Archive for the ‘Elena’ Category

Sugarplum Fairy

Posted by julie on Thursday, 8 December 2011, 22:47

Mini-recital for her first completed series of dance classes in the morning:

Not a bad first position plie.

This is what Miss E thinks "performing" means.

Followed by the Nutcracker Short and Suite this afternoon, a little present the Oregon Ballet School gives to the community every year. I appreciate it!

The sweetest Sugarplum Fairy, a very poised 16-year-old.

Elena held up her hand after the performance, wanting to make a comment during the question period, but she wasn’t called on. She looked at me and her face crumpled. “I wanted to tell her I dance,” she sobbed. The dancers were all standing around, ready for autographs and greetings. “Go tell the Sugarplum Fairy,” I suggested. Sometimes Moms really do know just what to say.

Sometimes they are normal siblings…

Posted by jonesey on Wednesday, 30 November 2011, 6:05

… and sometimes they surprise us by doing something like this:

Who, us? We always hold hands while we're walking to school. We're the best of friends, and we never fight, never yell. Heck, we hardly ever have a minor difference of opinion.

Elena’s first day of preschool

Posted by jonesey on Tuesday, 29 November 2011, 6:17

[A post from the past. Explanation here.]

This one is from way in the past. March, 2009. I told you I had a stack of these things.

For the first few months of Elena’s life, she spent all of her time with her family. She was a pretty good-natured baby, so Julie even took her to work with her. Elena would hang out while Julie worked, occasionally asking politely for some attention.

At about six months, however, she started to be self-propelled. And to grab things. This new activity, while developmentally appropriate, was incompatible with an office environment, so it was time for Elena to start going to “school,” which is what everyone calls the kids’ preschool around here.

So we packed the kids into our newly-purchased double jogger (thanks Craigslist!) and rolled them over to school.

All smiles.

Elena napped in the jogger on the way over to school, saving her energy for the big day. When she got there, she met one of our favorite people in the whole world: Lori! Lori had been Sylvan’s preschool teacher when he started going to school, and she ended up being Elena’s teacher from the age of six months to almost three years.

OK Dad, I'll try this.

Lori predicted that Elena would be so excited that she would only nap about 20 minutes, instead of her usual hour and a half or two hours. She ate and drank everything that was offered. When she woke up from her nap (20 minutes, as Lori predicted), she was very sad. It was the first time she had ever woken up and not found a family member around. Lori, in her infinite wisdom, took Elena to visit Sylvan in his classroom.  He touched her gently, introduced her around, and told his friends that he loved her very much, and she calmed down. Big brothers can be useful.

Elena’s first big day at preschool ended at 2:30 when Julie picked her up. She’s been going a couple of days a week since then. She’s in the “big kids” classroom now, with three- and four-year-olds. She is still sometimes sad when she wakes up from her nap, but she’s solving that problem by deciding not to nap at all. Ingenious.

Adventures with Clive

Posted by jonesey on Tuesday, 22 November 2011, 21:59

“Who is Clive?” read the note that was in Elena’s mailbox at school last week.

“You may be wondering why you have a ‘Winnie the Pooh’ bag hanging on your child’s hook! That bag is the traveling home for our classroom friend, Clive.”

And so began the adventure. Clive has been traveling home with children at the kids’ preschool since 2000. He has been all over the world: South Africa, Taiwan, Disneyland, and all over Eugene and Springfield. Children take turns hosting Clive, introducing him to friends and family, and taking him on adventures.

When Clive returns to school, the children talk about his latest adventures during circle time.

Today was Elena’s day to host Clive, and to take him on adventures.

We started with a trip to the store. We needed some cheese!

Hmm, Montzarella? Cheddar? Maybe some smoked gouda?

Then it was off to Edison School to pick up big brother Sylvan! (Fair warning: there are lots of exclamation points in this adventure.)

Waiting for Sylvan to finish his day at kindergarten. Someday soon I'll get to go to this big kid school too.

We traveled in style to our next destination….

Clive, where's your helmet?

… the playground!

Clive is HEAVY.

Zoom!

Then it was off to Sylvan’s karate class, where Clive brushed up on his equestrian skills.

Is that your saddle horn, or...

Whew! It was an exhausting day!

Close your eyes, Clive. Good night!

P.S. Not shown: Clive and Elena watching a Princess Movie(!!!!!!) while Mommy makes dinner. No photographs of this alleged event are known to exist, and Mommy will deny that it ever happened.  She is a Good Mommy, after all. Isn’t she? Good night, Mommy.

Let’s save the day

Posted by jonesey on Tuesday, 22 November 2011, 6:13

[A post from the past. Explanation here.]

16 May 2010. Sylvan, age 4 1/2: “Elena, come on! Let’s save the day!”

This is what we do *after* we save the day.

Happy Birthday, Elena: 39 Months

Posted by julie on Monday, 14 November 2011, 23:46

Dear Elena,

I glimpsed my future today, and my knees trembled a bit. Daddy and I had a conference with your preschool teacher. I went in without any concerns; unlike some parents, I don’t expect you to learn all your letters or start long division in preschool. I do expect you to become better at sharing, expressing your feelings, and cooperating. Unfortunately, that’s not the way it’s progressing at the moment. You had to be removed from the lunch table today because you were trying to put an orange peel on your friend’s plate. When you were asked to stop, you refused.

