Triplets -- and the Other Sister

Six months of silence ends today.

There are four girls in M's preschool class. There are 18 kids total.

The three cuties above have been close for almost two years. 

The one on the left will be in M's kindergarten class next year, and assuming nobody moves, they will be together for the remainder of their elementary years.

The one on the right is M's little buddy and her soccer pal and I anticipate they will be friends for a while, even with them going to different schools in the fall.

They are the triplets.

The "other sister" is another little girl who, according to her teacher, often gets excluded from the fun.

At conferences last year, M's teacher told us that B really liked M and hinted that it would be nice if M took her under her wing and facilitated an integration of sorts, since it seemed that M was the bridge that joined the two parties.

D and I touched the subject with her. But after bit of discussion, we both decided that at the end of the day, she was only five, and that as long as she wasn't being mean and being obviously exclusive, which wasn't the case as we understood it, she couldn't -- nor should she have to -- shoulder the weight of the world at such a young age. 

I still stand by that; albeit not very firmly. Truth is, I wobble around quite a bit on the topic.

Yesterday M's teacher told me that she had a talking to with the girls last week because they straight up told B that she couldn't play with them. B came up to her in near tears :(  

Today, the Triplets were born....and of course the "other sister" too.

Did they realize what was going on there? Or was this their way of including her?

Really? 

Already? 

God Help Me

Out of this World

Just a real quick post to show off the Halloween costumes of 2013.

But before I proceed, I'd like to ask, Who's Your Daddy?

Probably Darth Vader. Turns out he's not only Luke Skywalker's dad, but also Princess Leia's. Who knew? I still thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend, not brother and sister.

Apparently I continue to hold my reign as the only person alive that hasn't watched Star Wars.

Speaking of Leia, check this out:

That right there yielded the most likes on Facebook I've ever had.  And she was a huge sensation at Daddy's work. I texted it to him, he showed his boss who then said he needed to show his wife; someone else overheard and by the end of the day people were showing up in D's office asking to see her. Today her teacher told me that just between us, she had the best costume! She said she couldn't keep her eyes off of her. I noticed when I dropped her off that Ms. Rachel was in awe of her and that she backtracked a little when she was about to compliment her -- ugh all of them :)

I'm going to agree: She was out of this world cute!

And one last look at both of them....another successful Halloween.

Oh Snap

"Oh, Snap! Things are about to get technical."

Well, about as technical as a train ride can get.

Yes, this happened!
The Rubens rolled in on June 11.
The big one left the next morning.
The little one took his shoes off and stayed a while.

 He baked,

 he cheered on his beloved team,

and watched them win another championship!

 He supported his cousins,

played with the neighbors,
and snuggled.

With humans

 and not.

He celebrated birthdays

 and Father's Day with us.

He helped around the house,

went to Nintendo,

and the state capital.

He overcame fears,

and tried new things.

He made a friend (Mooto)

He gained two cousins (N & N)

He got kisses excessively (by Mia)

And he talked...man, that kid can talk!

He said that he wants to come every year.

Mia made up a song when he was here:

"Momma, Poppa, Sister, and Brother

Don't forget Ruben, we all have eachother!

Yes, we do!

We Love You, RGIII

I Wait

I sit here tonight waiting to hear news about my Tia Leonor. She has been sick for many years. Last Thursday dialysis was halted. Everything I read pointed to her not living much longer than about 10 days. I talked to my brother this afternoon when he had just left the hospital. He cried like a baby as he told me how sick she looked and that she would probably not make it through the day.

(August 2012)

It's hard to grasp that in a matter of days she will no longer be with us; that we will move forward in this life without her. 

I pray that as she takes her last breath she feels the love that surrounds her, and that when God takes her hand her children are holding the other.

I'm going to miss that beautiful smile. 

I will forever miss her beautiful heart ♥

Not Cool

I'm chiming in tonight for a quick post because I need to get some things off my chest.

M had a play date today with a little buddy from preschool. It just so happens that this little girl has an older sister that has been in J's class for the last couple of years. She is a year younger, but because of their mixed classroom, they have been together for a bit. Both of these girls are the daughters of Jacob's upcoming 4th and 5th grade teacher.

