This year's school pictures are brought to you by the perfect afternoon shade on my front porch. I will not be purchasing the school's version for 2015, for obvious reasons.
Eden is in 7th grade. She has weathered the treacherous storm of moving to a new school/neighborhood/community with grace. And believe you me, it was a storm. She is on the swim team this year (whether she likes it or not). After several years of summer rec teams back in Colfax, she qualified for a year round team here.
I realized I wanted my girls to be swimmers when I saw the body confidence of all shapes and sizes of swimming girls through the years on our little Colfax team. It took me until I was over 35 years old to stop hugging my tummy and trying to cover my thighs at swimming pools. Geez Louse.
Eden loves to bake, she loves her friends and she loves to play with her sisters (even if she won't admit it). I feel like I'm learning a little bit of what it means to be a Mom to a teenager. This does not mean I am good at it.
Oakley is still in school.
I am hoping I can say this for the next seven years and have a successfully graduated, literate, non-addicted-to-meth young adult to present to the world. Am I aiming too high?
He too made the swim team, but his refusal to participate (probably due to lack of body fat and perpetual coldness) caused me to withdraw him... because $$$$. He did volunteer this fact one day, "Mom, I think I want to run," So I gathered up all my Mom powers and got him signed up late onto a community center cross country team. He is participating nicely and eats a big meal on the days he runs.
I had a piece of insight the other day when I was watching him run... "let him tell you what he needs." And I had to whisper a gentle amen. My exile from Sunbeams has reminded me that our soul knows what we need, even if others think they know best.
Perhaps I can trust his little big soul to give me some insight from time to time.
Ivy's second year in the Portuguese program is coming along.
I wish I could say she is fluent, or that she can read well, but some things take longer for certain children, and I don't fret for her like I do for my son.
She is happy, well behaved, and so sparkly.
She and Georgia are two peas in a pod. I try not to let them dress the same, so people can tell them apart. After we put them to bed there is generally a period of time that involves giggles, playing, bed switching and general silliness. We call it bedtime recess.
She is also on the swim team, and will be skiing up a storm this winter. I am not sure that African hair was designed to be in the pool every day, but her little African body sure was. She also enjoys gymnastics and reading with Mom on the couch. She doesn't know this is more enjoyable for her Mom than for her.
Georgia is taking first grade by storm. She's doing well in Portuguese and I worry that she is bored in her English class. I wish they would teach to the higher level kids too... I am not sure how to address this at school since my others require so much help at the other end of the spectrum. I think she will do well with Portuguese. To be honest, I still wish she were in a Spanish program, however, I would have to drive her to one of those, and she can walk herself to school with her sister for Portuguese. So, there you have it.
Georgia is our last little swimmer, and I hope I can get her to stick with it. She is also very flippy and bendy, and it was probably her strong insistence that led me to sign her and Ivy up for gymnastics in the first place. I am not sure where she got her strong personality from. Weird.
I can't believe my baby is in grade 1. When Eden was this age I saw her as so grown up, such a 'big girl". But this little one is still a baby in my eyes. And this, perhaps, is the most cliche thing I have ever written on this blog.