrical debut, complete with a song. 

Tall Tales 2017 Friends School

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Nola's drawing

I thight Deena did this...

Saturday, February 4, 2017

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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Singin' In The Rain (in the car)-1/12/16


Waiting for kids outside SFFS for the last part of the well worn circuit that is work-school-work-school.  Round and round we go.