Friday, September 12, 2014

What are boys made of?

Pablo asked me that question while we were winding down for the night. And before I could answer, he launches into something about puppy dog tails and frogs so I'm guessing he heard the poem in class today. But then he doesn't stop and includes stuff about Lego, and robots. Whu? I'm sure there was nothing in the poem about that. ;)

So when I woke up this morning I tried to find the "correct" lines to the poem so we can say it together later. It's "Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of." Hmm...looking at it now I'm not too happy with it. Bubba has got sugar and a whole lot of spice too. Then I found this pretty book:

That's our little boy right there! Running around with a cape and a rocket (sans shoes and pants of course) with our Duchess right beside him. I must get this book.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Timeline Project (Part 2)

Now that I'm not feeling so stressed (amazing what a weekend will do), I'm really enjoying this project. 

The goal is to make a timeline of the child's (albeit short) life. We're supposed to put milestones and/or memorable events. Funny, many of the "significant" events are things that he doesn't remember - birth, baptism, eating solids for the first time, first steps. We figured we'd just have photos for every year of his life and below is what came out of that idea.

As tempting as it is to just print everything as is, I decided to go with the handmade route so that Pablo can help out. It's supposed to be a poster but I didn't want to go the illustration board route. We're making an accordion-type book that you can view either stretched out, or flip the pages like a book. The photos, Lego blocks (12 blocks for every year) and text will be printed and attached to several pages of drawing paper that have been taped together.

Last Tuesday Pablo and I worked on the main framework (I cut & taped the paper while he "decorated" it). I also started working on the draft on my computer. Thursday night was more draft work (with Eric pitching in for photos). I finally finished the draft before going to bed last night.

Today it's all printing, cutting, taping, wailing in anguish (made a major boo-boo on the darn thing). Short trip to the bank and the mall with Bubba in tow to get money, food and craft supplies. Then back home for even more cutting and taping.

Pablo has been helpful for the most part. It's a long and slow process -- he'll come and join me by the table, help for a bit, then run back to his play area. To his credit, he repeated this several times and seeing as it was taking me forever finally said that I should just do it on my own. Gee, thanks son.

We're still not done. I had to take a break so we could eat dinner and now he's bugging me to make him something that he saw on YouTube. Maybe later Pablo will be in a better mode so we can stick the pictures and the text. I'm still waiting for inspiration to hit me so that I can make the cover.

I enjoy craft work a lot. It's one of my very few creative outlets (I can't draw/paint/play an instrument). I think it's very important to be able to create something. Unfortunately I have no talent for art or music so craftwork is it for me. I can learn to do something, I may not be an expert but with practice maybe I'll get good at it.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

"Let's get the parents involved."

Pablo I received an assignment recently - his teacher admitted that it's really a parent's project and not the kid's. I saw last year's batch of projects and was a little taken aback because it didn't look at all like the child had any input at all. Then I received the instructions last week and yes, very little involvement is expected from the child in actually putting the poster/timeline together. But the kids will need to present it in class. So aside from making the presentation, I also need to get it done early enough so that Pablo & I can practice this weekend.

Can you tell that I'm not happy with this scenario? Oh, and there'll be a project every quarter.

Maybe it's because I teach Middle School where parental involvement just means supervising their kids. Or maybe it's because I have a full-time job during the day and evenings are spent chilling with my family, but I am not a huge fan of let's-get-parents-involved type of things. Last year's projects were fairly simple so it wasn't very stressful - Pablo's teacher really made it a point to keep things low key. But this time around, it was emphasized to make it pretty/artistic and all that plus little nudges here & there in the letter to guilt a parent into doing it well AND on time. This does not bode well for the Type A side of me (which I am usually able to successfully smother into silence).

So I've been working on this thing since I got home yesterday afternoon. Trying to keep my balance between a little boy that wants to play, the project I'm drafting and the pork chop defrosting in the sink. And because I insist on involving Pablo in some way there's the added fun of setting things up for him and cleaning up afterwards.

Did I mention I have to plan for my classes tomorrow? The 3 different grade levels that come one after another. Yeah. Good times. (Not.)

After dinner I continued working on the thing while Pablo played beside me. When he asked me join him I had to say I couldn't. When he asked why not, I said it was because I was working on a project for his clasd. Again he asked, "Why?"

Why indeed. Because your teacher is an arts & crafts person and probably does not understand that it does not come as easily for others. Because your teacher thinks that the long weekend last week should be spent doing homework not realizing that families need time to unwind together. Because your teacher thinks parents need to be more involved. I. Am. Involved thank you very much.

