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Now We Are Six

My mom gave my sister and I our own copies of A.A. Milne’s Now We Are Six, a collection of poems on growing up by the author of Winnie the Pooh, on our sixth birthdays. She has continued the tradition for each of her grandchildren.

When I was One, 
I had just begun.

Wesley’s sixth birthday started a little early. He had requested a bike with handle brakes to be like one of his neighbor friends, and because he’s nailed his riding since learning to bike without training wheels last summer. We’ve been on countless bike rides, and it’s probably my favorite thing about Wes Age 5.

I found a used Rideline Raid BMX bike in his favorite colors for a steal of a price and picked it up on Saturday. Steven and I were too excited to wait until Tuesday to give it to him. It was worth the early surprise to see his face.

“Oh, Mama. This is the best ever.”

The three of us hopped in the car to Bicycle Garage Indy to give it a tune up, new tire and brakes. We spent the rest of the day testing it out.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

We ate a quick lunch after church so that we could go on a family bike ride at Fort Benjamin Harrison State Park. Wes handled the new bike well on flat terrain, but he’s still got some practice ahead for steeper incline. He knows how much I dislike the words, “I can’t,” especially coupled with whiney tears. Our ride ended a little sooner than we expected because it was just easier to take a break and spend some time on the cool, accessible playground.

Lesson learned: You can do a lot of neat things as an almost-six-year-old, but you still have a lot to learn.

At home we made cupcakes in anticipation for the following day. Wes requested chocolate cupcakes with lemon frosting, so… that’s what we made. If you ask him about it, he’ll get embarrassed because he’s gotten so many questions about his flavor choice, but they actually tasted okay – if you like super sweet sugary things.

The frosting kinda resembled the color of sand, and we only had blue sprinkles in the house. We improvised and made “beach cupcakes,” complete with a Swedish fish on top.

When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.

Today was the big day. The morning seemed to drag for our almost birthday boy, but we finally made it to lunchtime with my parents, sister and his cousins. My nephew had extensive surgery in April, and he’s battled infections ever since. Unfortunately another flare up happened this week, so he was unable to swim with the rest of the kids. Sharing lunch together helped the boys enjoy each other’s company for a little while before the rest of the party showed up at the pool.

One of the best things about purchasing my parents’ house when they downsized has been close proximity to their condo – and its pool! We have enjoyed many hours together in the sun, which is how Wesley requested we celebrate his birthday this year. He verbally invited all of his classmates (in May) and every kid he’s befriended, but he whittled it down to a handful of his closest friends. And it was perfect.

Steven took the work afternoon off to join us. My sister and her kids were there. And my retired parents. It’s possible I enjoyed the party just as much as Wesley did.

Wes requested a cheeseburger and fries for his birthday dinner – Bru Burger on Mass Ave! Blushing, he told our waitress about his birthday, and she gave him free dessert of salted caramel pudding.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

BIRTHDAY DAY! The special candle was lit at breakfast. Pancakes! Chocolate chip pancakes!

 

We met some friends at the movie theatre and Chick-fil-A for lunch. I’m pretty sure Wes was still worn out from 3+ hours of swimming the previous day because he requested to spend the afternoon at home. The day was hot. We FaceTimed with family and friends who wanted to greet the new six-year-old. He quietly played with some of his new presents, we installed accessories on his bike, and we watched Netflix.

Steven left for an overnight business trip, so we were invited to dinner at Mom and Dad’s. We brought extra cupcakes and sang to the birthday boy. I even let him sleep in my room. (It might have been his favorite thing of the day.) I gotta say, it was pretty sweet to see him roll over with a sleepy grin on his face. He loves well.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

The next day we met a group of families from church at a splash pad, dug for gem crystals and hatched a baby T-Rex – birthday presents from cousins. We went school supply shopping and picked out a new, rad bike helmet.

His Pa and Nana sent him a very special gift, and we spent the better part of the afternoon testing out its moves and features.

