Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Thanks for the Memories

In case you hadn't noticed, we're already halfway through April.  (Hopefully you remembered to file your taxes.) :)

Besides being tax day, April 15th marks the first quarter of our family's six-month separation.  I'll write more about life as a single mother later, but for now let me summarize by saying that I think this this experience has been most difficult for Jason.  I may be crazy-busy and often exhausted, but I am blessed to have the kids to brighten each day.  In the "Life of Pi," Pi descibes how a bengal tiger, Richard Parker, is actually his salvation as they are stranded together at sea.  Caring for Richard Parker gives Pi a reason to live, a purpose for each day.  Similarly, the kids save me, even through their neediness.  I am so engrossed in making sure that everyone is dressed and fed and occasionally clean that I rarely have a moment to feel lonely.  (Better yet, I'm not usually afraid that they will eat me, with the exception of Annika.)

Jason doesn't have the same luxury.  His work is tough, challenging, and time-consuming, but when he retires at night, it's lonely and too quiet to sleep.  He misses us, just like we miss him, but feels the ache more keenly without the blessing of constant distraction.  Peanut Butter, we love you and appreciate everything you do to support our family from afar!

So here's the good news.  Jason's coming home.  Thursday!  Hurrah!!  Which means that I better hurry and finish catching up on photos before we take a hundred more.  Enjoy the photo dump.

Cathedral Gorge:

When Jason came home for Annika's baby blessing in mid-March, we drove out to Cathedral Gorge, a Nevada State Park in the middle of nowhere.  Our friends, the Johnsons, were kind enough to invite us for some hiking and a picnic, and all of the grandparents were kind enough to tag along for the long journey.

The Wind Caves at Cathedral Gorge

Erosion of the soft clay created these dramatic, deep caverns and slot canyons.

Peering up through one of the many mazes.

The clay is perfect for climbing...

...or for resting, right Eli?

Jason, back at home in a desert clime.

Our friend Kess is the blue dot in the middle.

Brooklyn and Talia thought the caves were great fun for playing hide and seek.

Found you, Grandma Susie!
Here's the pavillion where we ate lunch.

From left to right, Heather, Thad, NomiAnn, and Kara--all enjoying our hot dog roast.

Papa Kay enjoyed his diet drink nearly as well.  If only I had that kind of willpower in the face of smores!

Kess's all-time favorite thing to do is kidnap the baby.
Ha ha!  I snagged her back.

Hiking to the overlook.  From the front...
And the back...
Just for the record, I love the kids' Camelbaks.  SO nice not having to tote water bottles for them.
And the view from the top.
On the way back, we stopped by an really neat old train depot in Caliente.
The inside of the train station had some fun hand-painted murals.
The best part, however, was the merry go round.
After some super spinning from Kajun and Keat, the kids were krazy dizzy.

Fun in St. George
When Justin and Brianna came up from Phoenix the next day, we all headed to mini-golf.  Here's princess Brianna in front of her castle.
The princess Annie Mae, sound asleep.
Justin and Brianna help retrieve some golf balls for their nieces.
And Jason, back at work behind the camera.
A fun afternoon, right Talia Lily?

Back at home, Grandma Susie pulled out a game of Qwirkle.

Talia, hard at work tallying the points.

Jason, serving Susie's pie in honor of Pi day.

All too soon, it was time to bid Daddy farewell.  I think Jason's absence has been hardest on Eli, who can't quite understand why it's taking Dad so long to come home.  Every time we drive past the Heritage Court construction site (a tax credit project Jason was highly involved in),  Eli notices and says, "That's Daddy's tower!"
NomiAnn:
Even though our bubbling house simmered shortly after Annika's baby blessing, my mother Cathy fortunately stayed for a full two weeks.  It was such a blessing to have her here!  Most days we were too busy caring for munchkins to take photos, but here are a few:

Hanging out by the duck pond at Shadow Mountain.  This cute little park is tucked away in a nearby neighborhood.  Too bad it took us so long to discover it!
The turtles remind me of our beloved Parc Tete d'Or in Lyon.
NomiAnn bonds with Annika (who is donning her first pony tail.)

Few things in this world are happier than bright red shoes.

Love this picture of Annie Mae watching NomiAnn sew.

Oops, spit up!

NomiAnn took each of the kids on a special date to Jumping Jacks or Fiesta Fun.
Can you tell Brooklyn had fun?

Walking with Annika along the Virgin River trail.

St. George in springtime.

The kids enjoyed a neighborhood Easter egg hunt at their school.

In truth, the event was a crazy free-for-all where the kids were better behaved than the adults.  The little girl next to Brooklyn didn't get any eggs, so Brooklyn and Talia happily shared their treats.  I was really proud of them.
As one who loves to be held, Annika is the ultimate time-waster.
Annie's favorite position.
And now the hard part--saying goodbye.  Thanks so much for coming, Mom!  You mean the world to us.