I know I'm not the target audience, but man this stinks. I wish we had been given more time (like a month). It annoys me that we were expected to use our holiday time last weekend to work on this thing (which I didn't). Now I'm too stressed to enjoy the project, which is a shame because it's a cute little thing and the draft is working out nicely. And I hated the sound of disappointment in Pablo's voice when I couldn't play with him because of a project that is supposed to get me more involved in his life. The irony of it all.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Stuff I don't want to forget

We were at a faculty potluck earlier this evening. Eric & I were chatting with colleagues while Pablo was playing with a classmate (daughter of a colleague). I was seated with his Art teacher and the Lower School Principal and they were sharing observations about him.

His principal said, "He thinks outside of the box. I hope we never put him in the box."

Here's to you my colorful and creative boy. :)

Monday, August 11, 2014

Little Milestone

Pablo proudly told us tonight that he was "brave" in school today.

He just started Kindergarten last week and we're all adjusting to the changes in school routine. School is now a whole day affair (8am - 2:45pm), he has to eat lunch in school and they're expected to move around without any supervision.

These all may seem very minor but it's a huge deal for my little boy. There were a few tears shed last week and teachers had to make some adjustments to their own routine - but Bubba is growing and learning from it all. We always knew he had it in him, he's just a "slowly but surely" kind of person.

After lunch they're supposed to either go to the library or the playground. For the first couple of days the principal had to accompany him (for the last 2 years in school a teacher always walked with them from one part of school to another). Whenever they go to the playground he opts to transfer to the library because it's just too chaotic in the playground. And when they get to the library he has to stay there (on his own) until his teacher picks them up.

Big struggle for my boy who's been taught never to stray too far.

Today he asked to go to the playground - his teacher aid and I were quite surprised. And when he got there he stayed, even when his best friend had to return to the cafeteria to get some water. Pablo said he just looked to the other teachers and decided to be brave. little love. I know it's a big step for you. Learning to trust others and to stand on your own two feet are lessons we all must face. It amazes me sometimes the amount of thought you put into seemingly everyday things. Yes, you were brave today. You faced your fear of being on your own and made it through. Keep it up my boy, Mommy & Daddy are always behind you.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014


Pablo is a wee bit sensitive to sound. He can also be very vocal about his opinions. He makes a lot of noise but he doesn't appreciate it when other people are "noisy." More than once, Eric and I will be having a conversation and he'll ask us to be quiet because he's acting out a scenario with his toys and he doesn't want to hear anything else. Last night was one such occasion.

Pablo: Mom and Dad, can you stop talking? Because when you talk, I can't hear. And I'm playing here.
Mee: you don't want to hear Mom and Dad?
Pablo: No.
Mee: Ok then. Dad, Pablo doesn't want to hear us talking. So I think we should move upstairs so Pablo
can play down here.
Pablo: NO!!! It's ok Mom and Dad. You can talk now.

Sorry little dude. It'll be awhile before you can outsmart your mommy. ;)

Smarter than the average bear.
Image from Wikipedia.

Friday, October 25, 2013


This is mine.           I own it.           It is my right.           I deserve it.

What does it mean to own something? To deserve something? To claim that it is yours by right? Who determines this so-called right of ownership? Parents? The law? By virtue of birth / nationality / economic status?

Heavy thoughts on a Friday evening. It's a little sad. And frustrating.

Eric and I have a combined total of about 25 years of teaching experience - most of which have been with an international school. We've seen a lot of kids, from some well-off families. A recurring concern of ours is the sense of entitlement that some of our students exhibit. It's not something that we can do much about. We try, but at the end of the day there are certain lessons that are best learned from parents.

As parents, we're very careful with our son. Pablo has a little more than what we grew up with, especially since he's an only child with tech-loving parents. We're not rich by any means, but we live a comfortable life.

Sometimes when Pablo is being a brat and starts saying "This is mine!" I hold my breath and count to ten. You are still young my son, but in time you will learn that these things are not yours. Life isn't that easy. Your toys are yours because your daddy and I gave them to you. Such things are fleeting and can just as easily be taken away. Do not count on things that you did not earn, for they are never truly yours. With hard work comes ownership and that is the only time you can truly claim that it is yours.

I'm sorry my little Bubbaboy, but things are not all well and there are the dark clouds over mommy's sky. In time, it will all clear up and things will be ok.