Cleo and I surprised Roger with Avengers themed party ware. He enjoyed it - Sidney probably enjoyed it even more since the Hulk was pictured on the cups, napkins and plates.
Thursday, Dec. 13, we attended Sidney’s daycare/Cleo’s aftercare’s holiday show. It was at a nearby elementary school, not Cleo’s. Sidney did very well. He sang Feliz Navidad and the Christmas Song. The Christmas Song entails the kids singing a word that represents each letter in the word “Christmas.” Sidney and his classmates all wore big sombreros. I was unable to take good pictures (see below); next week I will try to insert a video link in a blog entry.
Cleo’s aftercare class recited a speech about the Christmas traditions in Madagascar. I know her shirt is riding up, the girl keeps growing!
Cleo with one of her aftercare teachers, Ms. Shereef.
Cleo getting a candy cane from Santa (aka Mr. Bob who drives the van to pick her up from Deerwood Academy and is also one of her aftercare teachers).
This past weekend we ran errands. Cleo confided in Roger and me on Friday that she made a list for Santa at school that included (1) doll, (2) bike, and (3) new coat. She told Roger she wanted a “bed doll” (whatever that means. I showed her the cute rag doll on her bed with a purple dress and “Cleo” embroidered in white on the dress but she said that she wanted something different. So, Saturday, December 15, we took her and Sidney to Toys R Us so that she could show us what type of doll that she wanted. After walking around a bit she said that she was happy with the dolls and stuffed animals she already had. When pressed regarding the doll, she said that she actually just put down things on the list that she could spell and she could not recall the other things she actually wanted. Five year-olds can be perplexing.
Sidney’s ability to print his name is improving vastly! His lowercase “n” is really coming along.
Like most people, I have been incredibly affected by the murders of the 26 people in Newtown, CT. On Friday, my initial desire was to leave work and go pick Cleo and Sidney up in order to see them and have proof that they were fine and remained intact. But, instead, I stayed at work and I read new stories on-line until it was time for me to leave to pick them up from daycare.
In the car I listened to coverage on NPR and just let myself cry for the entire trip to the daycare. I was so happy to greet, hug, and kiss Cleo and Sidney who knew nothing of the day’s events and remain ignorant of it all. Although, in the car ride home yesterday from daycare, Cleo informed me from the backseat that when you die it means you are gone and never coming back. I asked her why she said that and if anyone was talking about death recently with her and she said, “no, it’s just something I thought of.” I wonder if she’d overheard older kids at her school talking on Monday.
On Saturday, I couldn’t watch TV coverage because the TV was monopolized by Cleo and Sidney’s programming choices. Occasionally, I snuck in a quick read of an article on MSNBC and Roger asked me why I was torturing myself. I wasn’t able to properly answer him then. All I knew was that over the weekend, I was just hungry for information. I kept hoping that the motivation of the shooter would be shared and there would be some way to put the events into some sort of rational packaging. Right now, it’s just so baffling. Instead of obsessing too much, I allow Cleo and Sidney to distract me.
Cleo and Sidney having fun on Sunday, Dec. 16.
Yesterday, I attended Cookies with Mom at Cleo's school. It was a lot of fun. It was from 9am-10am. I went to work immediately afterward. It was a very well-attended event. It cost $3 per mom/daughter pairing.
The girls got to decorate the boxes that held the cookies.
Cleo and her pal MiAngel. She's in a different kindergarten class; they attended Kids R Kids for preschool.
Cleo's million dollar smile. :-)
This week, I was looking through articles and came across an article about the text from Noah Ponzer’s (he was 6) mom and uncle’s eulogies from Noah’s funeral. At first I didn’t read it because I knew it would make me cry. But then I read it and it did make me cry and I am happy I read it. I finally realized why I am poring through the information and reading about the events and the victims. It’s because the least I can do is read about what those poor kids and women went through, and what the families are currently going through. I have the luxury of not reading an article or changing the station. The families cannot change the television station or shut off the computer; they are living the terrible truth of losing their loved ones. I choose to honor them by reading about their pain.
All weekend and this week (and every day from now on), I have taken every opportunity available to kiss, hug, and just adore Cleo and Sidney. I will never, ever take for granted the little, walking miracles that they are. Cleo receives my hugs and kisses without a fuss; Sidney will tolerate it only so long before he wiggles free from my loving clutches or wipes off my kiss from his cheek. Cleo and Sidney may not have noticed an uptick in my affection since I am normally very grabby, huggy, and kissy. But I am more conscious of being able to do it and appreciating every kiss, hug, and adoring gaze I am able to send in their direction.
Today, Roger and I attended Cleo's class holiday party. It was a lot of fun. We didn't take any pictures, sorry. It ended at 2:30pm and we took Cleo home. Cleo watched some Disney tv and let me nap a little. Roger did some work on the computer. The three of us picked Sidney up from daycare and we went to dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse; we had a gift card that we received last Christmas and never used. Then, we went to a neighborhood that has a lot of lights up. Jacksonville and Brooklyn take their house decorating much more seriously but the kids enjoyed it.
Today was Cleo's last day of school until school resumes on Jan. 7. Cleo will attend Kids R Kids Thursday and Friday.
We head to Jacksonville, FL on Saturday, Dec. 22 and return to Atlanta on Dec. 29. Have a great week and winter holiday! I will write a blog entry when we return from FL.