End of (Summer) Days

Summer has wound down here in San José. The kids are back in school—classes started on August 14—and soccer should be starting up any day now. To celebrate, we’ve posted a set of photos covering the last few weeks of summer and the first day of school.

In the set, you’ll find some pictures of the kids at a couple different summer reading program events run by the San José Public Library. They decided to mix things up this year by requiring kids to participate in on-site activities to win prizes. As a result, the end of July was a flurry of visits to different library branches to fulfill the program requirements. One was more or less a giant Lego party which, naturally, thrilled Joe immensely; another was a performance by Dan Chan Magic Man. Julia managed to get herself chosen as a volunteer during the latter and, somewhat predictably, was a ham on onstage. She’s a fascinating bundle of contradictions: one day she’s spontaneously clowning around for an audience of strangers, and the next she’s refusing to give her well-rehearsed book report in front of a classroom full of friends.

As usual, we learned of the kids’ classroom assignments a couple days before the start of the school year. Julia is in Mrs. Whittell’s class, which is in the newer wing of the school, near the library. She switches over to Mrs. Compton-Kolda’s class next door for science and non-fiction reading; I’m not sure what the actual rationale for this approach is, but if nothing else, it’s an early preview of middle school for the kids. She’s quite excited to have a Trapper Keeper this year; I was surprised to learn that they still made them.

Joe gets two teachers this year: Mrs. Olson is teaching his class Monday through Thursday, and Mrs. Vandeneynde is covering Fridays. Luckily for both teachers, the school has wisely elected to continue avoiding putting Joe and his buddy Mason in the same classroom. That said, he still has a number of friends from kindergarten and first grade in his class this year.

As of this writing, we’re just about a month out from Julie’s expected due date, and we’re continuing to make slow progress on preparing for the baby’s arrival. Julie’s office gave her a new car seat and stroller, and we’re working on unloading the old stroller on Craigslist to make room in our packed garage. My jobs this weekend are to install the car seat in the van and see if I can figure out how to reattach the drop side on Joe’s old crib. We’re also planning to rearrange the furniture in Julia’s room a bit to accommodate the crib and a changing table, but Julia hasn’t signed off on that plan yet. I’m sure that will be an interesting conversation.

It’s a good thing that we still have a month to get ready, because Julie has been feeling pretty under the weather lately. She picked up a cold from Joe a couple of weeks ago—he has an unfortunate habit of drinking out of her water glass throughout the day—and the nagging cough that resulted developed into bronchitis. That’s being treated with an inhaler and antibiotics, but late Tuesday night, just after taking the antibiotics for the first time, she started feeling a sharp pain in her side and back. Fearing that she or the baby might be having an adverse reaction to the medication, she dashed off to the emergency room. The verdict: kidney stones.

She came home with a prescription for some nice, strong painkillers that made it dangerous for her to drive, so I took off from work early on Wednesday to pick up the kids from school. Then, on Friday, she suffered another attack, and this time the pain medication didn’t help. A trip to the urgent care clinic followed, where she was given an injection that again left her unable to drive. I left work early once more to pick her up from the doctor’s office—I actually had to sign discharge papers promising not to let her operate heavy equipment—and Tammy Riggioni, the mother of one of Joe’s friends, picked them up at school.

Fortunately, this was Julie’s last full week at work, so we’re hopeful she’ll have an opportunity to rest and recuperate in the coming weeks.

On a more positive note, Joe has suddenly decided to take giving up his longstanding thumb-sucking habit more seriously. If he makes it through the weekend, it’ll have been a week, and Julie and I are now faced with the frightening prospect of making good on the various incentives we offered to get him to stop. In fact, he’s so confident that he’s going to make it that he’s begun trying to renegotiate the reward for making it through a month: whereas before he wanted Minecraft, he now decided that he really wants New Super Marios Bros. 2 (the “New” is apparently part of the name) and a Nintendo 3DS to play it on. Suffice it to say that discussions are ongoing.

