Christmas Card Evolution

Here's the evolution of Christmas cards in our family: When Jake and I were dating I used to handwrite cards and include a printed newsletter of all of our adventures for the year. As a double-income couple with no real bills, our adventures were fantastic.

After we married, most of our expendable income was put into our home rennovation, so I still handwrote the cards and included a printed newsletter about our projects.

When we had our first son, I think all I managed was a newsletter with printed labels on the envelope. Then we had our second son, a mere eighteen months later, and life has never been the same since; because Dylan was born two days before Christmas, I don't think I even managed to get anything out. I think I sent out Valentines' Day cards that year.

Somewhere along the line I moved to emailing our Christmas letters. This year, I will still email the holiday newsletters, but I decided to create cards for mailing as well. I turned to shutterfly.com and couldn't be happier. It was so easy. A few clicks here, a few clicks there. And - like magic - our Christmas cards are on their way.

Yes, I know it's not even October, but I am, after all, a serial planner.

A funny story about a few of these pictures: We were out at our favorite hiking spot and Jake said, "Should we take our Christmas card pictures today? It's a beautiful day." True, but I hadn't planned on it and we were all in clashing colors. My solution: turn everything black and white! Done deal, baby.

Stationery card

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Dylan's Responsibilities

Dylan's first project of the year involves discovering his learning style and exploring his responsibilities - to his family, to his school, to his community, and to his world.

And because he's the second child, he - for the most part - fends for himself. Sad, but true. Parents can say that they treat their kids the same. They're lying...or they are super-heroes that have my complete and utter admiration.

So, I didn't take a look at his planning sheet until he was all done. I have to admit, my heart swelled with pride, when I read what he had written. For his responsibilities to his community...

• CSA box
• beach clean up
• support local parks

I love that he sees these as his responsibility to his community! Hopefully that means that he'll walk the walk, even when he's away from our watchful eyes.

Who is Riley?

Riley's first (six-week) unit in school explores culture. They began by answering the question: Who am I? And they answered that question by creating and decorating a plaster mask. The kids helped each other make a plaster mold of each student's face. Then they planned and executed a plan to answer...

 

What kind of person are you (public and private side)?
How are you smart?
What you love to do?
Your family, home, and culture
Your hopes/dreams for the future

 

Riley turned this in today. Here's his public side...with a propellor, some redwood needles, a eucalyptus leaf, an eagle, a jack, a testtube, a mandolin. What else is on here? And what does that all mean?!? I asked him if I could read what he wrote about those things; he told me, "I didn't write anything, Mom. We just have to present it to the class. We don't have to write an essay about it!" Okay. Fine.

 

And here's the private side...a darker green. I see mountain peaks. I see a book. I see musical notes. I see random letters that I am certain are not random. Interesting.

Here's a photo that his teacher posted from the in-class presentation. I still have no idea what he said, but he reported that all went well.

 

Photo by TSpedding 

Work Hard, Splash Hard

We have always made a point of working hard and playing hard. The boys know that if they buckle down, finish their school work, and do their household chores (which is really just keeping their own room clean and doing their laundry), we'll head out and do something fun. This weekend was no exception - we had to head up to Santa Cruz where I had a freelance assignment...then we went to the community pool for Riley's class swim party.

I've already mentioned how impressive our teachers are. But, once again, they went above and beyond and upped the fun factor at the pool with an underwater camera! Here are my mer-Manns...

photo by TSpedding

photo by TSpedding

Thanks for the great afternoon!

Trusting Riley's Eye

When we were at my grandfather's funeral last week, Riley asked me if he could have the camera. Dylan was about the receive the flag that had been draped over the casket and I knew the photos that I wanted to take. Only having brought one camera, I knew that if he didn't take the photos I wanted, I wouldn't get a second chance. But I took a deep breath, removed the strap from my neck, and handed over the camera. More deep breaths.

I didn't look at the photos for a few hours, but I was blown away by his composition and realized that he captured exactly what I wanted! From now on I'll trust his eye.

The Boy Apong

'Apong', in Ilocano, means great-grandparent. It's the same for males and females, so the boys differentiated between my grandparents by calling them "the girl apong" and "the boy apong."

Tonight, the boy apong, my last surviving grandparent and the boys' last great-grandparent on my side died at the age of 92. When I told the boys, they both started to cry. Then, Riley giggled. I looked at him and asked, "what's funny?" He giggled again and said, "He lived longer than the doctors said he would." True. My grandfather was a survivor. He perservered as a prisoner of war. He survived the Bataan Death March. He raised seven children; he had fourteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. He enjoyed a long life. But that didn't stop the tears tonight as the boys mourned "the boy apong."

I am sad for my dad. For his siblings. However, I am grateful for the time that my boys were able to know their great-grandfather.

Sharing Books

Last night the 5th grade teachers sent out the book list for the novels they will be reading throughout their different units of studying. I'm not a big novel gal; food histories and non-fiction are my tomes of choice, as you could see if you looked at my book-laden nightstand. But I was intrigued by some of the titles the teachers have selected. I ordered the books so that Riley can take notes in the margins...but also, selfishly, so that I can read them as well.

The Master Puppeteer

by Katherine Paterson

A Single Shard

by Linda Sue Park

Two Old Women: An Alaska Legend of Betrayal, Courage, and Survival

by Velma Wallis

Morning Girl

by Michael Dorris

The Captain's Dog: My Journey with the Lewis & Clark Tribe

by Roland Smith

Flush

by Carl Hiaasen

Maniac Magee

by Jerry Spinelli

Now Riley and I wear the same shoe size and...will be sharing some books. That makes me both excited and wistful.