We like this family. My words in no way reflect ill-will towards them or their values and teachings.

After picking M up from their house this afternoon, and while we were in the car, she told J that Older Sister had said that she didn't like him. After a little bit of prodding, M told us how the conversation went down:

Apparently Younger Sister mentioned that she wished J was there. Then M stopped, and it was here that J asked her, "Did Older Sister say she hated me?" M proceeded to say that, "No, she just said that she didn't like you after Younger Sister said she wished you were there."

When I looked in the rear view mirror, J had what appeared to be a look that said, "REALLY???" He uttered a half-hearted laugh in what I perceived to be an attempt to hide his disappointment.

I would be lying if my blood didn't boil at this point. J, like any other kid, has his share of quirks. J can be loud. J can be disruptive in class. But I am positive that he never did anything to her personally that would cause her to have those feelings towards him. Not because he's a saint, but because for the most part he doesn't pay that much attention to girls.

Once I pulled myself together I told him that Older Sister was probably just being silly; maybe just playing around with the younger girls. I told him that sometimes people do things to try to be cool.

His response: "Well, it's not cool."

This was the time, I knew, to say something meaningful. Instead, everything coming out of my mouth sounded like Generic-ese: I told him that as long as he knew in his heart that he didn't do anything to her to bring about those feelings, then it's her problem and not his; I told him that everybody isn't going to always like him. Blah. Blah. Blah.

And then, finally, out came what I know to be true: "If she (or anybody else for that matter) makes the bad choice of not liking you, she is denying herself of your friendship....and that's her bad because you are AWESOME!"

It's not original or patent-worthy, but definitely true.

I don't have the time, desire, or credentials to delve into the mind of a seven year old. I realize that after 40 years I may have forgotten a few things about being that young and that her words could have come from a place that I no longer know exists. This isn't so much about Older Sister as it is about this guy:

At nine, J is still somewhat encased within the wall of innocence. The fact that it crumbled a little today is just life being played out and merely the start of the destruction. Life will continue to happen and the wall will be shaken over and over, its foundation determining whether it will eventually break and come tumbling down or stand strong against the elements.

As his parents, D and I hold the responsibility to build a foundation for him; one that will hold him up against life's elements no matter how shaky they become. I hope this is a place that empowers him to be strong when he feels weak and brave when he is scared; a peaceful retreat for the times when he is wronged; a fortress that keeps negativity and self-doubt otuside; and a constant reminder that he can do more than he is capable of.

But just like any structure, it isn't built in one day. It's a work in progress. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes life lessons.

Today's incident could be classified as a life lesson. And it stung. As they sometimes do, it stung. It stung him and it stung me -- maybe more than it did him, because I'm not sure one can be immune when it comes to seeing their children hurt.

NOT COOL, Older Sister...NOT COOL!

Little Piano Man

The venue, the songs, and except for a little change-up, the company was the same.

Heck, even the suit didn't change.

But unlike January's recital, J performed his first solo

And his second.

Which, for some reason is not uploading.

A few days later, at the State Capital, he got the chance to play a few notes on the grand old piano that sits in the reception room.

Congratulations, Little Piano Man!

Today is Summer

"Today is Summer" were the first words out of M's mouth this morning. They were followed by, "we can go swimming in the pools and whatever." That we live in the Northwest has no bearing on her comments. She's out of school therefore it's summer and when it's summer, you swim.

Yesterday was her last day of school....and if you've been around a while, you know that means that there was a picture on the front porch.

There was an ice creams social at school and some posing with her buddies.

Both kids were blessed with great teachers this year.

M learned so much and J continues to thrive!

As soon as the preschool functions were complete, we headed over to Burfort Park for J's end of year picnic. Mr. H does an amazing job of putting together certificates for each kid with an adjective that describes them. His wife said this is something that starts at the beginning of the year because he really wants to make sure that he gets it right. 

J's adjective was earnest:

Resulting from or showing intense conviction

Today was J's last day of school

Actually, it was a half day, so by noon when they got off the bus, the neighborhood moms had a whole spread of junk food laid out, a bunch of water balloons, water guns, sidewalk chalk, and music.

Our neighborhood rocks.

