...the kids and I took a leisurely trip down to Northern Virginia on Saturday to visit one of my oldest (literally, ha, we'll see if she reads this) friends, Laura (Laura who always makes me feel like I'm talking in the third person).
We went through a few flurries on the beltway. And then we got on the road toward Annapolis and the Bay Bridge and all of a sudden I was in a snow globe. I kept thinking, "Look at the yellow line on the left, then the white lines on the right." And then I couldn't see any lines.
Honestly, I have never been so scared in my entire life.
We pulled off the road, got gas, pull-ups (for me, ha, needed them at that point), water, and a hotel room.
Oh, and Play Doh.
...Some were a little more thrilled than I was.
Three Marines stood with Charlie in the lobby while I unloaded the car and Clara. They were showing him their swords (they had just come from a wedding). I walked up to hear him saying to them, "I got a sword like dat."
It was one of those times when you realized it might actually be a good thing that you generally have at least five full meals somewhere in your car.
It looks comfy.
It was an early morning wake up call with some cartoons in bed, Starbucks, and then home. Luckily we are all cuddled in safely for tonight's storm.
Charlie's artwork was featured at a local art gallery last weekend.
In preschool, he was never interested in art. We just figured he didn't really like it. That was OK. He's allowed to not like things.
But he started Kindergarten, has a wonderful art teacher, and a wonderful occupational therapist who helps him with how to hold his art tools. He also has an uncle who got him oil pastels for Christmas (his favorite tool). He now says that, "Awt" is his favorite class.
(And much to his father's horror, he's also become quite the Raven fan).
...Friday night at about 11 p.m., I decided to surprise Clara with tickets to the 11 a.m. Saturday show of Crozen on Ice. If you aren't Clara, you probably call it Frozen on Ice.
We got there at 10:00 a.m. and found out our tickets were for the, uh, 2:30 p.m. show.
It actually worked in our favor because once Clara saw all the other girls at the arena in their Elsa dresses...
Well, she had to have one.
So we went to Target, the mall, lunch. And then back for the 2:30 p.m. show.
...and our $25 commemorative photo.
She couldn't wait.
She was amazed.
And then there was me. The former competitive figure skater. Thinking the whole time, "I could've done this." (Especially when Prince Hans fell on his double axle), and then taking a moment to enjoy my $13 cotton candy.
And then it was over and Clara said, "I want to see that again. Right now. Right now. RIGHT NOW!"
We'll always have the memories. And the $25 commemorative picture.
...It is common for kids with language issues to also struggle with reading. Charlie has a communication book that comes home with him every night with notes from his teachers and if there's ever any struggle, it's in reading ("distracted," "had trouble with task").
I take this harder than I ever expected.
As Ken said, I shouldn't expect every day to be sunshine and rainbows and unicorns. But that doesn't keep me from wanting every day to be sunshine and rainbows and unicorns.
He might struggle to learn to read (it's still early, I realize that), but I know he already loves to read.
Science, however? He's already smarter than me. (And Ken realized there was a more, uh, correct answer to the second part of the first question).