We’ve noticed that stubborn streak at home, too. After I removed you from the couch for jumping on it the other day, you smiled sweetly at me and jumped on the couch again. Before you entered preschool, I joked that you were socially ready for Kindergarten: you shared well and played with others. Now, though, you’ve started hitting your friends if they’re in your space.

Elena in Grampa Dick's clothes. That makes this cute little tailored number about 65 years old!

Now, I’m not worried that you’ll keep hitting your friends. But I can see the social butterfly with a silly, stubborn streak causing a ruckus in Kindergarten—and an even bigger ruckus in 7th grade. Ruckus-maker, I’m not ready! I have to prepare.

It’s just that I think of you as easy: a pleasure to be with, easy to please, happy in the morning, with the ability to make everyone laugh. But you are three. Time to test out those parents and teachers, you say, and find out what they’re made of.

  • You recognize a couple of letters now: E and S, for Elena and Sylvan. You enjoy playing with the magnetic letters, but you become frustrated if Sylvan tries to spell your name with lowercase letters. They’re not as easy for you to recognize.
  • You are counting higher, often to ten with no mistakes.
  • You like to say grace before every dinner. That means holding hands and thanking whomever cooked the meal.
  • Like your brother, you like to run around naked, and you seem incapable of feeling the chill of a 62-degree house. The other day, I said, “Elena, you’re naked.” You responded, “Yes, but I have hair!”
  • Although I don’t remember the context, you said, “It would be funny if you had blinky eyes.”
  • You like to sing the ABCs and Hey, Diddle, Diddle before you go to sleep. I sing and you sing along.

I love you, Miss.

Love,
Mommy

Elena being gentle with her new cousin, King George. Or Dominic.

University of Oregon president reading to Elena’s preschool class

Posted by jonesey on Friday, 4 November 2011, 17:46

Here’s UO President Richard Lariviere reading to Elena’s preschool class.  Elena is sitting farthest from the camera, under the wooden table with the arch in it. You can sometimes see her hair and her sparkly pink shoes.

You can see a picture of him reading to Sylvan’s class as well. Sylvan is in the third (bottom) picture, wearing a green and off-white shirt with horizontal stripes. You can only see his back, hair, and one ear.

Both kids were suitably impressed.  Elena told us all about the story of the cat who had a bunch of different colored shoes, and Sylvan said that his story was a Berenstain Bears story about a bully.

What we did on October 23 in Eugene

Posted by jonesey on Sunday, 23 October 2011, 20:02

One of us, anyway. She was a little sandy after building four castles, so she decided to “wash the sand off.”

What do you mean it's 63 degrees?

She got all the sand off.

Thought for a Thursday: Small Adventures Are Still Adventures

Posted by julie on Thursday, 13 October 2011, 19:12

This afternoon, with no preparation (in my household, that means with no snacks), Elena and I drove to the Dover Firehouse and parked, then walked up the sidewalk to the official Stone Church trailhead nearby.

This was translated from the original Korean at a sign-making facility in Greece. The cavern was killed by Mohawks? Who really knows how a comma should be used?

We walked down the new stone stairs to the freshly-mown path, lined by deciduous trees planted in just the past couple of years. Tufts of milkweed seeds sat in bright white clusters atop the dead, waist-high flowers and grasses. I took only a few, stuffing them into the memory card pocket of my camera case, the only thing I carried. When we walked through the older trees—certainly there and huge when I was a kid, over 30 years ago—peepers called from somewhere in the canopy above us.

My little rubber boot sprite

Elena and I walked upstream, chatting about what this trail was like 30 years ago, muddy boots, and where Daddy and I got married (legally, right here, it turns out). She powered on, not once asking me to carry her. It’s a short hike, maybe a mile round-trip; and we took it slowly, looking around. She posed for photos, asked about the downed tree that had been cut into rounds, and said, “Ooh, that’s pretty” when the stream steepened and turned to whitewater. She was surprised when I told her that the Stone Church is a cave. When we got there, I pointed out some names etched into the stone, one from 1860. It turns out 151 years is a bit too much for a 3-year-old to grasp.

Stone Church October 2011

One of my favorite places, and so easily shareable. I tend to turn outings into BIG EVENTS. Sometimes, it’s good to remember that all you need to do is step out the door. Would it be nice to have some peanuts in your pocket to stave off the grumpies? Sure. But, really, it doesn’t take much. We were back in the car in an hour, and we certainly hadn’t hurried.

Eugene street scene

Posted by jonesey on Thursday, 6 October 2011, 20:42

Traveling from school to home. Two kids, two bikes, one bike trailer.  A little rain, and lots of sun. Stopping to check out lacrosse practice across the street from Agate Hall, where the Vaux’s Swifts nest in the chimney during their spring and fall migrations.

Also, I took this picture WITH MY PHONE. My PHONE. If you're over 30, stop and think about what the word "phone" used to mean. Not to get off topic, but thank you, Steve Jobs.