Summer doesn't officially start for another week or so. We have an ABC's of Summer list to put together, a chore chart to be tended to, read-a-thon materials to look over, but today was a little taste of what's to come.

M had a point -- Today is Summer!

Who's Those Kids' Mother?

There's a mom that belongs to one of J's baseball teammates that any time her son does something spectacular on the field, will get up off her bottom, stand up in the bleachers, put her hands up in the air, and ask, "Who's that boy's mother?" I love it. Makes me laugh every time. She is one proud momma!

It's been a while since I've posted, but it's not for lack of having anything to say. On the contrary...we've been swamped. These last couple of months have been kept us on our toes. It seems like every night there is something. It's hectic, but it's been fun.

In mid-March J made his acting debut in Mr. Halvorson's class play, Doonots on the Amazon. I hope to write more about it in a later post. for now, here are some of the deets:

J was cast as the Prime Minister of England...as shown here with the Prime Minister of India:

And as an anteater..as shown here with his homemade costume:

They've been working on this production since January. It was a fun show and J did a great job learning his lines. 

Right around the same time, J made another debut...this time on the baseball field. No tee this time! It started out kind of shaky, but he's worked hard and has come a long way.

They made the playoffs, beat an undefeated team on the first day, another team last night; but unfortunately, they lost today. By one. Just two games away from playing in the championship. It was a good season for the Wildcats.

M continues to do ballet. She could be the cutest ballerina ever:

Her recital is coming up in a couple of weeks, but her dress is here now. And at the end of the day, that's all that really matters anyway, right?

She's also picked up a new hobby: Soccer.

It turns out little Ms. M has some futbol skills. We don't keep score or anything, or for that matter tabs, but if we did, the stats would show that the Ninjas are 4-1, and that M has contributed five goals thus far ☺. And, not to brag, but I have heard the words M and good used in the same sentence several times. 

I wonder who that girl's mother could be?

To add to an already-chaotic Saturday, J had a musicianship exam one morning. And this is what a perfect score on the whole darn thing looks like:

THE. WHOLE. DARN. THING. 

Out of 115 students that took it, only 15 had the honor.

While we're on the subject of music, his teacher mentioned in passing to him the other day when she was being hard on him that he is one of the best elementary-aged kids she has.

Does anybody know who that boy's mother is?

Yes, that happened. 

Somewhere in between all the madness, M figured out how to ride a bike. 

This was over a month ago. Just the other day she rode about two miles. She's amazing!

It's been a busy few months around here, but M played her last soccer game of the season this morning, and in the next two weeks we'll go to two recitals...one for each of them. After that things slow down for summer.

But before signing off, I must ask:

WHO'S THOSE KIDS' MOTHER?

Grinin' from Ear to Ear

About a month ago, J was the G.R.I.N Critter in his class.

It's something that I equate to being the student of the week or month or however long goes in between G.R.I.N. assemblies.

His previous two teachers didn't participate, so this was his first time in his almost-four years at Hansen.

The class compiled a list about ways in which they noticed J was special.

 And then Mr. Halvorson condensed it into the official document to be read by his two buddies, Alec and Reese, at the school-wide assembly.

"Jacob has a wonderful positive attitude. His cheerful smile and thoughtful friendliness are like a rainbow of goodness in our classroom. Jacob is a marvelous mathematician. Jacob, you rock!"

A JK(ind) of Weekend

Last weekend was all about J.

Friday he was awarded a bronze medal at Kumon for working six months or more above grade level. He barely missed getting it the last time around, but not anymore.....

The next day, he had his first piano recital, which I wrote about in my previous post. Four months after starting lessons, he was ready for the world to hear him, and he did a great job. Just like a pro.

By Sunday he'd hung up the suit and the medal and he was ready to party.We gathered seven of his best buddies and off to laser tag they went.

It was one of the easiest parties I've thrown and it was obvious that all the boys had a great time.

It was a good weekend for J. And a well-deserved one too.

Music to My Ears

Even as a little boy, J had a knack for music. I remember one time while at a friends house, he sat on their piano and started playing with the keys. He looked like a pro. This was back before the days of iPhones, so I wasn't able to take a picture, but I did think to myself that I wish I had a camera to one day, when he was a famous concert pianist, show him his very first time "playing."

