I belong to the local Nextdoor community on Facebook. I check it every day, not because I’m looking for anything specific but because sometimes there is interesting information posted. For example, on Saturday I will be attending a free learn to crochet workshop, at the local library, which was organized by a woman in the group who wanted to learn to crochet. I did crochet years ago but haven’t in maybe fifteen so I am going.
The other day, I came across a posting that made me chuckle and I figured that the poster didn’t realize that what they posted was funny.
I was tempted to reply and inquire about the free toddler! I didn’t because I didn’t want them to think I was putting them down in any way. But it did cross my mine and made me chuckle.
The next day I found this:
I really laughed out loud at this one because someone else had followed through with replying to the post. I figured I wanted to meet this woman. I might, one day. In fact, I will look for her at the crochet workshop in case she attends on Saturday. I also waited to see if the original poster would reply and wondered if she would be angry.
I didn’t have to wait long.
This one really cracked me up.
Being the grandmother of a toddler, I also found this a tempting post. Maybe we should list Spencer! 😉
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If we were having coffee, we would be indoors. It’s raining here in Seattle. It’s not cold, just wet. You would have to help yourself to a drink before settling in as I have a baby in my arms! I drove up here on Tuesday morning and was handed a baby as soon as I got in the door. The rest of the time has been filled with holding him, feeding him, and lots of burping! Mati is four weeks old. He’s quite alert for four weeks. I think I’m spoiling him. He’s been attached to me almost all day, every day. I got to be his first babysitter, too. His mommy and daddy had tickets to two soccer games this week so they got a couple of nights out and I got this precious little boy to myself.
This past week has been filled with shock and sadness in the world. Being here with this tiny, innocent little boy has helped me both empathize with that grief and sadness and also get through it without totally falling apart.
As Mati sleeps in my arms, I’m reminded of holding his daddy in my arms when he was this age. I’m reminded of how much simpler the world was; how much less hate, fear, and danger we faced. I am also filled with hope and dreams that Mati’s world will be a better place; that he won’t have to know the hate and intolerance; that he will be in less danger when he grows; that he will live in a world that embraces all mankind.
I’ll be driving home to Portland tomorrow. I’m already missing this little one and wondering when I’ll be back to see him. I’m lucky that he’s only a three hour drive away from me. Hopefully that will translate into frequent visits.
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I have mentioned previously that I volunteer at my grandson’s school. He is in Kindergarten. Usually, I do one of two things. I either help with kids’ printing practice, one on one, or I take a couple out in the group work center (in the hallway) to work on an art project. I think it’s sad that there is no time for the kids to have an art project as a whole group but there is so much to be covered that there just is no time. I enjoy doing the art projects, though so it’s a good fit for me.
Before Christmas, I was asked to do an art project where the kids would be working on making a Christmas tree picture using their shapes. We were using a large triangle, a small rectangle, and circles. The instructions were for them to (1) draw a large triangle then a (2) small rectangle touching the bottom of the triangle. They had a sample to look at and I explained it slowly and carefully to each of the two (at a time) students. There was more to it but I only gave those instructions until they had completed those steps. The first three kids really had a problem drawing the triangle and we had to erase a lot. So I thought to lightly draw three dots and have them connect them with their pencil to form the triangle. It worked like a charm but I only did it for those that were having trouble with the triangle. So when it was Anderson’s turn (that’s my grandson), I drew the dots for the other child and then turned to help Anderson. When I turned, he had seen me draw the dots and had drawn his own three dots, and was connecting them! No help needed. I was very pleased but the triangle wasn’t quite like the others. It was narrower and not quite as large as the others. However, I did not have the heart to tell him to erase it. He had done such a good job with no help! So what if his was a little different?! I think he made a perfect little Christmas tree!
The last steps were to use a large marshmallow in paint to fill in the triangle and the rectangle; then a small marshmallow to paint ornaments on the tree. Kind of a clever way to incorporate triangles, rectangles, and circles (which they were studying that week) into a seasonal project!
