Kindy Recap

Warning: If you're tired of reading about kindergarten, then just go ahead and skip this post. 

Ok.  I guess everybody who stuck with me is dying to know how Sarah's first day went, right?  Well, there were tears.  And a lot of llama drama.  

So let me start at the beginning.  

The kids awoke to my lame attempt at a schultute, a paper cone filled with goodies for back-to-school.  I just wanted to get things started on a positive note and make the kiddos feel special. 

 Which they did.

 Crayons and candy.  All a girl really needs.

Don't be fooled by these smiles, though, people were tired.  

And by "people" I mean the ENTIRE family, since we were all up throughout the night for various reasons, most of which circled back to the cough that decided to claim squatter's rights in Sarah's chest 2 days before school started.

No worries, it was only a 1/2 day of school, 

so we gave her some honey tea and sent her on her way.

Oh, and by "sent her on her way", 

I mean "walked her into school en masse and took embarrassing photos along the way while Mom tried and failed to hold back tears".

 Best shot of the day, and Mike is fired from family photography.

 I thought Sarah was quite the little schmoozer, giving the teacher a Sarah original piece of art.

But, then I saw the veteran students bringing in fresh flowers.  

Foiled again!

After a quick trip to the ol' locker,

it was time to meet the table-mates and get down to morning work. 

And that was the last smile any of us got for the rest of the day.

Around noontime, Will and I rolled up with the stroller and eagerly awaited 

the appearance of our girl at the "Walkers" exit. 

As most of the rest of the kindergarteners rushed out wearing conquerors' smiles, I peered into the crowd and couldn't find my girl.  At first I thought we'd messed up and put her down as a car rider, and then I saw her.  Angry tears painted her cheeks, her face bunched up like a fist.

Uh-oh.

I ran and scooped her up, and then she let me HAVE IT.

"I told my teacher I didn't want to be a walker!  Why can't you drive to school like normal people?! Nobody played with me on the playground and my teacher gave me a headache because she talks too much!  I'm not going back!!!"

Soooooo, that went well. 

Fortunately, a round of meds and a weekend spent bouncing off the walls like a deranged hamster was just the ticket to a better frame of mind.

And this was the scene walking to school yesterday morning.

Another 1/2 day meant another noontime pickup, and she was all triumphant smiles. 

And she loves her teacher.

And she saw lots of friends on the playground.

And she moved her clip up, learned a new dance in P.E., 

and found her way to her class all by herself. 

(I know that last one because I lurked in the hallway to make sure, against her wishes.)

Her only request was to go to aftercare.

Guess what, dearie?  Your wish is granted as of next week.

This week, though, I'm going to walk you to and from school every day and soak it in.

The Big Time

August 1st marks back to school for us here in Nashville.  

It also means that THIS BABY

...is officially a kindergartener.  

What the wha?!

Cue the ugly cry and scary raccoon eyes, 'cause I can't even THINK about my Itsy-Bits being in elementary school without tearing up.

Warning: Tangent Ahead
Apparently, people (read: husbands) don't see what the big deal is about kindergarten.  Sure, Sarah's been going to daycare and preschool since she was 7 weeks old, but this is different. 

It's real school.  
And when I picture my sweet girl going to big kid school, 
THIS

  is what I'm seeing lugging around a backpack and getting in trouble for talking. 

While she eagerly anticipates cracking her world open a bit wider, my heart's a little bruised at the thought of not being at the center of it all.  I'm trying to focus on all the new friends and fun she'll have, but part of me aches for the hurt that's mixed up in all that wonder. 

 I know it's selfish to want to keep her in a bubble, but what if bad things happen?

I guess they will.

It's a good thing "what if?" has another side to it.

What if wonderful things happen?

Yeah, that's much better. 

I'll tell you one thing: kindergarten ain't ready for this girl.

Let's just hope nobody has to pry me off her leg with a shoehorn in some pitiful role-reversal.

Fun for Free! East Nashville Edition

Hi! 

Sorry for the unpredictable posts lately, but with school starting on THURSDAY(!!!!) we've been trying to soak up as much summer fun as we can. 

This means lots of doing things rather than photographing and writing about them. 

