I've always loved to read. Growing up I pretty much always had some sort of mystery novel attached to my face. I guess I passed that trait onto my kids as their favorite toy is their collections of books. Ellie will sit for hours just going from one book to the next flipping through the pages. We have read the same couple of books over and over to Mason that he has them memorized and we will hear him "reading" through the pages in the morning when he gets up. Yesterday when I picked Mas up from school we purchased 3 new books from his school book fair and as soon as we got home we snuggled up on the coach to read them all.
When the kids got up this morning they grabbed their books and brought them over to show them to daddy. They all sat in there for a good while just reading through the Curious George series, little Penguin, and I love you through and through. I just sat there listening and watching my little lovies all together proud to have passed the love of reading on to them.
Have a great Saturday!!
xox, k
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The preschoolers brain
I asked my girlfriend how her daughter liked the preschool that she had just started last week. She replied "She likes it but I am having the hardest time getting her to tell me anything about it."
I thought about Mason at that stage last year. I was tearing up as I kissed him goodbye in his little innocent classroom while he ran away excited to play with his new friends. When I picked him up I couldn't wait to hear all about his day. After grabbing his backpack, water bottle, and crafts from the day, all while lugging my 4 month old in that awful newborn car seat, I strap him into the car. I started the questions as soon as I put the car into drive. "How was your day?!" "Good!" (he excitedly replies) "How was your teacher and your friends?" (No response) "What did you have as a snack?" (Silence) "What did you do all day?" "I cant talk about it right now. Im just too hungry." (Mason finally replies) I am dumbfounded. I thought- oh my god he's grown into a teenager with just one day of preschool! I am desperate to know what he did all day. Now I must include that he was in great spirits throughout this all. He was smiling and laughing and was totally involved in everything happening in school as I stalked him for a good 10 minutes after dropping him off, so I couldnt imagine why he could not tell me what he did. Later that day, as I was making dinner, (and Mason was assisting. He is a fabulous assistant) he sees goldfish and says "Oh you got goldfish at the store? We had goldfish as a snack today and we had apple juice. It was really good, I got seconds." I was so excited, finally a glimpse into this school life. I played cool and asked a couple easy questions which he willingly answered. The next couple times I picked him up I tried to ask him "the questions" right after he got into the car and there was the same silence I received after that first day. It wouldn't be until later that day, or even later that week, that he would just open right up about his day. Finally it dawned on me that he needed time to process what he did at school, until he was ready to talk about it. I would notice as he was doing his "imaginative play" that he would be "the teacher" and his "friends" Woody, Buzz, Rex, Jessie were all "the students." He would act out his whole day, including his welcome and goodbye songs. I started trying to wait to ask him questions until we were alone and the house was quiet. He started to respond a lot better. He loves to "snuggle up" and watch a show so after our show was over I would turn it off and slowly ease into asking him about his day. It worked every time. Maybe its just something about needing to process all that stimulation and excitement that they experience at school, before they can put it into words.
Over the summer Mason went to a summer camp near my moms house. Knowing how he was with "the questions" I knew that we all had to proceed carefully when wanting to learn about his day. Aunt Claire, Mumsie, and I came up with the Question Session. Mason would stand on top of the ottoman in my moms living room (where he chose to be the center of attention, typical oldest child) and Claire, mom, and I would go around the room taking turns asking questions. It was such a fun way to talk with him about his day, while giving him the much needed attention he deserved.
Now that we are in California and all going on with new lives we feel that it is not just important to ask about Masons day but we should all ask about each other's day. So now we have family question time at night after Mason and Tommy return from work and school. It only takes about 15 minutes but it is such a special time to sit there, share our day, and really listen to each other. Even Ellie chimes in with a head shake, clap, and laugh.
These are the memories I'll hold onto forever.
