Monday, February 25, 2013

One Week at a Time

This morning I drove to a big building and signed some forms. And just like that it was over. Amelia is registered for kindergarten.  

When she was born, people told us time would fly by. I secretly cursed these people, sure they were just taunting the sleep-deprived new parents with the impossible promise of a walking, talking, sleeping child right around the corner, one who would dress herself and handle her own personal hygiene.  

Five years later we’re still not sleeping, but otherwise it was true. She knows more than I do about the ipad, dresses herself, puts herself in the car, helps herself to a snack, and continues to grow like a weed – proof that time does indeed fly.

The passage of time isn’t lost on Amelia.  In fact, she’s pretty obsessed with it lately.  She counts down days until birthdays, playdates, trips, even a new episode of Princess Sofia. That songabout the days of the week – sung to the tune of “The Addams Family” - has become part of my subconscious playlist. I don’t even remember the original version, it’s all about “there’s Sunday and there’s Monday”…you get the idea.  And if you have an almost-kindergartener you’re snapping your fingers and cursing at me right now. 

Anyway, this last year of preschool is all about getting ready for kindergarten, and that means the days of the week – and the schedule they dictate – are very important.  So we made a dry-erase schedule chart. 

Really it’s just a fancier version of a dry-erase office calendar, but instead of the date of the month, this one features the day of the week. I’ve seen versions of this on pinterest and elsewhere over the years, so when I came across a 5-opening frame missing some glass in the clearance bin at Bed Bath and Beyond I knew exactly what to do with it.  Buy it, sneak it into the house, and finish this project before Jeff could question the purchase of a broken frame!


Fixing the frame was easy, I replaced the glass with glass from another one.  Next, Amelia and I went through our basket of fabric scraps and picked out five patterns we liked. The key here is to choose patterns that are not too dark or too busy to serve as backgrounds for your dry erase marker.  You could do this with paper too, but we have to use all that fabric for something!


We wrapped the backing from each frame with fabric, taping it tightly on the back. And then we re-inserted the fabric-covered backgrounds behind the glass.  That’s it!  We used sticker letters to add the days of the week (snap, snap!), hung it over the row of hooks that hold all of Amelia’s school bags, and filled it in with her schedule.  If we were really fancy, we’d hang the ballet bag under the ballet day. But we’re not that fancy.




So we’re ready. Bring it, kindergarten. What day does school start?


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Friday, February 1, 2013

Hi, Loser!

When I was a kid, being called a loser was a bad thing. The loser was uncool, unpopular, uninvited. For a while there in upper elementary and middle school, I was the loser. 


and it couldn't!
Starting two weeks ago, loser has a new meaning – hopefully the one Amelia will forever associate with the word. I’ve joined a weight loss challenge at our gym, sort of a low-rent version of the television show The Biggest Loser. I’ve actually never watched the show (I guess I should), but I’m part of a team of losers, trying to lose more cumulative weight than the other teams.  I’ve run into a few teammates outside of the gym, and already we’re greeting one another with “Hi, Loser!” Maybe it’s encouragement, maybe we’re just still learning each other’s names, but either way, it’s definitely not the schoolyard anymore.

I plan to be a very big loser. I turned 45 last week, and to celebrate this milestone I will lose 45 pounds in my 45th year. It’s a long term goal, but the more I say it out loud the more real it becomes.  So I’m saying it – and trying to remember that the words are important.  My childhood friend Dara Chadwick wrote a book called “You’d be soPretty If…” and reading it has made me extra conscious of how what I say about myself influences Amelia’s attitude about her own body.  

So I’m not going to be ashamed or apologetic about gaining the weight. But for myself and for Amelia, I will be eager and excited about becoming healthier and stronger and making better choices. And if that includes 6am workouts with a bunch of other losers, I’m in.  Proudly. You heard it here, out loud.

Now somebody please set an alarm clock!



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