A week in review...
Last weekend Jake went to Grandfather Mountain and Tweetsie Railroad with Granny and Papa. He had a GREAT time (his description). He got to feed bears, ride rides, meet real cowboys... He's still talking about his trip. Today while he was riding his bike at a park, we were in a wooded part of the trail. He asked if I thought there would be bears, and when I said no, he said, "But Mommy, bears are real. I saw them." I'm just hoping they aren't in the middle of Greensboro...
Jake spent each morning this week in a camp done by the Community Theatre. He seemed to love every bit of it, so much that I'm wondering if he might want to do some sort of acting class in the fall. The camp ended with a performance the kids worked on all week. They danced to "Jungle Boogie," while wearing animals hats and standing in front of the "set" they designed. The camp was for 3-5 year olds, so the set was pretty basic: the camp counselors cut out trees and let the kids color them. Jake did so well, of course. :) And we now have his first program from a performance. Aunt Caitlin should be proud: another actor in the family.
While Jake was in camp Thursday morning, Leslie came to Greensboro to go to a storytime with Annie and me. This was the first time Annie was the focus of something like storytime--usually she's tagging along because of big brother. This turned out to be perfect. It didn't end up being a storytime, so much as a gathering for kids in a library. Annie got to play with stacking cups and soft blocks. Now that she's reaching for everything (ow, my hair!), she loved this chance to hold new things. And to shake them. The girl loves to shake things. I can't imagine what might happen if she got ahold of a kitten...
Thursday afternoon as we were leaving to go bike riding with some of Jake's friends, Jake decided to see if he could throw a rock over Annie's head. Now, I didn't know he was going to try this. Had I known, of course, I would've told him not to throw the rock. But I'm sure Jake knew I would say that, so he did it while I wasn't looking.
I didn't see the rock come our way (I was holding Annie), I just heard the thunk. It was like slow motion. I realized Annie had been hit just after Jake did. Annie took a few more seconds. She started wailing, Jake started crying, and I...have no idea what I did for about 10 minutes. Fortunately Leslie was still at our house, so she took Jake aside while I checked out Annie. I called her doctor, who told me what to watch for in case of concussion or other damage. I love my children's doctor, in case I haven't mentioned it. The office is so good with kids, and they're good at follow up too. The nurse I spoke with called me back twice that day--once to tell me what the doctor had said, and once a few hours later to make sure Annie was okay.
And Annie is okay, of course, or several of you would have heard about this much sooner. She had a small bump on her head Thursday, which became just a red mark by yesterday. Now it's not visible at all. Trauma averted.
Jake will most likely never throw a rock again.
He didn't end up biking with his friends that afternoon, obviously, but we went out both yesterday and today for him to ride his bike at the Guilford Courthouse Military Park. Wow, we've been missing a great place! My dad has asked several times if I've taken Jake there, and we went once to the visitor's center for a children's program, but I had no idea it was so wonderful for walking (and bike riding). Sometime next week Jake and I have planned to take his bike and a picnic and stay there for a few hours. Today after Jake had had enough of his bike, we walked to the monument of General Greene. Jake asked me if he "winned or losed." When I told him that he'd actually lost that battle (ahem, "tactically defeated" is how it's worded on the website), I started to explain a little about the Revolutionary War. Jake took off running across the field and yelled back, "Mommy, I only wanted to know if he winned or losed!"
That was fine, I'd already said what little I know about the war. "We fought the British. We won." (Right? This is why we don't have to eat fish and chips.) So I concluded the history lesson by yelling back to Jake,
"Honey, he lost. But he did the best he could!"
How many times did Nathanael Greene's mother probably say the same thing to him?
Last weekend Jake went to Grandfather Mountain and Tweetsie Railroad with Granny and Papa. He had a GREAT time (his description). He got to feed bears, ride rides, meet real cowboys... He's still talking about his trip. Today while he was riding his bike at a park, we were in a wooded part of the trail. He asked if I thought there would be bears, and when I said no, he said, "But Mommy, bears are real. I saw them." I'm just hoping they aren't in the middle of Greensboro...
Jake spent each morning this week in a camp done by the Community Theatre. He seemed to love every bit of it, so much that I'm wondering if he might want to do some sort of acting class in the fall. The camp ended with a performance the kids worked on all week. They danced to "Jungle Boogie," while wearing animals hats and standing in front of the "set" they designed. The camp was for 3-5 year olds, so the set was pretty basic: the camp counselors cut out trees and let the kids color them. Jake did so well, of course. :) And we now have his first program from a performance. Aunt Caitlin should be proud: another actor in the family.
While Jake was in camp Thursday morning, Leslie came to Greensboro to go to a storytime with Annie and me. This was the first time Annie was the focus of something like storytime--usually she's tagging along because of big brother. This turned out to be perfect. It didn't end up being a storytime, so much as a gathering for kids in a library. Annie got to play with stacking cups and soft blocks. Now that she's reaching for everything (ow, my hair!), she loved this chance to hold new things. And to shake them. The girl loves to shake things. I can't imagine what might happen if she got ahold of a kitten...
Thursday afternoon as we were leaving to go bike riding with some of Jake's friends, Jake decided to see if he could throw a rock over Annie's head. Now, I didn't know he was going to try this. Had I known, of course, I would've told him not to throw the rock. But I'm sure Jake knew I would say that, so he did it while I wasn't looking.
I didn't see the rock come our way (I was holding Annie), I just heard the thunk. It was like slow motion. I realized Annie had been hit just after Jake did. Annie took a few more seconds. She started wailing, Jake started crying, and I...have no idea what I did for about 10 minutes. Fortunately Leslie was still at our house, so she took Jake aside while I checked out Annie. I called her doctor, who told me what to watch for in case of concussion or other damage. I love my children's doctor, in case I haven't mentioned it. The office is so good with kids, and they're good at follow up too. The nurse I spoke with called me back twice that day--once to tell me what the doctor had said, and once a few hours later to make sure Annie was okay.
And Annie is okay, of course, or several of you would have heard about this much sooner. She had a small bump on her head Thursday, which became just a red mark by yesterday. Now it's not visible at all. Trauma averted.
Jake will most likely never throw a rock again.
He didn't end up biking with his friends that afternoon, obviously, but we went out both yesterday and today for him to ride his bike at the Guilford Courthouse Military Park. Wow, we've been missing a great place! My dad has asked several times if I've taken Jake there, and we went once to the visitor's center for a children's program, but I had no idea it was so wonderful for walking (and bike riding). Sometime next week Jake and I have planned to take his bike and a picnic and stay there for a few hours. Today after Jake had had enough of his bike, we walked to the monument of General Greene. Jake asked me if he "winned or losed." When I told him that he'd actually lost that battle (ahem, "tactically defeated" is how it's worded on the website), I started to explain a little about the Revolutionary War. Jake took off running across the field and yelled back, "Mommy, I only wanted to know if he winned or losed!"
That was fine, I'd already said what little I know about the war. "We fought the British. We won." (Right? This is why we don't have to eat fish and chips.) So I concluded the history lesson by yelling back to Jake,
"Honey, he lost. But he did the best he could!"
How many times did Nathanael Greene's mother probably say the same thing to him?
2 Comments:
Well no wonder you've not been around online much. You've been pretty busy this week! I'm glad Jake enjoyed camp. I can see him being an actor.
Oh, great. Another history-phobe in the family.
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