Category: school

General school

blue slips

Every once in a while Sofia’s teacher will give us a little glimpse in her day at school. They come in the form of blue slips she puts in our parent files. It is a bit exciting to see the blue slip in the file, as I am always curious as to what she does all day. Here are a few:

“She was so excited all day to be at school. She was tired before lunch! She asked ‘is it quiet time yet?’. I am really enjoying her.”

“She had lunch with Mia today. She also had a lesson on “how to button” and sandpaper sounds”

“Sofia has been really enjoying linear counting – counting chains in various quantities” – is it weird I am most proud of this one?

“Here is a really sweet thing that Sofia did yesterday. After lunch Sofia said “I am going to play with Andy today because Ben went home sick today. I will be his friend.” I told her she could be Andy’s friend even when Ben is here. She is so compassionate!” – okay, so maybe I am most proud of this one. :)

birthdays General school

four years gone by

Today is your birthday my sweet bean. My how these 4 years have flown by. We got to go to your school today for your celebration ceremony. We watched you take your four trips around the sun, holding the little earth tight in your hands. We had to make a poster with a story and a picture from each year of your life. It was so hard to choose only one story from each year. I think you have done more in your young life than many people do in their whole lifetimes. Every day is such an adventure with you and I can’t wait to see what the next year will bring.

I thought I might be a little weepy watching your class celebrate your fourth year of life but I couldn’t stop smiling with pride. The way you sat so still on your little stool in front of the whole class. The way you wore your pink crown. The way you called on each classmate so they could share their birthday blessing with you. The way that most of the class said they liked your crown, they liked your felt cake, but most of all they liked being your friend. You have turned into such a little lady in the past few weeks. Sometimes I see you out of the corner of my eye and I hardly recognize you. But then you turn your head and make a silly face, flashing me that smile we all know and love, and I know in an instant you are still my sweet, tiny little bean. We love you little buggy.

General school

right where she’s supposed to be

A couple years ago at work our team was split in two. One side went with our current manager, one would stay and do more of the same. With someone else. I was chosen to stay. At the time that wasn’t my first choice. I wanted to go with the other side. It would be the better side. Or so I thought. No reason why, just my thought. I was thinking today how happy I am that I was chosen to stay. My current managers are awesome, the team is great, and I am so grateful I wasn’t picked to go. I am right where I am supposed to be.

When we signed Sofia up for her current school, it wasn’t our first choice. There was another one. One with a two year waiting list. One that would be more convenient, one that would be better. Or so I thought. No reason why, just my thought. To my dismay she didn’t make it off the waiting list, so with our feet dragging, we went with choice number two. Choice number two is a good school, one that is fine for now, but we would keep updating our info on the waiting list in case a spot opened up at the other school. Or so we thought. We are due to renew our interest in school number one in January but I don’t think we will. I realized last night that she is already at “her” school number one. When she was introduced to her teacher I thought, oh she is older, Sofia is an active child that needs someone younger, to keep up. I was so wrong. Her current teacher, or guide as they are called, is perfect. They are a great fit as she keeps Sofia calm and focused at school. The bean has been known to give her a hug from time to time if she hasn’t seen her in a few days. Her classroom is having a holiday party with a little song and dance. They are having a secret Santa gift exchange in the classroom the week before. She has cooking class one afternoon a week. It is all working out better than expected. I have a feeling we will make the switch though once she starts 1st grade, as she would have a new teacher anyway, and a lot of kids from her school move on anyway. But right now? Right now we are happy, and more importantly she is happy. She is right where she is supposed to be.

General home humor school

don’t blink, you might miss it

Sofia has a very, oh shall we say, vibrant personality. I know this isn’t the first time we talk about this, or the last, but there are times when I stare at that kid and think where did you come from? From the moment her eyes open to the moment her eyes shut she is nonstop talking, sharing every thought in her brain with the world.

Most of the time it is inspiring, hearing a new perspective on the world, it reminds me to put away the computer for a moment, put down my phone, and just listen to the stream of consciousness coming out of this little being. I am afraid I will miss something, some phrase she has picked up or an observation she has made. I’ll catch myself asking her “what did you just say?” and she will always respond matter a fact, certain of what she is saying, almost with a tone of surprise that I hadn’t thought of it, or didn’t notice it myself.

Occasionally though it can be a bit overwhelming. Sometimes we crave a bit of silence and we get louder before it gets quieter. The other night I was painting her fingernails before her princess tea party and I finally told her that we couldn’t talk during finger nail painting. We had to whisper. I wanted to paint her fingernails forever. Even when she is watching a movie or show she is singing along, narrating the story, or talking back to the characters. We’ve been trying to incorporate things she is learning at school, because I know she isn’t this chatty in class, and hand raising is one of them. When we are on the phone, or talking to each other, we try to get her raise her hand and sit quietly before interrupting. I think the key word there is “try”. Last night at dinner Ajay and I were trying to talk about vacations and she kept chiming in. So we told her she needed to sit there and wait. So she did. Then she and I were chatting and Ajay chimed in. Sofia told him that he needed to raise his hand if he had a question. So he did. I said “yes Daddy, what’s your question?” and he said “I want one too” and Sofia immediately followed up with “Sorry Daddy, that wasn’t a question, that was a comment”. We both looked at each other, then turned back to her and asked her to repeat herself. She said slowly, to make sure we understood, “that wasn’t a question… that. was. a. comment.” See? You gotta pay attention or you might miss these things.

General humor school

That’s not a lady, that’s my mommy!

Today on our way to school our lane merged with another lane on the freeway. I was well ahead of the car next to me but for whatever reason the man driving didn’t like that I moved in front. I got the bird. He passed us then and gave us a nice stare down, to which I replied with a smile and friendly wave. Sofia asked who that was, and why was I waving hello. I told her he wasn’t nice when I passed them so when people are angry the best thing is to just smile and be nice. She likes to hear stories over and over again so over the course of our 30 minute drive I repeated it a few times. Finally she asked “what did he say when you passed him”. I didn’t want to say he flipped me off as that would take us down another road of explanations. So I said “he said – stupid lady!”. Sofia started laughing. “But mommy, you aren’t a lady!” “Oh yea? Then what am I?” “You’re not a lady, you’re a mommy. Silly mommy”. Silly mommy.