Another lovely holiday!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Another Milestone
Max had his first afternoon of Hebrew school yesterday. I was worried how it would go because (1) 4-6pm is a long time after a full day of school and (2) he doesn't know anyone in his class since we just recently joined the synagogue. I needn't have worried. Max is so "chill" about things like this. He went right into his class and had a great time. He came out two hours later knowing all about his Hebrew name, and the upcoming holiday of Rosh Hashanah (including a few cute songs!). I am very pleased with the program at Temple Beth Abraham and I think it's going to be a great experience for Max. What a year he's having!
Sorry for the blurry camera-phone image. Max is at the front left wearing a yellow shirt. Rabbi Bloom is leading the kindergarten, 1st, and 2nd graders in some Rosh Hashanah "hits"!
Sorry for the blurry camera-phone image. Max is at the front left wearing a yellow shirt. Rabbi Bloom is leading the kindergarten, 1st, and 2nd graders in some Rosh Hashanah "hits"!Monday, September 12, 2011
Henry's First Day of Preschool
Well, it's done. My last baby is off at school. (Insert hysterical sobbing here)
Yesiree...it's been an emotional morning in the Gerber residence -- for mom but not for boys.
Young Henry set off on the first stage of his academic journey and started at preschool. He has been eagerly awaiting this day for weeks (years?). All weekend long he kept reminding me, "Mom! I start preschool on Monday!" Yeah kid, I know. Thanks for reminding me.
This morning he was up early and was dressed and wearing his shark backpack a full 1/2 hour before we had to leave for MAX'S dropoff! We took Max to kindergarten, scooted home and got in the car to drive to preschool. "Mom! This is the way to Max's old school!" Henry exclaimed.
"No, Henry," I responded, "This is the way to YOUR school."
"That's right!" he said, "I'm in preschool now!"
Needless to say, the dropoff went smoothly. There were a few hysterical three-year-olds around, but Henry walked right into his class and wouldn't even let me help him hang up his backpack. "I can do it myself!" he said. He then proceeded over to the rug and sat right down in that "criss-cross-applesauce" position that he's been practicing all summer. He looked like a pro. I snapped one quick shot from the door (see below) and then I walked away. And teared up. And got in my car. And teared up a little more.
It's been one hit after another this year -- first kindergarten for Max and now preschool for Henry. That's how parenting goes. It's our job to let them go, but sometimes it hurts like a "MOTHER".
Lucky for me, I didn't have to suffer alone. My friend Emily was also dropping off her baby at school this morning. We went to breakfast together and commiserated. That's right -- a breakfast WITHOUT any little people! Emily still grabbed a stack of napkins large enough to swab off an army of sticky, snotty, spilling toddlers, but we figure that rehabilitation is going to take some time. With luck, we can someday feel like women again and not just moms. But then again, I have a feeling that the "mom" part never really leaves you even when the kids do...
Proud Henry ready for school
Check out the cool shark backpack! (thanks, Dodie)
So excited!
Checking out the equipment before class
Criss-Cross-Applesauce
Yesiree...it's been an emotional morning in the Gerber residence -- for mom but not for boys.
Young Henry set off on the first stage of his academic journey and started at preschool. He has been eagerly awaiting this day for weeks (years?). All weekend long he kept reminding me, "Mom! I start preschool on Monday!" Yeah kid, I know. Thanks for reminding me.
This morning he was up early and was dressed and wearing his shark backpack a full 1/2 hour before we had to leave for MAX'S dropoff! We took Max to kindergarten, scooted home and got in the car to drive to preschool. "Mom! This is the way to Max's old school!" Henry exclaimed.
"No, Henry," I responded, "This is the way to YOUR school."
"That's right!" he said, "I'm in preschool now!"
Needless to say, the dropoff went smoothly. There were a few hysterical three-year-olds around, but Henry walked right into his class and wouldn't even let me help him hang up his backpack. "I can do it myself!" he said. He then proceeded over to the rug and sat right down in that "criss-cross-applesauce" position that he's been practicing all summer. He looked like a pro. I snapped one quick shot from the door (see below) and then I walked away. And teared up. And got in my car. And teared up a little more.
It's been one hit after another this year -- first kindergarten for Max and now preschool for Henry. That's how parenting goes. It's our job to let them go, but sometimes it hurts like a "MOTHER".
Lucky for me, I didn't have to suffer alone. My friend Emily was also dropping off her baby at school this morning. We went to breakfast together and commiserated. That's right -- a breakfast WITHOUT any little people! Emily still grabbed a stack of napkins large enough to swab off an army of sticky, snotty, spilling toddlers, but we figure that rehabilitation is going to take some time. With luck, we can someday feel like women again and not just moms. But then again, I have a feeling that the "mom" part never really leaves you even when the kids do...
Proud Henry ready for school
Check out the cool shark backpack! (thanks, Dodie)
So excited!
Checking out the equipment before class
Criss-Cross-ApplesauceSunday, September 4, 2011
Cheering the Cardinal to Victory
We took the boys down to Stanford yesterday for their first football game. We had a great time even though the stadium was pretty hot. The boys hung in there for three quarters (a constant supply of snacks helped). Stanford crushed San Jose state and we enjoyed being part of the excitement as Stanford launched what we hope will be their best season ever!
On a separate note, it's always a kick to return to "The Farm", but I felt a little old this time. All of the current students wandering around looked SO YOUNG! I feel as though I just graduated a couple years ago (and running into a guy from my freshman dorm reinforced that feeling), but then I looked around at all the kids masquerading as college students and I realized that it has actually been 14 years since I left. Jeez! Where does the time go?!
Existential crisis aside, however, it was a really fun day and now that the boys are old enough to stick it out, we hope to attend many more games.
On a separate note, it's always a kick to return to "The Farm", but I felt a little old this time. All of the current students wandering around looked SO YOUNG! I feel as though I just graduated a couple years ago (and running into a guy from my freshman dorm reinforced that feeling), but then I looked around at all the kids masquerading as college students and I realized that it has actually been 14 years since I left. Jeez! Where does the time go?!
Existential crisis aside, however, it was a really fun day and now that the boys are old enough to stick it out, we hope to attend many more games.
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