Kindergarten for Julia

It’s hard to believe now, but back in August of 2009, Julia was just starting kindergarten and Joe had only recently transitioned into preschool from the infant center at Action Day. Here we have a small set of photos covering that general timeframe, including Julia’s first day of school and her fifth birthday.

Note that the unique cake design was one of Julia’s own: she drew it up in crayon on a sheet of paper, and we handed it off to the skilled artists at Aki’s Bakery to implement. If you put a gun to my head now, I couldn’t explain why the design featured a little man in jail. I am quite sure there was a thematic thread connecting the prisoner, house and tiger, but that link has been lost to history.

Spring 2013 / Joe’s Seventh Birthday

Seeing as I’m going to have a lot of time on my hands all of a sudden, it seems like an opportune time to get caught up on some pictures. So, off we go.

First, Julia’s spring school portrait came in, and you can find it in her class picture album. The spring portraits are taken in front of a green screen—the school didn’t actually haul the kids out to a woodland stream for the photo shoot—so we can provide alternate versions with different, equally unlikely, backgrounds if you like.

You might notice that there’s no corresponding spring portrait for Joe. As it turns out, when his teacher, Mrs. Glenn, asked the kids who were scheduled to have their pictures taken to line up, he misunderstood and, well, didn’t. He was very apologetic when he came home, thinking that Julie and I would be upset. Secretly, however, I was probably just as happy to get the check we’d written back un-cashed, especially in light of recent developments.

There’s also an entirely new album, covering various events of this spring and Joe’s seventh birthday. Quite a bit has happened over the last few months: Julia had braces put in and played the trumpet in the inaugural Booksin band—there are pictures of the end-of-year concert in the album. Of course, Julia privately admitted that sometimes she doesn’t bother pressing the buttons on her trumpet as she’s playing, but she’s performed Hot Cross Buns at home and sounded a lot better than I would.

We let Joe choose where we went out to eat to celebrate his birthday, and he chose to go back to Benihana, where we took Julia last year. Unfortunately for Joe, because his birthday was on a Monday night—and the night of the band concert—we actually went out the night before and saved cake and presents for after the show.

Both kids survived the 2012–2013 school year and are headed into summer camp starting next week; in spite of my recent change of employment status, we decided to leave them signed up for camp for the time being in order to minimize the amount of disruption they perceive. We’ll re-evaluate as the situation evolves.

Joe had a great year, though he did manage to force a second consecutive teacher into retirement. All told, three of the six teachers Julia and Joe have had at Booksin have retired immediately after having our kids in their classes. Mrs. Glenn was fantastic, however, and Joe thoroughly enjoyed first grade; he ended up being the class champion for the “Reading is Cool” program, which counts the number of pages the kids read at home during the school year. His handwriting, on the other hand, is pretty atrocious, much as mine was at his age. Julie has vowed that he’s going to spend a fair portion of the summer practicing.

Julia had a very Julia year. She continued to excel academically: she was one of only two students in Mr. Alderette’s class to finish the online math drills the school makes available, and she is reading well above her ostensible grade level. Her favorite after-school activity by far has been the GATE science program, a fact that brings a smile to this IMSA alumnus’s face.

On the other hand, Julia has continued to demonstrate her spirited nature in the classroom and at home. As well as she’s done in school, her greatest achievements have come in the realm of sheer cussedness. At one point, Mr. Alderette was actually sending home weekly progress reports on the level of disruption Julia was causing in class. Things seem to have come under control by the end of the year, but we’ll see when we review the kids’ report cards.

