Thursday, May 19, 2016

Pre-school is over. Done. Finito.

Becky attended the Mother's Day Tea and watched Henry and his classmates perform a handful of songs. As sure as the turning of the earth, Henry stood politely on the riser with the group and kept completely quiet during the entire performance. He did correctly move his arms around during the visual parts of the songs, but it was clear that was all Mommy was getting.

Fair enough. We used it as an opportunity to tell Henry that in life you don't have to like everything you do, but you do often need to stand politely.


The final week at school had a small carnival with a bucking salmon and a small petting zoo. Piper loved riding the salmon, though ended up terrified of the goats and ducks. She was initially very excited to see the animals, but when it became clear that they were her height (if not slightly taller), the event took a turn toward sadness. She did seem to really enjoy standing outside the pen though.


Henry's always been a reliable fountain of questions, but lately it's been kicking into high gear.

"What happens when you finish medical school?"
"What's inside a MRI machine?"
"How do they take bone marrow samples?"
"What if there were no plants?"
"I'm not going to get a brain tumor because I eat blueberries."


Full set of photos here.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

The pre-school year is winding down and the trees in Anchorage finally have small, green leaves. Most free days will find Becky and the kids running around a park, or just goofing around on the bikes near home. Camping trips for the summer are being planned, kindergarten is getting closer, and all the snow pants and boots are locked away.

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Piper is able to run around anywhere she pleases and dig into whatever grabs her attention. As you might guess, she mimics the activity all around her. Our most recent chuckles come when we are kneeling somewhere (usually cleaning something up on the floor or helping Henry build something). She will quickly swoop in and pull down our pants, giggling the whole time. The rule is simple - if you 're going to peak in my diaper to check the status, expect the same for yourself.