First a strike, then the first day of K and 3rd.
Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Monday, September 14, 2015
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Saturday, August 01, 2015
Quaker summer camp
This has been a super busy summer for us. In the past month, I went to L.A. for my college friend's baby shower, then Spokane for our Yearly Meeting, then camping in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National forest. Then, last week I ran a Quaker kids summer camp for the first time.
We had a great time- reading, drawing, singing, and making elaborate fairy houses in the woods. These kids know how to mix their deep conversations with their fun and we had such a good time people are already asking about next year. I'm open to it, but first I need a nap.
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Tuesday, July 07, 2015
Changes
The photo in the frame is his school photo, taken less than a year ago. How is it possible that he looks so much older?
Friday, June 26, 2015
No Rosie
We are lucky in many ways to have found the preschool that both kids have attended. The staff is amazing, very nurturing and creative and I've always felt good about leaving my kids in their care. One of the teachers is a singer/songwriter and for the past three years she has written small musicals based on kids books, for the kids to perform. This year's musical was called "No Rosie" based on the book Rosie Revere, Engineer.
The kids love learning the songs and sing them constantly. When they get up on stage, some of them take it very seriously and concentrate on getting the words right. Some of them just let loose and dance all over the place. It is beyond charming to watch.
As our five years at this school draw to a close, I am so appreciative of all the wonderful things our whole family has gained from being there.
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