Aunt Callie:
As hard as it was to see my Mom go, my sister Callie came from Washington to spend her spring break with us about a week later.  We don't get to hang out nearly as often as we would like, so we played hard together.  We started the week with a picnic along the pa'rus trail in Zion and ended with an exploration of the white rocks in Snow Canyon, squeezing all sorts of adventure in between.  (We also squeezed in all sorts of miracles too, but I'll save those for later.  Let's just say I'm extremely grateful Talia didn't get hit by a jeep and our van didn't get stolen when the door was left open all day.)  Despite all the fun, I took almost no photos.  I guess that makes the ones that I do have even more special.
Aunt Callie and Annika.  You can tell Annie loves her auntie!

We delighted the kids by treating them to shaved ice one hot afternoon.  Sugar in a cup--Talia was ecstatic!

Eli thought the spoons that change color were pretty nifty.

Even Brooklyn agreed that a small tropical snow is plenty large!

Can you tell we're sisters? (By the way, I got a compliment on my figure when Callie went to my gym class one morning.  An older woman told Callie how fantastic she looked after having four kids.  Wish someone would tell me that...)

And one more photo with my sis.  Callie, it was such a treat having you!  Thank you for spending your break with our crazy crew.  Far from a relaxing vacation, but hey, definitely something different!
Whew!  And there you have it.  We're all caught up on photos and ready to make some more memories.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Running for Boston

For a couple of weeks I've been meaning to post about how I'm signed up to run a half marathon...on Saturday.  I've been meaning to write about how even though training has been extra-challenging with Jason in New York, it's been invaluable for maintaining emotional stability.  I've been meaning to tell you how running has been an anchor during this time of trial; how even though the floors don't get mopped, it's worth it.

Now, in the aftermath of the deadly explosions at the Boston Marathon, my reflections seem trivial and unimportant.  Even though I was not personally affected, I still feel a sense of connection to this community of runners, and perhaps an even closer connection to the loved ones who cheer them on.  One of the blessings of not having TV in our home is that we aren't flooded with terrible images from the news.  I have lived through multiple crises without ever seeing a broadcast about them--9/11, Aurora, Sandy Hook, and now Boston.  (For runners, "Boston" is the marathon--no further description needed.) 

Yet even without seeing what happened, I still feel sorrow for all those affected.  Along with so many others, I ache most for those maimed and killed by such violence.  Yet my heart also aches for those who prepared so long and hard for the chance to run in Boston, only to have the day cruelly marred.  I'm sad for those who dreamed of running Boston someday, and now wonder if the glory of the finish line will ever feel quite the same.  And of course, I'm sad for all the family and friends on the sideline who must now cheer from beneath a shadow of uncertainty and fear.

Feeling disheartened after reading a few news reports, I considered dropping out of Saturday's race.  But no, I prefer to run--to run in rebellion against terrorism, as a protest against evil.  My foray into running over these past few years has taught me that at its core, running is good.  There's something about the mental and physical effort of continuing on for mile after mile that allows one to see life clearly, that provides perspective about what really matters.  I pray those affected by the explosions in Boston today can find healing in their runs.

Even though I may lack the natural aptitude (and long legs) to make it to the Boston starting line, on Saturday I will run in remembrance of today's tragedy.  I will support and encourage those with dreams of racing there some day, and when that day comes, I promise to be at the finish line, cheering.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Explanation Forthcoming...


Explanation forthcoming...

Or maybe not.  After all, how do you really explain it when your six year-old comes marching upstairs, proud as can be, to show off how she just pierced her own ear? She didn't poke the earring all the way through, but judging by the blood she came pretty close.  Really?!!!  I mean, who does that?  Cutting your own bangs is one thing, but this is in an entirely different realm.  I was positively at a loss of words.  As for Talia, she didn't seem at all bothered by the pain, but was supremely disappointed to discover that I wasn't going to let her keep the piercing.

If this is six, just imagine sixteen.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Because Every Monday Deserves a Laugh

Just in case you were wondering how we spent yesterday evening, we were playing with trash. Literally. The girls were busy getting ready for their "Forever Green" fashion show. Talia's robot costume was completely her own creation.
We named this one "Diet Dog" because walking your dog is far better than any diet soda.  (By the way, I couldn't decide if I was Supermom or just really, really stupid for bonding aluminum cans with Gorilla glue all while nursing my baby.)
Sure hope the robot doesn't drop her baby sister...
Just in case you were wondering, the mohawk still refuses to be tamed.
This hair is totally out of control.
Mom, aren't you going to do something?
Aww, well, I'm cute anyway.

