The chocolate treats we sent L’s teachers were such a hit we decided to do the same for E’s teachers. And when I say “we” in that sentence, I mean K.
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Routines
There are only so many daily routines one can work into a twenty-four hour period, and the addition of a new routine — or the re-initiation, rather, of an old routine — leaves less time, logically, for other routines. So when I tried finally to start working an exercise routine into my day, I found that, after school, jazz dance shuttle service, dinner, time with the kids, goodnight routines, and a short workout that I was left with ten minutes until my bedtime. So something’s got to go.
Bilingual Homophones
The Boy has been learning to talk for the last few months, and like all kids his age, he has begun extrapolating to amusing results. When indicating that he wanted a bit of chocolate once, K told him he could have pół, which is “half” in Polish, pronounced “poo.” You can probably already see where I’m going with this: when the Boy sees chocolate, asks for pół, and then excited realizes that he’s going indeed to get it, he starts repeating it obsessively, often in pairs. Which makes it difficult to know when he wants chocolate and when he wants to go to the potty chair…
The Test
I prepared tonight some screenshots of various web sites for tomorrow’s lesson: students will be practicing citing an online article. I wonder if they’ll take this one seriously…
Second Thoughts
I would bet that all those in Poland who’d opposed the placement of an American missile defense system in Poland are now having second, third, and fourth thoughts.
Master of Kittens
L says, “Daddy, you’re the master of playing with kittens. Elsa just adores you! When you play with her, it’s a joy to watch, even.”
Dressing the Boy
I usually end up dressing the Boy after a bath. Not always, but usually. It’s one of the times he’s most chatty, and his developing bilinguality shows often, as does the linguistically-hybrid nature of our family.
“Who’s my misiek?” I ask after he’s pointed to a teddy bear on his sleeper and proclaimed it to be a “misiek.” He smiles. I ask again: “Are you my misiek?”
“Tak!” he joyously replies.
Use Your Words
“Yes or no?” I ask the Boy.
“Tak,” he replies.
Musical Memory
Spotify has allowed me to wallow in music I literally haven’t heard ten or more years, which is to say wallow in nostalgia.
Play My Boy To Sleep
Few things are as rewarding as getting one’s guitar and playing in a darkened hushed room until one’s son is fast asleep.