But, I did manage to snap some pics of a recent venture out east.  East Nashville, that is.  I have a very dear friend who just moved over there, and she's been showing us around that side of town.  Kind of silly, since we've lived here 5 years, 

but I blame the gestation and procreation stage of life that we're in. 

Anyhoo, our friend and faux relative told us about Shelby Bottoms Greenway. 

 (I keep calling it Soggy Bottoms.  Yes, I have the sense of humor of an 8-year-old boy.)  

I'd heard about it from another mom, but we'd never made it over there until last Friday. 

Though we didn't even cross a county line, we packed enough provisions (read: snacks) and changes of clothes to last 48 hours, plus fishing poles and swimsuits, etc.  

Somewhere along the way I got it into my head that there was a giant mud pit, so I also had towels and a tarp for the car.  

View from the sandbox

There wasn't any mud pit, but they had a killer natural play space with the awesome sandbox pictured above, as well as nooks, tunnels, and a kid-sized fort.  We determined that the paved greenway would be an excellent place to ride bikes, the only things we failed to bring. 

Next, we tried our hands at fishing. 

Turns out, fishing is a sport that works a lot better when Mom's not in charge.

And when we have the proper equipment.  A super-nice man took pity on us (and probably gave up on catching anything because we are LOUD) and advised us on a few critical pieces we were missing, like weights, a float, and bait. 

I told him I wouldn't actually know what to do if we caught anything besides a stick, 

and that I'd probably leave the fish on the hook. 

Since we were already in the area and nobody got muddy or wet, we decided to hit the splash pad at Cumberland Park.

This park is relatively new and located right by Titans' stadium.  

As you can see, there's a splash pad.

Plastic cups are essential for splashing fun and water fights.

              There's also a pretty cool sandbox with dinosaur "fossils" buried so deep under              t                     the sand that only the most tenacious mom has been able uncover it.

My littles were pretty excited to discover some dinosaur tracks.

Once you've gotten sufficiently waterlogged and sandy, it's time to hit the other play areas. 

Unleash your inner Spiderman on the ropes course, slide down the slides (if they're open),

Or stick your head through a porthole in the wall.

It's become something of a tradition for us to end every trip here with a ride up the glass elevator to the pedestrian bridge spanning the Cumberland. 

We check out the views

and try not to get anybody's head stuck in the rails.

Happy Wednesday!

Not Your Mama's VBS

So, last week was Vacation Bible School at our church.  This was only the second year I volunteered to help out with anything, so it was a real learning experience.  Since it's 5 days  and $15 for the whole week, you have a great big mix of kids who are church members, preschool students, and children from the surrounding area. 

I like to think of it as guerilla-teaching: ages ranging from 4 to 12, rotating through each day for a given time period.  You have to quickly set goals and behavior expectations, while making the whole experience fun and accessible for a variety of backgrounds.

Of course, a detailed curriculum is provided.  

But, since I like to make things more complicated than they have to be, 

I didn't stick real close to the script. 

Mainly because the script called for me to dress like a shepherd for 5 days in a row. 

I was the storytelling chick, in charge of portraying various Bible stories and illuminating the main idea of each of them, pertaining to the week's theme. 

Piece of cake, right?

Not exactly. 

30 minutes can seem incredibly long when you're talking about Peter and Cornelius with 4-and-5-year olds, but I could have easily filled 90 minutes with my 4th, 5th, and 6th-graders.  

That's where YouTube came in to save the day! 

Here's an equation:

Legos + animation + Zacchaeus/Good Samaritan = Happy kids

But, we didn't spend the whole time watching YouTube and Lego-mation.  

We discussed.  People got squirmy.

And we had to get up and move. 

 At times, that meant playing Hot Potato or freeze dancing.  

Other times, we needed more structure, requiring a little more planning. 

Homemade Play-doh was one of the heavy-hitters in my bag of tricks for this week.  The little guys got to squish it around and make "bread" like in the Elijah/widow story, and everybody played with it throughout the week if we had extra time.

Another useful prop: a Bible-themed busy box.  I used rainbow rice (sand would be more apropos), Nativity peg dolls, and extra truffula trees.  It was a hit all week, and there was minimal mess.

 

My star jars were a soothing source of fascination as well, 

and provided a great hook for  the Sarah/Abraham story.  I can't figure out where I put them, but it's just a whole bunch of glitter-glue and water in a jar.