Happy Monday!

Dilemma

Assuming our family stays in St. George, we're faced with a bit of a dilemma about where to send Brooklyn to school next year.  I thought I'd toss our dilemma out on the web for a couple of reasons: 1) I appreciate your experiences, ideas, and insights; and 2) writing about an issue often clarifies my own thoughts and helps in the decision making process.

At the moment, Brooklyn and Talia are both enrolled in a dual immersion, Spanish-English program at Dixie Sun Elementary.  One of the first elementary schools to adopt bilingual education in Utah, this school teaches core content material in both languages, spending half a day in each.  The girls have different teachers for each target language, and love the program.  Brooklyn has done remarkably well with Spanish.  Her comprehension and ability to produce even fairly nuanced translations is great.  Her grammar is pretty funky, but she's reading short chapter books.  And of course, I'm jealous of her native-like pronunciation.  Her current teacher, Mr. R. Garcia, likes to tease her about how she sounds more Latina than some Latinos. 

As much as I believe in bilingual education, we are still considering a second option for Brooklyn.  If we chose, Brooklyn could enroll in an Accelerated Learning Program at a small school called Diamond Valley, just north of Snow Canyon.  This full-day program buses students from around the district who might benefit from more challenging curriculum.  Last year was the pioneering year for the ALP strand, involving one class for third, fourth, and fifth grades.  This coming year, the program will likely expand to two classes for each grade. 

From a distance, pulling my daughter out of Dixie Sun to hang around other kids who have been labeled as GT (gifted and talented) seems rather snobby.  What most people don't realize, however, is that parenting a GT child has proven to be exceptionally challenging.  Listening to these teachers share the challenges of establishing an ALP classroom, I felt like someone finally understood how difficult it is to raise a child who is so bright that she thinks she already has all the answers.  While these children are academically gifted, they often struggle socially and emotionally.  They may lack the skills to appropriately deal with frustration since they are accustomed to solving everything easily.  Working in groups is difficult--they would much rather orchestrate and take charge than participate in a conversation.  While testing is a cinch, many have trouble getting organized and following through with assignments.  They can fall into the trap of laziness, failing to apply themselves and reach their full potential.  Instead, many prefer to rush through their work so they can grab a book and read for the rest of the day.

Hmm. Sounds familiar.  Who ever would have guessed that a learner who falls on either of the far ends of the learning spectrum is at-risk with special needs?  The teachers who pioneered the program last year described their job as intensely challenging, even exhausting, in trying to nurture these inquisitive minds that question everything.  They quickly learned that while the kids could pick up the academic content in a moment, they needed to invest a lot of effort into developing the whole child, equipping them with the social skills and emotional support necessary for success in life, not just the classroom.

At the informational meeting about the program, I expected to encounter intense, helicoptering parents bragging about their children's test scores.  While I'm sure there were a few in the crowd, for the most part the parents seemed as overwhelmed as I feel.  One parent asked, "Will you really be able to handle a child as different as mine?"  Another commented, "I've always known my son's either going to save the world or destroy it, and I need your help to guide him in the right direction."

While I don't believe that Brooklyn's going to destroy the world (although I'm sure she could if she put her mind to it), I do know that I need help.  She's been struggling lately, and I'm completely worn out from constantly engaging in a battle of the wills.  Like many GT children, Brooklyn feels this incredible need to make her voice heard--now if I could just help her understand the importance of listening as well.  The ALP teachers have extensive training in how to work with gifted children--I wish I had the same training as a parent.

And so, now the dilemma.  Do I keep Brooklyn at Dixie Sun or send her to Diamond Valley?  I see advantages and disadvantages both ways.  The biggest advantage of keeping Brooklyn at Dixie Sun, of course, is the bilingual environment.  If she's made this much progress in three years, imagine where she could be with three more.  She loves learning Spanish, and is concerned that she will lose it if she switches schools (a very valid concern.)  As a Title 1 school, Dixie Sun has some extra resources not found at Diamond Valley, such as their own music teacher and violin in the fourth and fifth grades.  I also really like how Brooklyn and Talia  ride the bus together and look out for one another at school.  While our family could probably work out the scheduling if they are at different schools, it definitely complicates things.  In general, I try to select options that simplify and keep us unified as a family unit.  (Okay, okay, you can scoff now as you think about how my hubby works in NY while the rest of us live in Utah.  Sometimes simple doesn't work out...)

