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Evie things and bloggy camp # 5
Jul. 21st, 2011 11:16 pmLast week, E's Thursday gymnastics class was canceled, which worked out well for her. We could go to any of the other sessions to make it up, so I chose to take her Monday evening. Broken air conditioning, temperatures in the 90s. FUN! But this particular class had one teacher as the preschool teacher and one of the teachers handling two different staggered classes full of older kids (6-10). We were early, so we watched them for a few minutes and Evie was interested in how the big kids were doing flips on their own and working on doing cartwheels off the balance beam. I don't know if that was the only factor or if my pep talk really hit home ("Look at what they're doing! They can do that because they practice and work hard!" etc) but Evie was happy and excited and I have never seen her work so hard or have so much energy. When she wasn't on task and trying her best, she was running as fast as she could over to me on the bleachers to give me a kiss. I praised her lavishly, of course, for how hard she was trying, and the cool thing was that it really, truly was apparent in her moves that she was actually trying. We talked it up again, and the same thing happened this morning at her normal class. Today, there were just two smaller girls who are still in their first session, so they were using Evie as the example for them to watch. You can imagine how well she liked that. Anyway, it's fun to take her to class when she is loving it so much. She always LIKES it, but this week, she has acted like she LOVED it. She gets all red-faced and sweaty and it's adorable. So, maybe she didn't inherit my coordination anyway.
I also talked to another mom today about preschool, and ended up feeling unexpectedly better about our decision to not enroll her in preschool after all. I just can't justify paying for preschool, with its outrageous costs, when I am a stay at home mom--which is not a judgement on anyone, but it just isn't going to work out financially for us. Wish it could, but.. no. So, we're going to start up with homeschool preschool (lite) again this fall, and she'll head to kindergarten next year. Part of me feels really good about this, because I fear we do start kids off with education too soon and this is the last year I get to have this much free time wiht my baby. Part of me is pretty sad because I was looking forward to a few free hours, and all of those social skills she was going to get. But, she is working through the social thing on her own, anyway, since I've been taking her to the library and classes and such. So..there's that.
Also, we're reading our first long book together, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Charlie just found the Golden Ticket this afternoon--much excitement. She really seems to be digging it, which I'm happy about.
I'm sure there used to be things about me besides my offspring but gee, can't remember what that would be.
Day 5 -What do you prefer to do on your birthday?
This question kind of amuses me becaise historically, I had shitty birthdays. It never failed that something would go wrong on my birthdays--huge storms that knocked the power out, leaving us with no power at home and interrupting our restaraunt meal before the food was delivered. One memorable birthday, there were police involved in a minor incident. I'm not sure I want to tell that story on the internets, though. (It wasn't me!) So it's a big joke in my family that I have awful birthdays. Happily, though, this is no longer the case, knock on wood. M does a wonderful job of spoiling me on my birthday, and he often lets me celebrate it for several days--and occasionally weeks. I like to sleep in, and eat yummy food. My mommy usually makes me a strawberry pie. She also usually comes down to spend the day with me on my birthday (and again the next week for Evie's birthday. She's swell.) And, other than that... I really don't know any particular thing that I always like to do. I like to have fun in some way. This year, we did a little light shopping and my dear, lovely child was a terrible brat and I didn't figure out why until late in the afternoon. She was jealous because it was MY birthday and not hers, so I got to make all the choices. It's a semi-reasonable thing, considering how close hers is after mine. She had been talking about her birthday and how soon it was for weeks. :) After we figured out the problem, we toned down the oh-so-special stuff (most of which was just talk anyway) and it was much better.
I also talked to another mom today about preschool, and ended up feeling unexpectedly better about our decision to not enroll her in preschool after all. I just can't justify paying for preschool, with its outrageous costs, when I am a stay at home mom--which is not a judgement on anyone, but it just isn't going to work out financially for us. Wish it could, but.. no. So, we're going to start up with homeschool preschool (lite) again this fall, and she'll head to kindergarten next year. Part of me feels really good about this, because I fear we do start kids off with education too soon and this is the last year I get to have this much free time wiht my baby. Part of me is pretty sad because I was looking forward to a few free hours, and all of those social skills she was going to get. But, she is working through the social thing on her own, anyway, since I've been taking her to the library and classes and such. So..there's that.
Also, we're reading our first long book together, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Charlie just found the Golden Ticket this afternoon--much excitement. She really seems to be digging it, which I'm happy about.
I'm sure there used to be things about me besides my offspring but gee, can't remember what that would be.
Day 5 -What do you prefer to do on your birthday?
This question kind of amuses me becaise historically, I had shitty birthdays. It never failed that something would go wrong on my birthdays--huge storms that knocked the power out, leaving us with no power at home and interrupting our restaraunt meal before the food was delivered. One memorable birthday, there were police involved in a minor incident. I'm not sure I want to tell that story on the internets, though. (It wasn't me!) So it's a big joke in my family that I have awful birthdays. Happily, though, this is no longer the case, knock on wood. M does a wonderful job of spoiling me on my birthday, and he often lets me celebrate it for several days--and occasionally weeks. I like to sleep in, and eat yummy food. My mommy usually makes me a strawberry pie. She also usually comes down to spend the day with me on my birthday (and again the next week for Evie's birthday. She's swell.) And, other than that... I really don't know any particular thing that I always like to do. I like to have fun in some way. This year, we did a little light shopping and my dear, lovely child was a terrible brat and I didn't figure out why until late in the afternoon. She was jealous because it was MY birthday and not hers, so I got to make all the choices. It's a semi-reasonable thing, considering how close hers is after mine. She had been talking about her birthday and how soon it was for weeks. :) After we figured out the problem, we toned down the oh-so-special stuff (most of which was just talk anyway) and it was much better.