But, do you want to know what the all-star, crowd-pleasing, home-run activity was, though?

This:

For our Zacchaeus story day, the kids broke themselves into small groups and I gave each group a handful of straws and a blob of dough in a bowl.  Their job was to link the straws together to build a structure as high as they could.  I have never seen such teamwork or focus.  Except for my littlest guys, these kids worked in total concentration for 15 to 20 minutes, trying to win the title of "Tallest Straw Structure".  

Or something.

Readers' theater worked amazingly well with the big guys.  Not so much with the littles, even if they were just acting it out and I was doing all of the reading.  

My favorite thing was the "Good Samaritan First-Aid Station", using Barbies, bandages, and wet wipes.  The girlies especially enjoyed it.

One of the things I love to do when I'm telling Bible stories is to read a secular picture book that parallels the themes and characters of the original.  For instance, after we talked about good ol' Zacchaeus, I read Mo Willems' Leonardo the Terrible Monster, and discussed the similarities between the two main characters and their similar change of heart.  

What was the station after that?

Monster Puppets!

Here's another crowd-pleaser for illustrating 

the Priest's and the Levite's "tunnel-vision" in the Good Samaritan:

Let's watch as Will demonstrates the proper use 

of the paper cone goggles in a masking-tape maze.

I can't believe a 3-year-old would be contrary.  They're usually so helpful ;)

Anyway, the big guys made fun of my lame maze-making skillz, but they really got into their role as the wounded on the side of the road.  

My little peeps thought the maze was cool.  

So there.

The real highlight of the week was Mission Night.

And getting to wear hairnets.

Hairnet lasted approx. 3.6 seconds.  Apparently, it was Will's mission to "Get those pigs!!!".

The reason for the unflattering headgear is that we were packaging 10,000 meals to send across the globe to those in need.

Sarah was a pro, and had a blast.  Plus, she rocked that hairnet.

Selfie.

Me? Not so much. 

 "Lunchlady" wasn't the look I was going for, but, 

add a hairy mole to my chin, and, Presto!

In the words of the great RuPaul, "You better work!"  
No matter what look you're sportin' this Wednesday.

Ballerinas

Last Saturday, Sarah finished up her summer ballet class. 

 Parents (and siblings) were invited to sit in and see 

what the girls learned throughout their time there. 

 I learned that my girl has my flexibility (or lack thereof),

 and the enthusiasm and self-confidence that only a 5-year-old can have.

 She holds her beautiful long-fingered hands with the grace of a ballerina twice her age, 

and she has those toes pointed at all times. 

 I think this might be my favorite picture, and I'm 80% sure it was snapped by Will.

  (I think he might have had a wee crush on the "ballerina teacher").

 In celebration of our tiny dancer's hard work,
 I wanted to make a dance ensemble for our AG doll, Sarah Jr.  
So, I got to work up-cycling an old dance dress 
and tights Sarah wore 2 years ago.  

Using a swimsuit pattern that I got for free from this site, 

 I cut the doll leotard out using as many of the original seams as possible 

in order to avoid my least favorite thing about sewing: hemming. 

 Unlike Sarah's dance dress, the doll has a detachable skirt that I just eyeballed. 

 The doll tights are just one leg of Sarah's old tights, cut down the middle 

and sewn up in two seams to make the legs. 

Everybody seems happy with this zero-cost addition to our AG's wardrobe. 

 In fact, now my little prima donna has requested dance slippers for her mini-me as well. 

I think that might be pushing the limits of my time and skills, but we'll see.

When Daddy's In Charge...

Sometimes, a mama just needs some time on a Saturday to get some stuff done.  You know, like eating bonbons, catching up on her soaps  cleaning the toilets, scrubbing bathtubs, and doing school work.   Being the awesome dad he is 

(and given the choice between hanging with the kids or de-funking the bathroom), 

Mike is game to help a hausfrau out, 

in his own unique way.

This is what a morning out with Daddy looks like around our 'hood:

Getting your hair did.

Hauling some lumber.

Blowing off some steam by shooting a Civil War-era cannon.

Retail therapy.

And taking a load off.  With a stuffed polar bear.

And taking a spin in Daddy's work chair.

Hope your Saturday looks a little better than the inside of a toilet!