At Diamond Valley, Brooklyn would likely be challenged academically by a more rigorous curriculum.  (That said, a dual immersion program does add its own level of rigor.)  Because Diamond Valley is not cramped for time in getting through the core curriculum in both languages, there is room for science, social studies, and extra units that are being glossed over or skipped completely at Dixie Sun.  In truth, Dixie Sun is so focused on helping its many at-risk students "catch up" that very little attention is given to challenging its advanced students.  On the other hand, Diamond Valley is a small school with small class sizes and experience with accelerated learning.  As a wealthier school, it has technological resources that are not found at Dixie Sun, such as iPad minis and Nooks.  (Not really my thing, but there you go.)  And then, of course, there is the location.  Even though a bus is available, I might drive Brooklyn to school anyway, just because the drive is so beautiful.

As far as disadvantages go, when visiting Diamond Valley, the school seemed...bland.  A good school, the test scores at Diamond Valley were in the 90th percentile even before adding the ALP strand.  I suspect that that its range of socio-economic diversity matches the range of its test scores.  Walking through the halls of Dixie Sun, on the other hand, feels rich.  Not a richness born of material wealth--far to the contrary.  There's a richness in the languages seen and heard, the diversity of students (at least 60% hispanic), and the wide backgrounds that draw students and teachers to the school.  Even though students wear uniforms (another plus in my view), the school just feels more, well, colorful.  Dixie Sun certainly has its challenges--lots of them--but it's never boring.

I guess the question is, will Brooklyn be helped most by putting her in a classroom of similar kids where her teachers understand her special needs, or will she better gain the skills she needs for success in life in an environment that more closely models the "real world"?  Where will she be happiest?  Where will she learn the most?  And what lessons will she be learning?

Any input or suggestions?  We have to make a decision soon.  Even after writing about the dilemma, I still feel lost--and grateful that we are choosing between two strong options. 

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Other thoughts:  Any great suggestions for keeping Brooklyn motivated with Spanish should we we switch her to Diamond Valley?  The best way would be to speak it consistently at home, but we haven't managed thus far.  I do believe the definition of insanity is to keep doing what you've been doing with the expectation of different results.


Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Easter Loveliness

Okay, can I vent for a moment? Just wanted to let you all know that I *loathe* the new photo upload on blogger. (I'd use the word "hate", but it's not allowed in our house.) I can't compose while my pictures are uploading, I can't ensure that they will upload in any particular order unless I upload one at a time, I can't specify the size or position in advance, and they all come massed together in one giant clump that I end up separating in HTML code. I tried to give it a few weeks to see if I could uncover some redeeming virtue, but I just can't see any improvement. So blogger, when it comes to this unrequested "upgrade," you receive failing marks in my book. Just saying.

Even though loading pictures may be particularly annoying as of late, I'd still like to post some pictures of Easter since our Daddy couldn't be there with us. The Easter celebration began on Friday with an egg hunt at our neighbor's house.
Eli, concentrating on finding eggs.  I love how he sticks his tongue out, just like his Mom!

Brooklyn coaches Eli through the process.

Part of the "big kid" hunt in the backyard, Brooklyn walked away with eleven dollar bills!  Hard for the Easter bunny to compete with that.  :)

Talia joins in the hunt

Many thanks to Daniel and Karen for the fantastic evening!

On Saturday we dyed Easter eggs. Lovely weather, lovely colors!

Eli prefers to work from his tabletop perch.
Talia patiently waits for her eggs to dye.
Almost done!
Artists hard at work!
Brooklyn focusing on her masterpiece.
So Brooklyn, what's going on in the brilliant brain of yours?
Everything is better with a touch of glitter.
Annika napped most of the time, at least until we stashed her in the grass as the cutest Easter egg ever.

Easter morning, we had a special surprise. Aunt Callie came to visit for the week! We celebrated with a lovely breakfast of baked french toast (aka decadent bread pudding).
Hooray for Aunties!  Here's Callie getting to know her newest niece.
Loving the bedhead, Talia!
Nummy!  We haven't enjoyed this dish since the morning after Annie Mae was born.
Callie shared the totally awesome Wilhoit tradition of peep jousting. You arm two peeps with a toothpick and stick them in the microwave to battle. The first peep to poke the other wins.
Ready to joust!
And the aftermath.  Our peeps ended up toppling before they ever managed to stab each other.  I guess we need more practice...
All too soon, it was time for church. We hurried to doll ourselves up as best we could, and snapped a few Easter photos after.
Callie and Annika, adorable in their matching yellow.  Annie Mae spends most Sundays swaddled in this sling.
When we got home from church, we discovered Polly our Easter bunny had hidden a few eggs.
Milkweed and her munchkins.
Brooklyn seems as happy to hold Annika as Annika seems to be held.
Posing with Aunt Callie--and a stick.
Thanks to Papa Kay and NomiAnn for the lovely matching Easter dresses.
Annie Mae absorbs the fun from her Bumbo perch.
And my favorite photo of all--the ladies in yellow.
I hope everyone had a lovely Easter!