Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween

This year, I unexpectedly took Annabelle Trick-or-Treating for the first time! I had thought I might put it off another year, but a colleague from school invited us to join her family. Her youngest daughter is exactly one hour older than Annabelle (!) and the girls get along like old friends.

(An aside :: It is so nice to see that the girls are friends at school too and enjoy each other without parental influence, especially knowing that they will definitely begin first grade together when they are six years old. It adds a new dimension to seeing them play together, knowing that they will be friends for the next ten years, or even for the rest of their lives...)

Upon arriving at my friend's house I realized that I hadn't told Annabelle a thing about Halloween! She's learned a lot in recent weeks from the other children at school, but none of it has been talked about at home. Still in the car, I turned to her in the back seat...

Me :: Annabelle, do you know what we are going to do tonight?

Annabelle :: We are going Tricker Treating!

Me :: What does that mean?

Annabelle :: That means we are going to drive to a store and buy some candy!

Whoops. So I shared some details about the activity that we were about to try out, telling her how fun it is to meet new people and have them give us little treats. She immediately voiced her anxiety about visiting a bunch of strangers and asked if I would please be the one to knock on the door. We got out of the car and headed into my friend's house and within about a millisecond of observing the other children's enthusiasm and excitement, Annabelle could hardly wait.

Together with the others we began a casual stroll down a quiet residential street at dusk. Nearly every house had a few simple decorations and the porch lights were all on... we went to our first house and I took a picture just as Annabelle came sprinting down the driveway to show me that some nice lady had given her CANDY! The look on her face said, "Oh my god this is going to be the best night of my life."


For the next hour the children literally sprinted as fast as possible from door to door. I was relieved that I had decided to wear my running shoes! We quickly had to create a rule that the two girls had to wait at the end of the driveway until an adult could be there to walk with them.

At one point Annabelle stumbled on the sidewalk and dumped the entire contents of her basket onto the street. We helped her gather the candy back into her basket and went on our way. Less than one minute later, I snapped this picture of them waiting on the driveway while overhearing their conversation...


Friend :: Remember when you tripped and all your candy spilled?

Annabelle :: Yes.

Friend :: And remember when they helped you pick it all up?

Annabelle :: Yes.

Friend :: I almost cried for you.

Towards the end of the walk we came to one house that had set up a basket full of candy on the porch, with a little sign inviting visitors to help themselves. As the girls reached up to take their share, I leaned over and whispered...

Me :: Let's play a funny joke!

Girls :: (wide eyed and smiling) Yeah!

Me :: Instead of taking candy from this basket, let's dump all of OUR candy into it!

Girls :: YEAH!!!!!

And so the candy was unloaded into the basket. Amazingly, they still ended the night with a huge collection of treats. We walked into my friend's home and I told Annabelle that it was time for the very last part of Halloween, the part where she gets to choose one piece for herself and two pieces to save for Daddy... because the Halloween fairy was coming to our friend's house that night to get the rest.

We left a big pile of chocolate and candy on the carpet. But we made quite a little memory for us both! Such a spontaneous night, much more fun than I would have ever expected. Annabelle fell asleep in the car within just a couple minutes of the drive home.

I placed her chosen lollipop right next to her banana on the kitchen counter so she can grab them both after she wakes up tomorrow morning. It will be so fun to talk about it all in the morning! And I'm so glad I didn't wait till next year...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Telling on the truth

Annabelle :: Guess what?

Me :: What?

Annabelle :: Today in the playground Jasper tripped me and I fell down.

Me :: Really? Are you okay?

Annabelle :: And then he told Teacher Carole that I pushed him.

Me :: He did?

(long pause)

Annabelle :: Guess what?

Me :: What?

Annabelle :: (eyes wide, mouth open, looking incredibly amazed, with her hands palms up) Jasper was telling the truth and I was NOT telling the truth!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Dawn


From my bedroom balcony... untouched!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My mom is a teacher now...

Just eight weeks into the school year and I can honestly say that Annabelle has spent countless hours with me in my classroom. We paint together as I do my prep work for painting, we form clay together, she listens to me practice my songs, stories, and verse. She joins me while I make up movements for circle time. When I am working at my desk she works at hers.


She has also informed me that she will never go to the first grade and plans to remain in kindergarten for five more years.

Annabelle has the distinction of being the youngest FAB child (Faculty, Admin, Board) at the school. It's a really wonderful group of children, and they seem to group together and watch out for each other. I overheard the 9 year old daughter of the fourth grade teacher talking to Annabelle a couple weeks ago.

Friend :: Your mom is the first grade teacher?

Annabelle :: Yes.

Friend :: That means you're FAB. And FAB kids are COOL.

It's so nice to feel that Annabelle is really having a good time coming to school. And having that feeling reinforced by the relationships she is developing with other children is such a relief! The children that Annabelle refers to as her friends range from kindergarten all the way through eighth grade. I can easily say she has a "friend" in each grade... which speaks to her precocious sociability, I suppose, as well as a confirmation that this is where she belongs.

And me too, I belong here too. I feel so fortunate that my closest colleagues are my peers at work but also in the world: we are all about the same age, married, with children, and closely aligned with the values that support our work. We are the lower grades teachers, grades 1 through 4... and will move through the curriculum side by side. I genuinely value diversity, but I have to say that the similarities we share offer a sense of comfort I have really needed as I come into a new community and leave my stay-at-home-mom life behind.

This coming month presents more big change for us: we are moving again. The beauty and art that surrounds us here in this amazing home is remarkable but we could no longer deny that we belong elsewhere. Thankfully we found a place that suits us very well and places us closer to the school and within walking distance of Dave's future office building. While the idea of moving sounds stressful, we have also struggled to feel settled and the move will give us a real chance to dig in for a while. Hopefully many years!

We are looking forward to the new year with great anticipation...

Monday, October 26, 2009

Bounce House

It seems that around here having a bounce house is compulsory if you are going to put up a tent in a parking lot and call it a pumpkin patch. And, so, for eight dollars I bought Annabelle thirty minutes of all-you-can-bounce time in the huge pirate ship / great white shark bounce house eye sore off a major thoroughfare.

I can guarantee she'll sleep through the night tonight.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Fresh Ideas

Annabelle :: Guess what!?!

Me :: What?

Annabelle :: I have a light in my belly. When I'm happy, it's on! When I'm sad, it's off.

(she fumbles with her shirt)

Annabelle :: Click! IT'S ON!!

Monday, October 12, 2009

Angels Everywhere :: obscure, beautiful, strange

Every room, and nearly every hallway is graced by an angel. Some are quite beautiful, some traditional. Some are barely recognizable. Some are disturbing, some only stand as a gentle reminder...