Goodnight!
xox, k
I thought about Mason at that stage last year. I was tearing up as I kissed him goodbye in his little innocent classroom while he ran away excited to play with his new friends. When I picked him up I couldn't wait to hear all about his day. After grabbing his backpack, water bottle, and crafts from the day, all while lugging my 4 month old in that awful newborn car seat, I strap him into the car. I started the questions as soon as I put the car into drive. "How was your day?!" "Good!" (he excitedly replies) "How was your teacher and your friends?" (No response) "What did you have as a snack?" (Silence) "What did you do all day?" "I cant talk about it right now. Im just too hungry." (Mason finally replies) I am dumbfounded. I thought- oh my god he's grown into a teenager with just one day of preschool! I am desperate to know what he did all day. Now I must include that he was in great spirits throughout this all. He was smiling and laughing and was totally involved in everything happening in school as I stalked him for a good 10 minutes after dropping him off, so I couldnt imagine why he could not tell me what he did. Later that day, as I was making dinner, (and Mason was assisting. He is a fabulous assistant) he sees goldfish and says "Oh you got goldfish at the store? We had goldfish as a snack today and we had apple juice. It was really good, I got seconds." I was so excited, finally a glimpse into this school life. I played cool and asked a couple easy questions which he willingly answered. The next couple times I picked him up I tried to ask him "the questions" right after he got into the car and there was the same silence I received after that first day. It wouldn't be until later that day, or even later that week, that he would just open right up about his day. Finally it dawned on me that he needed time to process what he did at school, until he was ready to talk about it. I would notice as he was doing his "imaginative play" that he would be "the teacher" and his "friends" Woody, Buzz, Rex, Jessie were all "the students." He would act out his whole day, including his welcome and goodbye songs. I started trying to wait to ask him questions until we were alone and the house was quiet. He started to respond a lot better. He loves to "snuggle up" and watch a show so after our show was over I would turn it off and slowly ease into asking him about his day. It worked every time. Maybe its just something about needing to process all that stimulation and excitement that they experience at school, before they can put it into words.
Over the summer Mason went to a summer camp near my moms house. Knowing how he was with "the questions" I knew that we all had to proceed carefully when wanting to learn about his day. Aunt Claire, Mumsie, and I came up with the Question Session. Mason would stand on top of the ottoman in my moms living room (where he chose to be the center of attention, typical oldest child) and Claire, mom, and I would go around the room taking turns asking questions. It was such a fun way to talk with him about his day, while giving him the much needed attention he deserved.
Now that we are in California and all going on with new lives we feel that it is not just important to ask about Masons day but we should all ask about each other's day. So now we have family question time at night after Mason and Tommy return from work and school. It only takes about 15 minutes but it is such a special time to sit there, share our day, and really listen to each other. Even Ellie chimes in with a head shake, clap, and laugh.
These are the memories I'll hold onto forever.
Goodnight!
xox, k
Friday, September 16, 2011
West Coast Life
Hi! Im Kirby. Im a Navy wife to my husband Tommy and mother to my two children Mason (4) and Elizabeth (1). We have lived in Philadelphia for the past 12 years. Tommy spent the last 4 of them in dental school at Temple University. During the time he decided that he wanted to serve our country as a dentist to the Navy. After much long and drawn out discussions as a family (well mostly just Tommy and I since Mason was only 3 and Elizabeth was just born) we decided that we would embark on this journey. Best part of the commitment was that we were being placed in San Diego! Being that I love to be outdoors in the warmth (not really a cold weather person, right dad??!) running, swimming, catching some rays... this was going to be the place for us. We are very close with our families and majority of them live on the East Coast so this was going to be a huge move for us. The summer was stressful to say the least. Tommy was sent to Newport, Rhode Island for 5 weeks for Officer Development Training while I was in Philly preparing for our cross country move with two young children. I got my first taste of military life as I could barely even talk to Tommy while he was there. I give all the credit in the world to the wives and husbands of military families while their significant other is deployed!! (Tommy and kids right before he left for training)
After Tommy's graduation we came home to say goodbye to friends and family and then left for California. Got my second taste of military life when our stuff arrived 1 week later than its original delivery date. We spent the week living in a house with 2 mattresses and a packnplay (see us dining on our fine china and table, haha).