Over the years we've discussed piano lessons. He was really excited at a younger age, and then when he was old enough to take them, the interest waned. 

M has a little Fisher Price piano that plays music by itself if prompted. One day last summer, I heard the familiar sound of one of the lullabies. And then I heard another. D came in and said, "How sad is it that he's playing the plastic piano? We gotta get that kid some lessons." My response: "I thought it was the piano playing itself." He sounded that good. I'm well aware that doesn't make him a music prodigy, but it really was flawless.

Needless to say, in August the horse trailer pulled up with a special delivery.

This time I did have a camera, and, yes, as I took this picture I said, "One day, when he's a famous concert pianist, we can show the world the picture of when he got his first piano." (And somewhere, the poor guy that delivers these things for a living, rolls his eyes as he hears another starry-eyed mother brag about what the future holds for her genius kid.)

The lessons started on his first day of school back in September. His teacher is very impressed by his hard work and, as I suspected, his musical talent :). And while I won't make too much out of it, the S word has been thrown around. One day, many years from now, we'll see how that actually pans out. 

Yesterday was his first recital...he woke up not feeling too well, but when the time came, he brought it:

He's come a long way in four months.

Those first couple of days I was sure we made a mistake. Our home sounded like a haunted house.

No more. That right there was music to my ears.

The 31 Days of Christmas

Forget twelve. At our house we up that number by 150% (and a smidgen).

This year we went up the road to the Noble Fir farm where you walk around, pick a tree, and they cut it for you. Sometimes we go to the parking lot of Grocery Outlet to get it. And that's just as well.

By the first weekend in December, it was decorated and lit.

But the holidays don't officially start until the eve of December 6th. That's when the kids stuff their Christmas lists into their stockings and await the arrival of St. Nick.

And guess who was back for an encore?

Euseb!

He's so darn cute!

And he kept the fun going...sometimes he'd forget to move and end up in the same place the next morning, but he delivered....ornaments, socks, goodies for hot chocolate.

We scored and got to see a dress-rehearsal viewing of the Nutcracker. It was amazing as usual.

Santa came by on the fire truck,

And M didn't run away crying.

She saved that for the infamous photo session and dragged J along with her.

Because it wouldn't be the holidays without tears for the camera.

Winter came a few days early ~ the day before Winter break was to begin.

OSD called a two-hour late start for one

And no school for another.

We had an at-home-day the next with another round of snow play, hot chocolate, games, and what may very well be their last bath together.

(In case anyone is wondering, they both have bathing suits on :)

A trip to Jumping Jacks a few days later followed by dinner at J's best friend's house rounded out the week.

By Monday night, this is what the wind had blown in!

"Twas the night before Christmas

And a White Christmas morning.

The next four days were filled with games,

music,

adventures,

new places,

  and gross places.

There were smiles

and silliness 

and plenty of family time

And as soon as the good-byes were bid, another set of cousins stepped in to fill the void

                             

The slumber party was at their house, but not before playing the wii-U, Legos, and M getting her toenails painted.

As if that wasn't exciting enough, this is where we headed next

This was M's Christmas gift from us, but there was a little something for everyone in this here store: Excitement (M), amazement (me), disgust (daddy), boredom (J).

It came down to Josefina and Ivy Ling (because those were the only two choices I gave her), but in the end, the earrings AND long hair won out,

and Josefina is M's new best friend.

The next day was NYE. We headed to some friends' to celebrate what was supposed to be NYC new years; instead, we ended up staying until a little before midnight thinking we'd be home to ring in 2013, but Daddy was hungry, so

♫ we stopped at Taco Bell for some Mexican eats ♪

And just like that, J had stayed up to see the new year roll in and had late-night grubs for the first time ever! Awesome.

School started the next day and things got back to a somewhat-normal status around here, but the Kings never fail to stop by in the wee hours of January 6th.

They must have followed the smell the the star cookies we made,

And dropped of a little something in return.

And so a month after it all started, this is what I got:

What remains of the Christmas tree is on the floor along with massive amounts of lights and a random ornament here and there.  Hopefully by tomorrow any evidence of the holidays will be stored up high.

I look forward to what the next 334 days have in store for us; that's when we'll be pulling all this stuff down and starting all over again.