As the week draws to a close, I’m reflecting on the last year and how much Wes has changed. He recently received the Humility Award at SpringHill Camp for his kind and empathetic heart. And yet, he increasingly struggles with competition and frustration. He has grown 2 inches (60th percentile). He’s more than 50 pounds (86th percentile). He can read 3- and some 4-letter words, and he always seems surprised at his ability to do so.

He expresses his fears more, including being afraid of the dark. He continues to test boundaries, use the loudest voice possible and asks a million questions every day. He wants to learn how everything works, and hopes to be a firefighter. He loves to be in my and Steven’s company. He makes friends wherever he goes, and has trouble finding his own fun without a playmate. He desires to be obedient, and his heart breaks when we reprimand him at home. He also has “very selective hearing.” Besides his weird skin reactions, the asthma is under control, and he’s in great shape for Kindergarten.

Oh, what a joy it is to be Wesley’s parents. We’re proud of this bright, sweet and silly child who makes every day entertaining and challenging.

But now I am Six, and I’m clever as clever
So I think I’ll be six now forever and ever

“The End.” A.A. Milne. Now We Are Six

Posted: July 22nd, 2017
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A Summer of Firsts, or It’s Good to be 5

Much has happened in the last 8+ weeks, including several first-time experiences for our growing kid. As my mom has said in response to Wesley’s reports, “it’s pretty good to be five.”

First (Minor) Celebrity Encounter
27797142723_96e0d03001_kWe participated in the summer reading program at our local library, and one of the prizes Wesley earned was a voucher for tickets to an Indianapolis Indians game. Library Night happened to be held on his actual birthday, and we scored some front-row free seats right behind the bullpen for the opposing team.

The pitcher sitting directly in front of Wes was Elvis Araujo (Lehigh Valley IronPigs / Phillies). He kept glancing back and winking at our fidgety son. It might have been the “I’m 5 Today” sticker badge that looked very worn from the day’s activities, or it might have just been because he’s a nice guy: Mr. Araujo turned around, smiled, and gave Wes the baseball he was practicing with. Wes lit up.

Wes ended up getting too unruly and fidgety for our cool seats, so we packed up our Monday Night Dollar Menu hotdogs, popcorn and cracker jack and headed to the lawn seats to stretch out.

Instead of watching the game, Wes ran around and threw his new baseball, and eventually Steven joined in. Their game of catch was so wild that they lost the baseball to the fenced in area around the scoreboard – which eventually featured Wes in lights for his birthday!

It took some coaxing via social media to get a staff member to help us retrieve the baseball and turn Wesley’s frown into an exhausted birthday smile.

First Chewing Gum
My sister started a tradition with my niece and nephews: once they turned five, they had access to big-kid perks – bubble gum and soda. Why not ride on the band wagon? We aren’t big soda/coke/pop drinkers in this house, and Wes wasn’t impressed with sparkling water. But THIS:


First Booster Seat
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His Diono car seat is built to last up to 100 lbs, and it’s solid. Supposedly you can remove the 5-point harness straps by following the manual diagram, but I ended up having to CUT it off because it was so sturdy. Whoops. Guess it’s a good thing we’re not backtracking!

It’s a small change, but he does feel big. I mean, look at the size of him!

First Time Off Training Wheels
He and Steven practiced off and on for a week. It started with, “I think I want to take off the training wheels,” and accelerated from there. We can now take our evening walks with the bike (although it does require a little more time because of the occasional fall).

We finally invested in knee and elbow pads to address some of those battle wounds.

First Bad Haircut
Two failed attempts to get an appointment at our typical kids’ haircut place resulted in a last-minute rush to a cheap salon near our house that doesn’t specialize in kids’ cuts. I figured they’d know what I meant by “all-around trim” when glancing at Wesley’s moppy hair. While he was hamming it up with the stylist (I was pretty entertained by overhearing his offbeat humor and engaging conversation), I waited in the designated area. Truthfully, when combed and wet, it looked fine. We paid and left for home.

