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Friday, August 22, 2008
A new school year began on Tuesday
For Maryam, this means a big yellow bus comes and takes her beloved brothers away for 7 hours and she's stuck home with mommy. She was all giggles and smiles in the morning, as the neighbors all gathered to get the kids on the bus for the first day of class. But when the bus pulled away, she looked like she was about to cry, and ran down the sidewalk after it, pointing.
Today, Friday, she seems to have adjusted to our normal school year schedule. She loves it when her brothers come home, and will stop whatever she's doing when I say "let's go wait for the boys!".
In other news, Maryam has decided that she likes to sit in Wayne's chair at breakfast, with him in it! (She's also been snagging food off of his plate).
Monday, August 18, 2008
End of the summer tradition
I've been with the boys for four summers now. Four summers of pool passes, COSI visits, park trips, and zoo excursions. Four summers of exhausted days, whiny kids, and a cranky baby (only two summers of that).
Since that first summer, we've had a tradition of making summer t-shirts. At first I wanted the kids to draw what we did for the summer, and write their name and the year. Then it became just have fun and create a t-shirt, but put the year on it. It's pretty obvious whose shirt is whose. Aidan loves to draw, so his are very intricate. Wayne just has fun.
This was the first year I allowed Maryam to participate. She didn't quite get the hang of it, but did end up with quite a bit of fabric paint on her face, hands, and legs. The boys and I helped make her a nice purple one, and then we just had fun with her white shirt, with paint getting all over the place. Maybe next year she'll have a better idea of what to do.
Since that first summer, we've had a tradition of making summer t-shirts. At first I wanted the kids to draw what we did for the summer, and write their name and the year. Then it became just have fun and create a t-shirt, but put the year on it. It's pretty obvious whose shirt is whose. Aidan loves to draw, so his are very intricate. Wayne just has fun.
This was the first year I allowed Maryam to participate. She didn't quite get the hang of it, but did end up with quite a bit of fabric paint on her face, hands, and legs. The boys and I helped make her a nice purple one, and then we just had fun with her white shirt, with paint getting all over the place. Maybe next year she'll have a better idea of what to do.
First, I hear her scream....
She screamed like she was really hurt - a horrible, pain-filled scream. I ran to her, and this is the face I saw (yes, I took a picture. You'll see why in a second).
I looked to see what could cause such agony in my beautiful little girl.
Our cat, Frodo, was in Maryam's chair. Maryam looooooves her chair. She only lets her brothers sit in it, not some massive cat. Frodo is a good, sweet cat. But he's big, and he can have a temper. Maryam knows enough to not push him off the chair, so she'll usually scream for me.
And she sat in her chair, happy until he sat in her chair again, the next day.
I looked to see what could cause such agony in my beautiful little girl.
Our cat, Frodo, was in Maryam's chair. Maryam looooooves her chair. She only lets her brothers sit in it, not some massive cat. Frodo is a good, sweet cat. But he's big, and he can have a temper. Maryam knows enough to not push him off the chair, so she'll usually scream for me.
Once I got him off, Maryam quickly claimed her rightful space.
And she sat in her chair, happy until he sat in her chair again, the next day.
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