reading my blog

• Jane, you got up early to finish some homework.  After you finished, you noticed my blog was open and started reading it.  I watched you for a while as you read.  You were smiling and enjoying the stories and the memories and the photos.  Wow.  That's exactly why I'm doing this.  I felt so happy
• George and Lila, we went to the hockey park again today.  You were pretty silly with your butterfly nets.  You were catching each other and giggling and giggling
• Ian, your class performed their flash mob this morning.  Once again, we "surprised" you.  We had been there for about five minutes when Lila came over and whispered in my ear, "Where's Ina?"  Lol.  You were wearing leather pants and a wig and sunglasses and she didn't recognize you.  Even after I assured her several times, she was still pretty cautious when approaching
• George, you love the drums.  You're magnetically drawn to them.  We need to organize another drumming session for you
• In the afternoon Lila, you got out the dress up clothes and decided to be a witch.  George wanted to be a witch too...but only wanted the broom part of the costume...which he used more as a weapon than a mode of transportation
• We played on the front steps for a long while this afternoon.  It was warm and sunny and really pleasant.  I read my book and you guys found all kinds of bugs, and hung upside down, and played all kinds of silly things.  Lila, I caught a photo of you fixing your ever present wedgie.  I'm glad I have that for the memory books
• We had sesame noodles and chicken for dinner.  You all decided to eat with chopsticks.  George and Lila, I was surprised by how well you did.  Lila, you only used one chopstick, but somehow managed to eat your entire dinner that way
• After dinner we went to Katie's choir concert at the school.  We all stayed for the first set, then I sped home and dropped Jane and the babies off, then zipped back to the school.  I love choral music.  It stirs my soul every time
• Ian, you hosted a cafe at your school this evening and the kids from your song writing club put on a concert.  You were so proud of them.  I saw something different in you that I've never seen before when you've talked about "your" kids.  You were almost fatherly towards them.  You were invested in their stories and their music and their lives.  You said the closing number was especially meaningful.  Everyone was crying when she finished, and you said you knew from the moment you heard her song, that that was how you would end the concert.  I see you making a difference in kids lives and reaching some kids through music who might otherwise never have any positive school experiences.  I'm very proud of you