Anderson’s Three Shapes Christmas Tree
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I seem to be very emotional today. I’m not sure why. We had a very good trip. We spent the day in Tacoma with the boys’ other grandparents before heading home. All is fine here. The kitty missed me and is letting me know I should not leave her alone again.
And yet, I find myself getting teary with almost everything. A post on FB; song lyrics; a movie I put on to get over my emotional state (White Christmas). Everything. It might be because it is getting to me that I won’t be spending Christmas with two of my kids. It might be because I will be turning 60 in a couple of weeks. It might be because I want the whole world to be a better place. It might be because I’m tired. It might be because of the season. It might be because I miss my sisters and because although my three brothers have been gone for years, this is the first Christmas without my dad and the combination of all of them being gone is getting to me.
It has been a very busy, emotional, scary, and exciting year. Things seem to have happened on someone else’s plan, not mine. There is also so much that is unknown for me personally right now.
I think it has all snowballed from last January when I first started to feel sick to now when I don’t know where I will be this time next year.
I wanted to write a happy post; a positive one; but it just isn’t happening today. I’ll try to turn that around for tomorrow.
Do you get emotional at Christmas time? What do you do to “fix” that?
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Last week, although he loved school, Anderson did have one instance in which he was sort of reprimanded by the teacher. He says she was talking and he was talking and she told him not to talk so he stopped. We asked him who he was talking to and he said “to myself”. I had to laugh at that. I had told his mom that they should talk to him before he started school and tell him what was appropriate for kindergarten and what was not. Kindergarten is real school and he’s not used to that. He’s used to preschool where they pretty much “suggested’ that he do things and if he didn’t want to, it was okay. Kindergarten isn’t like that!
The talking to himself is interesting, too. When he first started Head Start the year before last, the teacher was concerned because he was too quiet. She said he didn’t talk to anyone and he didn’t “pretend play” she had him checked out by the district psych staff. Of course, when they observed him one-on-one, he was fine. They were actually very impressed with how advanced he was for his age. The 2 hour observation period was cut short after just a half hour because they felt it was not necessary. He was, since then, encouraged to “pretend” and talk to himself in his pretending. He’s gotten quite good at it. He plays a game on the Kindle tablet called Mixels. It’s a Lego program in conjunction with the Cartoon Network. The good guys are Mixels. They’re colorful and each has a different power. The bad guys are tiny figures that are multi-powered and are black. They are called Nixels. The Nixels chase the Mixels all over and they gang up on the Mixels.
Anderson’s thing now is that when we are someplace and there are a lot of people around that we don’t know, he says they are Nixels coming after us and we have to hurry and get out of there! He pretends to talk to the Mixels. He does it all the time. I think he was probably talking to the Mixels when the teacher asked him not to talk. He doesn’t quite understand why he can’t talk to Mixels when he needs to get away from the Nixels (which is really anyone he doesn’t know and he doesn’t know anyone in the class). His mom and dad didn’t have that talk with him. I guess I’ll have to be the bad guy and talk to him about that.
I think it’s going to be an interesting time getting used to kindergarten and real school!
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( I wrote this on Tuesday night and tried to post it but I haven’t had a good internet connection that lasts long enough for it to upload from my phone to the blog. I’m home now.)
If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m traveling. I have spent the last couple of days driving between Portland and Seaside. It’s a 2 hour trip in each direction. It was a spur of the moment thing. My daughter and company decided to go overnight and invited me. I had a doctor’s appointment so I declined. But I really, really wanted to go, for a number of reasons. So I went with them. Then I drove back to Portland for my appointment (which went fine btw) and then I got a text from my daughter saying they decided to stay another night and I was included. So right after my appointment I drove right back to Seaside.
This is important for a number of reasons. The most important of those reasons is that my daughter has made the trip prohibitive for me. She keeps saying I can’t make the trip because it’s a hard drive. It is but I’ve done it now. Over. Back. Over. And today, I’ll do it back again. It’s not that bad. I CAN do it.
In the meantime, I’ve been able to experience and enjoy a magnificent sunset. And today, an amazingly quiet moment at the mouth of the Columbia River. I won’t forget either. And I’ve enjoyed my grandsons. They are amazing. I wouldn’t trade the time for anything. Anything.
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