The aforementioned computerized math program, IXL, provides another amusing—if only in hindsight—example. Julie really, really wanted Julia to complete the third-grade sequence by the end of the year. Julia, for her part, was less driven to finish, but for the fact that Mr. Alderette would occasionally set up challenges in which the kids would receive Beanie Babies, which he called Brainy Babies, for finishing a certain number of lessons. Exacerbating the situation was the fact that we didn’t really start pushing for Julia to finish until the second half of the school year—and, if we’re being honest, the latter portion of the second half of the year—so the effort was tremendously backloaded, which the majority of the work being done in April and May.

As you can imagine, this resulted in a highly combustible environment, with all parties behaving at times in ways that made none of us proud. I honestly feel that actually getting Julia to sit still, concentrate and double-check her work was more effort than the math itself. Nevertheless, she finished—aided by the fact that Julie also set out the promise of Brainy Babies—just a couple days before the end of the year. We’re left with a house full of Beanie Babies and hopefully minimal psychological damage for all concerned.

Julia herself commented on the situation in the context of a class project in which she was asked to write a letter to Fern from Charlotte’s Web. In her letter, Julia asked Fern how she felt about her frequent visits to Wilbur the pig at her uncle’s nearby barn. She then went on to explain that were she in Fern’s shoes, she would not be able to visit as often as she might like, because her mother forces her to do at least 100 hours of IXL every night.

Christmas 2012

Unforeseen circumstances have prevented us from posting as often as we’d resolved to at the start of the year, but here’s a token effort: pictures from the 2012 Christmas season.

The festivities started off with the annual Girl Scout Father-Daughter dance. We had never attended in the past, but Julia’s troop was hosting this year and Julie was helping with setup (along with all the other moms), so it would have been a bit anti-social not to attend, even by my high standards. The dance was Western themed, so the months and months of junior high P.E. I spent doing square dancing finally paid off, just like Mr. Lansdown always said they would.

We spent the holidays themselves in Chicago with my family, where the kids were overwhelmed by Santa’s largesse. As excited as the kids were by Christmas morning, Julie and I were equally passionate about the prospect of getting everything home. In as sure a sign that miracles do happen as I’ve ever seen, everything made it back to California in one piece, including our collective sanity.

While we were in Illinois, we had a number of adventures. In addition to spending some quality time with the Shidle and Sass families—probably more than they bargained for—we visited my grandparents and spent Christmas evening with my Uncle Jack and Aunt Mary and my cousins Nick and Caitlin. Later in the week, we saw the Chicago (well, Rosemont) version of the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, starring the Rockettes. I was a little worried that it might be a bit beyond the kids’ ken, but it ended up being right up their alley.

At the tail end our trip, we paid a final visit to the Rolling Meadows Gino’s East, which is evidently being torn down to make room for a much-needed Panera. Aside from the fact that we love the pizza—in particular, I’m a fan of the sausage patty that covers the entire pie—its closure is depressing because, as Julie reminded me, it was the site of our first actual date. Yes, I took my future wife out for pizza on our first date. We also saw Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Has there ever been a more auspicious beginning?

At least our first date wasn’t at One Schaumburg Place.

More on the unforeseen circumstances in a bit.

Back to School / Julia Turns Eight

As seems customary around these parts, Booksin Elementary posts its class lists on the Friday before school starts. Presumably, this strategy is designed to prevent parents from complaining about their kids’ classroom assignments by leaving them as little time as possible to mull them over. I’m not sure it works, however, judging by the amount of grousing we heard outside the school library where the class information was posted (No, it’s not posted online. That would be crazy).

Joe ended up assigned to Mrs. Glenn’s class. She was new to us (and to Booksin), but coincidentally, she’s teaching in Room 3, where Julia had kindergarten with Mrs. Romero. Unfortunately, she missed the first few weeks of class while she recovered from hip surgery that was performed over the summer. Thanks to silly insurance company rules, she couldn’t even come to campus during the day while kids were present until she was off disability. She’s back now, and she and Joe seem to be getting along famously, though she’s asked him to sit at the back of the class since he has a propensity to stand while he’s doing work.

