New Camp

Today, I dropped my kiddos off at a new summer camp. A camp where they don’t know anyone, except each other. Last summer, my son when to summer camp all summer at his school–which is amazing, but with two kids it would have cost us about $4000 for 8 weeks of camp….sorry, I choked a little just writing down that figure.

We need somewhere for them to go during the summer. I work. My husband works. Our kids (5 and 3) aren’t old enough to entertain themselves at home while letting daddy work (he works at home). While we love the summer camp at their school–and all of it’s comfort. We just can’t afford the price tag (or aren’t willing to afford the price tag). So we are mixing it up this summer. They get to do 4 weeks at their school’s summer camp, two weeks at a new summer camp (at the Y) and then 3 weeks at the sitters.

This is the first new camp week. The kids were excited, but Noah was a little skeptical. He wanted to know if any of his friends would be there. I said no. Maybe someone from your basketball team, but probably not anyone from your school. He was okay with that–for the most part. And Zoë, well she just likes to be around people and she hasn’t made a lot of friends yet. Whereas, Noah has spent two years with the same group of kids and has formed amazing bonds. I am think that this will be good for him, to know that he can make friends. To remember that he can make friends. I have noticed that he has become more self-conscious about making friends. I think part of this is because that he is in a school that is so much a family that he forgets what is was like 2 years ago when he started and didn’t know everyone.

So, I will make a concerted effort to put him in situations where he has to make new friends, so that he remembers that he can do it and how easy it is.

I hope it went good today. There were no tears or “mom, don’t go” when I dropped them off today in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Let’s hope that keeps it up.

I Can Be Happy With A “B”

I could not have read two more perfect posts today.  My husband (dad, brothers, mom) are always telling me to mellow out and relax with the kids.  I am constantly micro-managing them and it’s really a bit insane.  One because they are really good kids and two….well it’s just insane.  It makes me high strung as I watch their every move or am I high strung because I watch their every move.  I use to think it was because my kids are clearly adopted and I didn’t want to seen as a “bad” parent.  I am totally capable of letting them be kids and relaxing at the park, etc.  But sometimes, also know as meal-time, I get a bit over-bearing.  The other times when we are in public (grocery store, zoo, etc) I can be a bit controlling and hyper aware of every move they make.

I am leaving on a business trip today and I need to relax and come back ready to be a “mellow” parent and a bit more type B and way less type A.  Because my kids and I deserve a break.

 

He Knows How To Get Me

We were in the car driving home from dinner the other night.  We were talking about how my grandmother is going to be 90 this year and Noah was impressed “because that’s like infinity.”  When you are five that is pretty true.  He asked if she was going to die and we said yeah, someday she will but she could live a lot longer (she’s in fantastic health and her aunt lived to be 105).  Then we had the following conversation

N: Will I be a grandpa someday

Me: Yeah.

N: Then I will die?

Me:  Yes honey, we all do.

N: Then I’ll come back as a baby again?

Me:  Yes.

N:  Will someone adopt me again…

I’m silent I don’t know what to say exaclty

N:  I want you and dad to adopt me again.

My little heart just melted and I started to get teary eyed.

Then he made a fart joke or a butt joke and it makes me hope I can do it with him all over again.

She’ll Take Five Years Or 100 Off Your Life

Zoë was home today all day with Bill as her sitter had surgery and is off for a week.  She was great and kept herself occupied with Moon Sand, scissors, paper, tape and glue sticks (can you envision what our house looked like when I got home) so that Bill could actually get some work done to pay for the lady who cleans our house–Monday can’t come soon enough.

So, Bill came up to check on her and he couldn’t find her, which is worrisome as our house isn’t very big.  It’s small really.  The doors were still closed and locked but she was gone.  He ran upstairs to look and thank goodness he is tall.  She had crawled up into the top bunkbed and was hunkered down asleep.  She put herself down for a nap.  Oh how cute.  Of course if it had been me at home, as short as I am, I would not have noticed her asleep in the bunk bed and would have called out the national guard to find her.

She really is going to give us a run for our money.