Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Lidiya on the left and Polina on the right.
Lovingly handmade by Ella Pederson. Beautiful work by a talented artisan.
I am saving one for Ellie for Christmas and giving the other to the daughter of a cherished friend. So hard to choose . . .
I love the idea of a little girl having a special doll that was made for her. Something all her own.
Monday, September 24, 2007
On the few days each year when registration comes around, my heart pounds as I compete with all of the other crazy Chicago moms who sit poised at their computers in an effort to snatch up the limited class space as soon as online registration opens. I am almost always successful in securing whatever program I want. I pay the paltry fee and barely give it another thought.
So here, a moment to say thank you for all that you have done for me, for almost nothing in exchange (maybe twenty or thirty dollars here and there). Thank you Chicago Park District for all of the low-cost, diverse programming you have provided for my children over the past three years. Sure, it hasn't all been great (i.e. Coach Nick and his almost comically disorganized and unenthusiastic approach to teaching three-year-olds how to play tee-ball). But most of it has been pretty decent. From summer camps, to tiny tot ballet, to mommy and me swimming.
So the fall session gets going this week. A little Moms, Pops, and Tots and Tiny Tot Swimming for Brendan and some Pre-School Playtime for Ellie. Thank you for the good times.
An Appreciative Mom
Friday, September 21, 2007
Navigating through the conservatory (B was delighted to be free from his stroller and keeping up with big sister).
Monday, September 17, 2007
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Monday, September 3, 2007
Wednesday is Ellie's first day of school ever. So exciting.
She is headed off to a Montessori preschool. Three full days a week (complete with lunch and short nap time). I know she will adore the whole experience. I am confident that she is prepared to make this transition. In fact, she declared that there is no need for me to drive her to school. She plans to take the school bus because that is how kids on television go to school.
I have spent lots of time thinking about how to give her her first back-to-school sendoff. What follows is a rough sketch of how I envision this going down . . .
We are going to get up nice and early so we aren't rushing. Instead of our usual lazy morning of pancakes and bacon followed by some playtime in our pjs, we are going to eat something expeditious (frozen waffles, blueberries and some oj?) and head upstairs in a timely fashion to put on our carefully chosen first day of school clothes. Once she is looking like the cutest little preschooler in the world, I plan to take an absurd amount of pictures to properly commemorate the moment.
Time to head out the door. Backpack? Check. New school shoes (complete with rhinestones and flower embroidery . . . Ellie's pick)? Check. Lunch bag filled with yummy lunch and a little note from Mom? Check. Little brother Brendan still in his pajamas because we haven't had time to get him dressed too? Check.
God willing, we will be in the car and buckled with ample time to make the fifteen minute drive in Chicago morning rush hour traffic so we won't be that family that is late on the first day of school.
A well-made plan. Update of actual course of events to follow.
Side note: I drew the above picture on my first day of kindergarten and it was chosen for the school calendar. A proud moment for a five year old. I was tickled to come upon it recently and concluded that my decision to keep every piece of artwork Ellie and Brendan have ever created is in fact a sensible thing to do.