Julia ended up in Mr. Alderette’s class. We heard through the grapevine that he was a bit strict (see the bit above about grousing), but so far, he and Julia have clicked well. In fact, he’s unlocked the heretofore unknown secret to motivating her: stuffed animals. He’s been giving out Beanie Babies—rechristened in this context as Brainy Babies—as rewards for completing online math lessons. So far, Julia has accumulated close to a dozen of these, and is in real danger of being squeezed out of her own bed.

We’ve posted a few pictures from the first couple months of the year, including a few from the time the kids in Joe’s class got a visit from SJ Sharkie, the San José Sharks’ mascot, to commemorate their participation in the Reading is Cool program, a monthly contest in which they track the number of pages they’ve read and the top reader in the class gets a medal at the end of the month. Joe was the winner the first month, so he got a prize from Sharkie; Mrs. Glenn was kind enough to give us a heads-up a week or so in advance, and Julie was able to be there to capture the occasion on video.

To me, the most notable thing about the clip is the fact that Julia would have been completely and utterly unable to handle it, as she’s still possessed by an unmanageable fear of mascots.

Of course, with the start of the school year comes Julia’s birthday. Grandma Flack was in town this year to help us celebrate, and we took the kids out to Benihana for a treat before opening presents at home. Naturally, there are photos. Apologies, though, for the noisy quality of some of the pictures: we’re still relying on our phones as cameras most of the time, and they didn’t do very well in the low-light conditions of our living room this time around.

Bats ’N Balls

It seems that book reports aren’t what they used to be. This month, Julia was tasked with reading and reporting on Pitcher Pressure by Jake Maddox. Instead of standing in front of the class to recite the dry facts about the settings, characters and plot of the book, her assignment was to invent a fictitious brand of breakfast cereal relating to the story and to design its product packaging.

Seeing as the story was set at a baseball game, Julia chose the prosaic name Bats ’N Balls for her cereal. She specifically asked whether she could use an apostrophe and N in place of “in”—she felt this was very important for the brand. We worked together to create an enticing box front and design a fun game for the back: I suggested a word search (figuring that the magic of the electronic personal computer could help us out), but Julia insisted on crafting a fill-in-the blanks puzzle with a secret message that spelled out the title of the book. The sides covered more familiar book report ground, and Julia did a great job on them on her own. You can see the final product in all its glory here.

Of course, merely creating a new product of out whole cloth wasn’t sufficient for a book report; this is the third grade, after all. To finish things up, Julia had to actually sell her creation by putting together a two-minute (give or take) commercial extolling its virtues. We won’t be able to attend her in-class presentation, but we recorded her final run-through at home for the sake of posterity.

School Pictures 2012

We have a ton of photos in the queue, and not just because we’re perpetually behind. In particular, we took a short trip down to the Monterey area last weekend, and managed to capture several dozen pictures just of the California coast.

In the meantime, while you have that to look forward to, I’ve uploaded Julia and Joseph’s most recent class pictures.

Student of the Month, the Sequel

As you may recall, Julia won the Student of the Month award for her Junior K class just about two years ago. This month, it was Joe’s turn. Julie and I got a letter from the school a few weeks ago letting us know that he had won and asking us to keep it a secret. Then, this past Thursday, we got to surprise him at an all-school assembly, where he got called up on stage with the winners from the other classrooms.

The day was relatively devoid of drama, unlike Julia’s turn in the spotlight. Joe didn’t know what was coming, but he started to catch on when he saw us in the back of the room at the start of the assembly. He was a trooper about getting up on stage, though he did end up chewing on the zipper of his jacket, a habit we haven’t figured out how to break: he can’t actually zip up most of his coats, because the teeth on the zippers are mangled and bent. It’s probably not doing his teeth any good, either.

We have video and pictures from the extravaganza. I apologize for the poor quality of the video. The exposure settings on my camera got confused, so the second half—unfortunately, the part with Joe—is a bit of a mess.