What do you mean, “It doesn’t snow here”?
I’ve been practicing all my moves. Well, there’s only one…
Just imagine: Me. Roaring fire. Hot toddy in hand. What could be more perfect?
** Note from me: I was going for snow bunny here, but as I looked at the pictures later, I realized that between her silver pants and the fact that her head looks enormous enough to be wearing a helmet, she looked more space-y than snow-y. Sorry!
Peace, man.
Welcome back to the school year! It definitely feels like Fall to me, with the crisp, crisp air and changing quality of light. Unfortunately for us, it is not going well. Otis just started kindergarten and the adjustment has been rough, which has been surprising because he’s always been pretty easy-going. And when I say rough, I mean the teacher has had to pry him from my arms and shut the door while he screams my name and paws at the window. This has led to my introduction to the kindness of many fellow mothers at the school, who formed a sort of protective circle around me one day as I cried into my hankie. This is all very normal and will pass, I know, but it sure is hard to watch.
I’ve been commiserating with the parents of Otis’s former classmates and comparing notes on the various ways that our children have been exhibiting their anxiety. One has developed a twitch in his eye. Another has stopped eating and has had an upset stomach for the last couple of weeks. And Otis has severe separation anxiety. Would you believe he would rather go grocery shopping with me (which he likes to call “shopping for untasty vegetables”) than stay home with F?
On the other hand, though, Bee LOVES school. She throws herself enthusiastically into each and every activity, and keeps asking me every night if school “has arrived yet.” She’s also going a little nuts, though, a bit more manic than usual. But I’m definitely looking forward to things settling down in the upcoming weeks. Anyone have any funny back-to-school stories that you can laugh about now?
Otis has a message for you.
Arrrrrrr! Happy Labor Day, you scurvy lads!
(Because what is a pirate worth if he can’t appreciate the sweaty brow of the working man?)
You punks ready to get physical?
You are a tall, tall tree. Strong and tall. You are a hundred year old redwood! Be that tree! Show them how strong a she-tree can be.
Now it’s windy. It’s a typhoon! You are still that tree, but now sway from side to side!
Now you are transported. You are alone, standing on a solitary stump in the middle of a body of water. You are the karate kid!
Good job. Now give yourself a cheer!
Dance break!
Do it, girl! Break it! Pop it! Go!
That’s not moving you? Well, then I’m gonna hit you with some jazz hands!
Good workout!
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. And then what happened?
OMG! No, he did NOT say that!
Wait, hold that thought. I gotta get limber.
OK, but totally call me if he so much as texts you!
