Monday, April 28, 2014

The Things They Say

Weston: I love rocks.
Me: Yes, I know you do!
Weston: I love rocks AND I love for you to pick me up. Those are my deals.
Me: Your...what?
Weston: My deals. My DEALS. So pick me up...deal?

(Where did this come from?)




Luke: That was a hammer bird!
Me: What's a hammer bird?
Luke: It's a bird that carries a hammer around.
Me: Really? I didn't see that bird carrying a hammer.
Luke: Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

 (Philosophy, as thought up by a four-year-old.)

Monday, April 21, 2014

Elsa

After six months of pestering, McMoose finally agreed that perhaps we needed a new canine companion around here. Enter Elsa. She's three-and-a-half months old and will probably complicate life endlessly for the next few months. But, oh, she's so sweet. Luke is boycotting the name Elsa and instead calling her "Cheetah," but Weston is completely delighted with both the puppy and the name and calls her, "Elsa Princess Dog." We didn't mean to name our dog after a Disney princess...we actually meant to name her after a lion from the movie, Born Free. But of course, the princess reference is what gets the most mileage around here. In any case, I'm looking forward to this adventure!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Odd Little Memories

We went to India for two weeks and of course, forgot to take a camera. At some point, I trust that pictures that were taken on other people's cameras will find their way to us. Until then, what we have is this...

Me: Hey, Luke, what was your favorite part about going to India?
Luke: Uh...My favorite part was the crocodile farm in India.
Me: What other things do you remember doing in India?
Luke: The crocodile farm.
Me: But what else?
Luke: The crocodile farm.

A Friend: Weston, what did you see in India?
West: There was food. A lot of food. I ate a lot of food and it was yummy and I ate it all up!

Yep. We're going to have to get our hands on those pictures somehow.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Precipice

I'm going to start this post by saying that we are surrounded by good educational options. Surrounded. The public schools in our county are, by and large, terrific, there are a mind-boggling number of magnet and charter options, there are plenty of private schools, there is a vibrant, diverse, and involved homeschooling community here. For the purposes of ensuring that our children get a good education, this is a great place to be.

Except there's Luke. We have gone to school tours and open houses. We have asked uncomfortable (for us) questions. We put in applications to the schools that we thought would be a decent fit for him and we crossed out fingers. Four of the five schools have now held their lottery drawings to determine which applications are accepted and four of the five schools have declined our application.

So now, we wait on the last one. Will he be in an environment that will (hopefully) meet him where he is and allow him to grow and learn?

Will he be at our base school, which has been described by a friend whose children went there as being "not horrible?" (The same friend followed that comment by saying quite emphatically that her two younger children will not be attending this school.) A school where half the teacher assistant spots remain vacant? A school that doesn't host a tour or open house because, according to the staff, there is no parent interest in such things? (Is there really no parent interest? Or are the parents having a hard time conveying this interest to the administration? Or is the school simply unwilling to hold an open house?) A school that has recently had some big administrative changes because the last principal was much-hated? (So then, the new principal has to be better, right?)

Or will we take a deep breath and step down the path of homeschooling? It's a path that has always intrigued me. Until recently, I pointed out all of its benefits to McMoose, who was less excited about it. But a funny thing has happened of late. McMoose has warmed to the idea, while I find myself backing away from it. The time, the commitment, the social pariah-ness of it all, the being completely at fault for any educational mistakes that are made. (If a school doesn't serve his needs, we can blame the school, the administration, the teachers, the climate of public education, the current standards of education, the government, the president. If we don't serve his needs, who do we have to blame but ourselves?) If ever there was a place where homeschooling could be a real option for our family, this is it. There are so many educational and social opportunities for homeschoolers in this area. But...do we dare?

(Come on, Lottery #5. Make this an easy decision for us.)

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Spaceships and Sharks

This afternoon, I went to get Weston when he woke up from his nap, and he instantly turned around with a worried look on his face.

West: Where is mine spaceship and mine rocket and mine horse?
Me: Your...spaceship and rocket and horse. Um...
West: They were here. They were here and now, they not here.
Me: We'll have to look for them, won't we?
West: Ay-yi-yi.
Me: Did you just say ay-yi-yi?
West: Yes, I did just say ay-yi-yi. I say ay-yi-yi be-tause I don't know where mine spaceship and mine rocket and mine horse are. So I say ay-yi-yi.

Later, we took Luke to his gymnastics class and Weston sat sullenly, mad that he couldn't join his brother in class. I thought that perhaps, he might enjoy playing with the other younger siblings of the kids in class...

Me: West, why don't you go play with the other kids?
West, pointing into the gym with a hopeful expression: Play with the kids in there?
Me: No. Play with the little kids out here.
West: Play with the BABIES?! No. I stay here with mine saw. [For reference, he had brought a toy saw and toy pliers with him.]

A couple of minutes later, one of the little two-ish-year-olds came over and tried to talk to West about his truck. Weston, backing as close to me as possible, glared and muttered, "That boy is talking to me. I don't want that boy talk to me."

Eventually, he did decide to go play with "that boy," and the two of them went and sat on the floor together. About five minutes in, Weston began to sound ornery again, so I went and checked on them. The explanation I was given was this: "This [pointing to the blue, tile floor] is the ocean! This [pointing to his toy pliers] is a shark! The shark will bite that boy's truck, chomp! This is not a road! Do not drive here be-tause this is the ocean."

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Car Games

We had a 40 minute drive home this afternoon and about 25 minutes in, Luke started moaning about being bored.

Me: Wanna sing a song?
Luke: Noooo.
Me: Wanna tell me about what you read in your tarantula book?
Luke: Noooooo.
Me: Wanna pick a CD to listen to?
Luke: NOOOOOOOOOO.
Me: ....Wanna play an adding game?
Luke: Oooooh, YES!!

The game we played was this:
1+1=2
2+2=4
4+4=8
8+8=16
....and so on. We continued this until we got to 4096, by which time we were sitting in our driveway.

Me: Ok, we're home. Let's go in.
Luke: Noooo! Let's do 4096+4096.
Me: We can do it inside, after I put Weston in his bed.
Luke: He looks comfortable sleeping in his carseat.
Me: He does not. Inside.
Luke: FINE.

So we go in, I transfer Weston to bed and go back downstairs, only to find Luke sitting at the bottom of the stairs, chanting quietly, "4096, 4096, 4096, 4096."

Of course, we did 4096+4096. Which then led to 8192+8192. Which then led to a completely ridiculous and unrelated discussion about the surface of the Earth, gravity, and the possible existence of aliens on Saturn and Jupiter. ("Well, Mama, there could be aliens there...we haven't ever been there, so how would we know?")

My favorite part of all of this were his exclamations when we got to each new answer--"Awesome!" and "Amazing!" and "Whoa, we got all the way into the thousands! This is so fun!" I want him to always think learning is amazing and fun. Ironically, I'm pretty sure school will cure him of such notions.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Waiting...

...for travel plans to be made.

...for travel documents to be procured.

...to hear back about where Luke will be going to school next year.

...to hear back from the baby-sitter because date night is long overdue.

...to finalize plans with friends.

...to finalize plans with geese. (No, really.)

...for new contacts.

...for Daylight Savings Time to go ahead and start because sunset at 6 pm is loathsome.

I am horrible, HORRIBLE at waiting (patiently.)