Our plan to divert Ike to Texas by steadfastly preparing to evacuate a second time paid off! Ike is going to the nearby Red Stet and just to make sure it continues to do so, we are keeping our storm shutters firmly latched, the inside walls bare, and the fridge limited to 5 items within it’s pristine clean interior. The more we are prepared to leave, the less the likelihood of needing to leave. It’s a predictive model with textbook correlation.
But even though our living arrangements speak of a family on the verge of evacuation, our days this week have been the slow return to Normal Life. Kids running around with underwear on their heads. Me walking halfway to the store before realizing I forgot to put on shoes. Paul coming to terms with coffee as the key to his salvation.
This week brought on several BIG EVENTS.
The first and Most Important was the start of school. I was the only parent without a camera when we dropped Will off for his FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN. Will’s teachers came to my aid and emailed pictures home that they, themselves, took of the kids during different parts of their first day… reading books, playing with toys, singing songs, having recess, eating lunch, and just generally looking cute in their uniforms. From these, I have proof positive that Will is making friends and having fun at school. Further, he does not seem to be acting the part of gangsta kid, a character behavior he appeared to be adopting over the summer, as shown by this class picture taken on the last day of his summer camp (note: although I cropped out the other children in the photo, I can promise that they are all smiling sweetly and most definitely not grabbing any unmentionable parts.)
Sometimes, my pride as a Mother leaves me speechless.
Quick on the heals of the first day of school was Will’s First Ever Gymnastics class. At last year’s Fete, I won a credit for a class at Audubon Gymnastics via silent auction. Will, who had once been enthusiastically in support of gym class, did a radical 180-degree turn on us Monday morning, announcing how he “HATED GYMNASTICS”. This is when Paul called “NOT IT!” making me the default parent to take him to the class.
True to their website, Will was the only boy in a sea of pink-tutu clad girls. After class, I had two big surprises. First, Will did not once ask for either a pink leotard or a tutu even though he was the only one not wearing them. Second, he bounced out of the class expounding on his LOVE FOR GYMNASTICS. Could we come back tomorrow? How about before school? After school? Everyday and forever, ’cause I really love it? Oh, and Mommy, I REALLY WANT TO TAKE BALLET, TOO.
My heart actually stopped beating for a minute when this came out. BALLET? Did I hear that right? When pregnant, I fantasized about Will being my Billy Elliot, but since then have humbly embraced him for the impressive sports-dude that he seems to be. Now he wants ballet? Or maybe he quickly saw the benefits of being a group’s only boy?
I called. Ballet class was full. He’s on the waiting list.
Keeping with our summer promise of staying with swimming, Paul took Will to his first Swim Team class today. The deal is that for $50/month, Will needs only attend two sessions a week (offered M-F) and they teach him what he’s missing from the four basic strokes and work on endurance. The report from Paul was that the prodigious-ness he showed in the summer was not a fluke; Will continues to astound and amaze in the water. Proof positive that guys who like ballet can also be kick-ass sports dudes. And gangsta.
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UPDATE! As I wrote this, another email came in from Will’s teacher with more pictures (!!) and details of their activities today:
Dear parents
Today, Elodie (the other kindergarten’s teacher) went to our classroom to do a science activity while I went with the other class to play hide and seek (cache-cache) with Ouille the frog (grenouille) puppet. She went under (sous) and above ( sur ) a chair like the children did this morning in PE. And then we exchanged, so each class had the 2 activities. They also started some painting and counting activities and they colored the letters of their name. It can seem a little difficult for the new students but don’t worry they do great and they will catch up in French.
Here are some photos from yesterday for PE (motricite) and from today.
Tomorrow they will dance the fish-dance and they will have their first music class.
liprap | 11-Sep-08 at 5:33 am | Permalink
We have a pre-Katrina fridge as well. And I also think Ike is actually Hurricane Ikea, headed for the one in Houston so’s it can replenish its power to hurl Swedish-designed furniture at anything that crosses its path.
Sounds like Will is having some GREAT times!
admin | 11-Sep-08 at 6:48 am | Permalink
Hurricane Ikea is cracking me up. Ahhh — duck! Cheap particle board with ‘clean lines’ headed your way!!
🙂