At dinner, his hair started to dry and looked…moppy. Steven said, “Did ya get a haircut? Because it looks the same.” At first I thought he was joking that we should go back to fix it. Being the apologist, I tried to find an excuse for the stylist but was unsuccessful. Steven went outside to finish yard work, and Wes and I went back to the salon 30 minutes before it closed.

They were surprised to see us. I asked them to trim it shorter, and they did. A LOT shorter. Wes continued to be snarky with the stylist, but there was a slight panicky tone in his voice: “What are you doing?” “What does my hair look like?!”

In what seemed like ages, he hopped down from the chair. He had the 5-year-old decency to wait until we were in the parking lot to announce “that was the worst haircut ever.” I thought he was still on his joke-kick, but nope. He really hated it.

I started to chuckle about the last few hours. “It’s only hair; it will grow back, Bud.” I couldn’t stop giggling. Once home, Steven got in on the fun-tease, and while still slightly annoyed, Wes started to laugh back. He had so many hair snippings all over him that a shower before bedtime was necessary. Bubbles everywhere; family laughter; short, short hair.

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First Tennis Lesson
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When t-ball lessons ended, we asked Wes if he wanted to try a new sport this fall. “Maybe tennis!”

His answer thrilled Steven, so I found an opening with the area National Junior Tennis League. I mentioned the affordable cost to our Reynolds friends, and they signed up Beatrice! They had their first lesson last weekend, and it was pretty adorable.

Wes now wants to play tennis with Steven nearly every evening on the street in front of our house.

First Goodbye, Hello, New School
IMG_4342Because his Prep-K class at a different school doesn’t start until the end of August, we are in a weird limbo period. At his current preschool/daycare, the kids transitioned classrooms, so he had to say goodbye to his favorite teacher, Miss Kelly, and join a temporary class (Sunflowers!) for a couple weeks.

Earlier this year, Steven and I made the decision to wait for Kindergarten. He’s probably very ready for Kindergarten based on his daily experience in the classroom, but we felt like it was a unanimous hesitation, and why push it? He’s our only kid!

The same private school I attended as a kid offers a Prep-K class for those in his age bracket – in fact, the age cut off for Kindergarten is 5 by June 30 (his bday is in July). This means he won’t be the only 5-year-old in his class! We’re excited to experience a “real” school environment this year – complete with breaks, after school care and lunchboxes.

He attended a practice Round Up Day earlier this week to visit classrooms, the library and meet teachers. Another few orientations are down the pipe line (is it normal to receive emails nearly every other day from schools as a new family?!), and then class officially starts in 2 weeks. He can’t wait.

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With all these other “firsts,” I’m kinda glad I don’t have to adjust to Kindergarten Mom just yet.

Posted: August 10th, 2016
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The Vague Social Media Post

I didn’t do it intentionally – in fact, I often poke fun at the posts you see on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter that (seemingly) purposefully give just a hint of information but leave out details to make the reader wonder and ask questions. The result is what the poster is looking for – attention. Right? You know what I mean:

“I can’t spill details, but could really use positive thoughts right now!”
– “What’s the matter?! I hope you’re ok! Do you need anything?”
– “You’re in my prayers! XOXO!”

It usually drives me nuts to see stuff like that. But I fell into the trap last week with a post that apparently came off as vague.

IMG_2924The photo corresponded with text something like this: “I’m cranky today and feeling the weight of big decisions on the horizon. And yeah, my email is nuts. Psalm 46 is a good reminder of higher blessings.”

I thought people would think it was funny because of the sheer amount of emails unattended to! Or maybe sweet because I referenced a verse? I don’t know. I certainly didn’t expect people to negatively respond. (Should I have used exclamation points or emojis for less downer effect?)

Steven jumped on Google chat and quizzed me. His phone was blowing up with concerned text messages from friends. For Pete’s sake, people! I’m alright! We’re alright. I deleted the post to prevent others from worrying. A few nights later, it came up in conversation at a dinner with Steven’s coworkers (apparently deleting the post was an even BIGGER mistake), and now I feel like I have to explain myself.