Our boxes and furniture finally arrived and it was great to put all of our own stuff into our rooms and make this new home "our home." Its been almost 4 weeks since we have been here and its starting to feel more like home than just a vacation we are on. Mason started school, Ellie (Elizabeth's nickname) and I started a little music class, and Tommy is settled in at work.
Now my other job (besides mommyhood) is illustrating this fabulous children's book series called Carrie Flower (www.carrieflower.com). My mother, who is also a breast cancer survivor, wrote the series because she wanted to share her struggle. She found that when she was sick, people would shy away and avoid talking about her illness because they were scared to bring it up. It was an unsettling feeling to her. She would have rather they say "Hey whats going on with your boobs? Do you need to have them removed? Are you scared?" but instead most people kept their questions to themselves. While attending a leadership course she shared this and her desire to write a childrens book with her team. They encouraged her to go forward with it. She did and I offered to draw up some sketches to go along with it. It won all different awards at her leadership event so we decided to move forward with publishing the books. We now have three different books based on Carrie Flower, a sunflower girl, who encourages us all to eat healthy and exercise; befriend other flowers who might look and smell different from us; and not to be afraid of a friend with illness, but be a friend instead. They are sold individually or by themselves to become a Carrie Flower Bouquet. For each Bouquet that we sell, an additional one will be donated to a child facing illness, difficulties, or differences. (Below is mom, Carrie dolls and myself) We also do fundraising events where we have a Carrie Flower LIVE performance, we do readings, and our newest endeavor a Carrie Flower curriculum where all the valuable lessons from the stories are put into a curriculum to use for elementary school aged children.
So now the big task is moving Carrie Flower to the West Coast. There is a big push toward healthy eating and living here so I think she would fit right in. Im off to find way to go about doing that! Check back for my findings!! Have a fabulous weekend
xo, k
After Tommy's graduation we came home to say goodbye to friends and family and then left for California. Got my second taste of military life when our stuff arrived 1 week later than its original delivery date. We spent the week living in a house with 2 mattresses and a packnplay (see us dining on our fine china and table, haha).
Our boxes and furniture finally arrived and it was great to put all of our own stuff into our rooms and make this new home "our home." Its been almost 4 weeks since we have been here and its starting to feel more like home than just a vacation we are on. Mason started school, Ellie (Elizabeth's nickname) and I started a little music class, and Tommy is settled in at work.
Now my other job (besides mommyhood) is illustrating this fabulous children's book series called Carrie Flower (www.carrieflower.com). My mother, who is also a breast cancer survivor, wrote the series because she wanted to share her struggle. She found that when she was sick, people would shy away and avoid talking about her illness because they were scared to bring it up. It was an unsettling feeling to her. She would have rather they say "Hey whats going on with your boobs? Do you need to have them removed? Are you scared?" but instead most people kept their questions to themselves. While attending a leadership course she shared this and her desire to write a childrens book with her team. They encouraged her to go forward with it. She did and I offered to draw up some sketches to go along with it. It won all different awards at her leadership event so we decided to move forward with publishing the books. We now have three different books based on Carrie Flower, a sunflower girl, who encourages us all to eat healthy and exercise; befriend other flowers who might look and smell different from us; and not to be afraid of a friend with illness, but be a friend instead. They are sold individually or by themselves to become a Carrie Flower Bouquet. For each Bouquet that we sell, an additional one will be donated to a child facing illness, difficulties, or differences. (Below is mom, Carrie dolls and myself) We also do fundraising events where we have a Carrie Flower LIVE performance, we do readings, and our newest endeavor a Carrie Flower curriculum where all the valuable lessons from the stories are put into a curriculum to use for elementary school aged children.
So now the big task is moving Carrie Flower to the West Coast. There is a big push toward healthy eating and living here so I think she would fit right in. Im off to find way to go about doing that! Check back for my findings!! Have a fabulous weekend
xo, k
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