The Girl got her report card today, and much to her surprise, she didn’t get that B. Turns out it was on the second quarter reporting period — which means she has a hole to dig herself out of. But at least the streak remains.
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Sleep
Sometimes an hour more sleep is more important than one more post…
Dodge
The Boy comes out of the living room just as I’m headed that way. I jump in front of him playfully and block his way. As he shifts to the other side, I shift along with him, blocking his path. A fuss begins to arise. I lean down and whisper as if I’m keeping it a secret: “Push to this side like you’re going this way, then suddenly jump to the other side and run by.” He does so, then turns back smiling.
Why can’t I remember to turn every potential fuss into a teaching opportunity?
And Then Went Back Again
The Boy woke last night, plodded to our bedroom door, stood in thought,
A Family
The Girl: Daddy, E’s copying me!
Tata: And?
The Girl: He’s pretending he’s hurt.
The Boy: No, I’m not!
Tata: And?
The Girl: It’s driving me crazy?
Tata: And? You drive us crazy. He drives us crazy. We drive you crazy. It’s what makes a family a family.
Eleven
Had I been writing in MTS eleven years ago (it didn’t even exist, of course), I wouldn’t have written about our wedding until the next day, at the very earliest. I doubt I would have done more than a picture and a few words the second day, because it too was filled with festivities. While we didn’t have a Polish two-day wedding, our Sunday was still quite busy with friends and family. So perhaps that’s all an elaborate excuse for not writing yesterday about our anniversary when it actually was our anniversary.
Eleven years make 132 months or 572 weeks or 4015 days.
Choices
K walks out the door first today, and we’re chatting in Polish. I turn to the kids and continue in Polish: “Hurry up and finish eating because we’re leaving soon.” Emil responds in Polish: “Not in Polish, Daddy, in English. Mama’s not here.”
Uneventfully Full Sunday
Mass, lunch, a bit of planning (school year’s starting up soon), dinner at the neighbors’ house — sounds like there’s plenty to write about, but going to bed early is more appealing.
Steps
On a whim, L and IÂ bought a couple of cheap-o pedometers at Wal-Mart while doing school shopping today. Five bucks each didn’t seem like a bit expense. Put them on in the early afternoon and did over 5,000 steps by now, nearly bedtime. I’m eager to see what happens during a normal school day.
Trapped
Pictures for the day — a day of exploring and bike riding of old — are trapped on the memory card. The cable to connect the camera is still in Poland; the built-in card reader isn’t working. And so the pictures remain on the camera…