In retrospect, the “big decisions on the horizon” aren’t anything life-or-death critical, but they DO involve a lot of research, planning and faith. I’m already this far in, so here’s what’s been on my mind. Get ready to be underwhelmed.

School. I thought I had the better part of a year to figure out applications and open houses and ease myself into a new school calendar. Last week, Wes’ preschool teacher strongly encouraged us to consider Kindergarten this fall. It surprised me, not because I don’t think he’s intelligent enough, but because I figured he’d do okay in preschool one more year before Kindergarten. I still think it’s better if we wait – he’d be a very young Kindergartner and because both of his parents struggled in school, likely from maturity level (I ended up being held back in 1st grade during the middle of the school year, and though it was traumatic and hard, it made all the difference for my success), Steven and I think it’s too soon to push him. But now, it seems we need to switch preschools anyway because the curriculum would be the same as this past year. He needs to continue growing. I began the application process for several schools last week, have several tours lined up, but I’ve already missed a few deadlines.

Church. After many months of prayer, we made the difficult decision to leave our church in December. We’ve been visiting several congregations since, and it’s an overwhelming and emotional process. Wes hates the weekly change, and that makes it even worse. We’re so ready to find a place to call home and settle in, but I don’t think it’s one of those things where bells will be ringing and bright lights will shine and we’ll know right away. I wish life worked like that, though.

So, there you have it – my vague social post. I promise I didn’t mean to scare or annoy anyone. Attention was certainly not what I was after, and I didn’t even realize I was being vague! Haha. I do feel loved, though. Thanks for caring. 🙂

And would you pray about my big decisions ahead? You know, because I’m the only person to ever have to deal with change. Just kidding.

Posted: February 15th, 2016
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Regression and Progress

In the last 4 weeks, Wes has averaged one accident every day. He’s been potty trained for nearly a year, but with warmer weather, it’s hard to pull him away from activities before his bladder explodes. I’m tired of doing extra laundry and changing sheets, and I can hear my irritation creep into a reprimanding voice at Wes. I’m also tired of getting mad.

octonautsWes is a great self-rewarder. He loves this cute British show on Netflix, Octonauts (he’s already planned his July birthday party with an Octonauts theme), and he’s set his own reward system – allowing two 10-minute episodes to watch after school but only if he “stays on green” throughout the day. If his behavior and lack of following directions lands him on either yellow, or heaven forbid, red, he does not allow himself to watch for that day.

 

I’m fully in support of this system. I mean, 20 minutes of TV a day isn’t bad. And it’s such a pleasant show that I don’t mind watching with him or hearing it in the background as I’m making dinner. What’s best is that HE instilled his own system for rewarding positive behavior. I can’t argue with it.

Since we’ve regressed in bathroom practice, I’m grasping at straws to find an encouraging reward like his own creation. A potty sticker chart seems almost juvenile for him, but I think it’s necessary since this weather isn’t going to get bad any time soon. His teachers haven’t said anything about accidents during the day – either it isn’t happening until he’s at home or the accidents are so minor that it’s nearly unnoticeable. (But, man, he STINKS!)

Another area of constant thought in my worry-brain is Kindergarten. As a child who spent first grade recess finishing seatwork while the rest of my classmates romped outside – which then led to a mid-year transition back into Kindergarten – I worry about Wesley’s readiness next fall. He’s a July baby, so he would be one of the youngest kids in his class. However, he is extremely social, confident and independent, and he absorbs everything I put in front of him.

My 3.5-year-old is READING. Holy moly. One free day last week, we picked up the first set of Bob Books, a great set for very early readers. A gradual introduction to sounding out words, Wes quickly understood enough to read the first book aloud after 5 minutes of prep. That excitement?! Contagious.

We have another full year to monitor readiness. Then the next decision is WHERE to send him to Kindergarten… In the meantime, I have to get a sticker chart hung up in the bathroom.

Posted: May 20th, 2015
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