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Miss Aimee: Moving on, but never out

May 16, 2011

A few months ago Sara and I had the heartbreaking weekend when we found out that Besher’s beloved teacher, Miss Aimee, was moving out of Austin at the end of the school year. Although Besh was himself graduating from his school, Miss Aimee had become part of his life and a favorite [insert word that means more than babysitter here since that word doesn't hold a candle]. I think there’s little doubt that besides his immediate family, Besher holds more love for Miss Aimee than anyone he knows and that includes people in the Star Wars universe.

We couldn’t blame Miss Aimee for her direction. Not only has she been an amazing guide for the past 3 years at Besher’s school but she also took on the emotional and time-intensive task of being a CASA representative. This, it turned out, was a trial to see if she could take the next step in her journey which was to get her master’s degree and eventually open an orphanage.

So, yes, the world will be a better place for Miss Aimee’s new path and countless children will have better lives for it. But we’re still a bit sad to lose someone like her. So, world, you’re welcome.

There was a plan to tell the children about the changes (the other guide in the class was switching as well, new guides coming in, etc.) in May. When the time came for the announcement to the children, we were unsure how Besh would take it. That he loves Miss Aimee was unquestionable, but whether he would comprehend that she was moving away–we weren’t sure what he would think. He knows he’s going to a new school next year and he’s thrilled for that. But we guessed that he expected he’d still see Miss Aimee, so it was a question of whether the news would connect with him during the announcement or later.

The announcement was last Friday. It connected that day.

I wasn’t there for the announcement or the rest of the day, but let me share this quote from our class’ email newsletter to put it in Miss Aimee’s words:

First, I referenced the work that Keyla [other guide], Laura [pre-primary guide] and I did in Nicaragua and reminded the children that there are others in the world that are lacking the things that we are so lucky to have. I shared that even adults are learning every day and that I was getting ready to go back to school to “learn how to help children that need help”. I explained that it was difficult for me to make this choice, but that I was leaving Athena so that I could help children that needed me.

Apparently part of the longer conversation was that this new path was part of Miss Aimee’s dream. This sank in with Besh, because later in the day the following (probably highly paraphrased) conversation took place:

Besher: “Miss Aimee, you know how it was your dream to go to school?”

Miss Aimee: “Yes, Besher.”

“My dream was that you would never leave. But that’s not going to come true.”

He cried. I’m guessing Miss Aimee fought hard not to as well, just as Sara and I would upon hearing the story.

It’s a mixed blessing, of course. Given that Besh has the Broadway bug like his parents, he’ll be on the East Coast often enough that we’re hoping to connect with Miss Aimee again over the years. It won’t be the same, and that’s okay since Miss Aimee has a new journey ahead of her that will definitely make a world of difference for all those children in the future waiting for her care. But it’s still a sad moment for Besh to part ways with someone who’s been so important in his life.

Miss Aimee, Sara and I don’t have enough words to express what you’ve done. Both in the classroom with Miss Keyla and out of the classroom. To say you are one in a billion is grossly undercounting, and all of your school-parents are probably experiencing the same bittersweet feelings on your departure. Know that you will always be missed just as you will always be supported. And thank you for being who you are.

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Pork explosion!

April 18, 2011

Yesterday Besh and I were fortunate enough to be invited over to cousin Brian, Elaine, and Eitan’s house for dinner. What made it so awesome was that cousin Brian, a gourmet chef in his spare time, had purchased an entire pig to roast and was having people over to partake.

One bit of Texas culture I’ve happily embraced for myself and Besh is barbeque. The day Besh was cleared to eat meat we went to Hut’s that night but drove to Lockhart the next morning for brisket. When we go to BBQ he’ll happily eat brisket and pork loin but his favorite is turkey these days.

Still, this was something that couldn’t be missed. But on the drive over, I started to get a bit nervous. This would likely be the first time Besh connected meat with animals. It’s a connection I’m not squeamish about, but I was concerned he would be. So I decided to have a chat with him.

Me: “Besh, you know where we’re going?”

Besh: “Cousin Eitan’s.”

“That’s right. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“You know how cousin Brian is an amazing chef?”

“Of course.”

“He’s roasting an entire pig!”

“You mean the animal?” Uh-oh, I thought.

“Yes, the animal. You know how we eat pork loin at barbeque?”

“Yes.”

“And do you like bacon?”

“Oh yes.”

“Well, pork and bacon all come from pigs.”

He thought about this a second, then said “Awesome.”

Sighing with relief and smiling, off we went to cousin Eitan’s house (which he happily lets his parents co-habitate).

Once there, the entire group patiently awaited the pig’s completion, and when it finally emerged it sat on the counter to rest. (It’d had a really rough day.) I asked Besh if he wanted to see it and he ran in and tried to pet it’s roasted snout, then pulled back because it was hot. He didn’t give it a second glance before going back to play with the other kids until dinner was ready.

At dinner, he was loving the bits of pork I gave him (tenderloin, shoulder, etc.). He made me go back and get him more meat two times, a record for him since he’s only ever asked for more once and that was at Smitty’s (good boy). He was loving the meat so much he started some of the kids in a screaming chant of “Cousin Brian is the best chef EVER!”

By the second time I went back for Besh the pickings were getting a bit slim, but I did notice one piece on the table. I absent mindedly wondered what it was since it seemed to have a lot of fat around it, that’s when someone pointed out it was part of the pork belly. I’m used to seeing pork on a plate, not a table, so I happily cut some up for Besh. I took it back to his table and trimmed most of the fat off then gave him a bite to try.

He chewed and chewed and chewed and swallowed. Then he paused.

Me: “How was that?”

He started waving his hands over his stomach and making a rumbling sound which slowly got louder as his hands got higher and higher until they reached his mouth and he flung them out.

Besh: “BOOM! That was so awesome I just exploded!”

Couldn’t agree more.

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The second and only slightly less important movie to quote

April 12, 2011

The other day Mommy and Isaac were dropping off Besh at school. At the gate, Besh stopped and waved.

“Good bye, Mommy. Good bye, Isaac. Have fun storming the castle!”

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Is Batman real?

April 4, 2011

Tonight, a conversation as Besh was playing his Batman math Leapster game.

Besh: “Daddy, are there kids out there who think Batman is real?”

Daddy: “I don’t know.”

Mommy: “Do you think Batman is real, Besher?”

Besher: “I think Batman is so awesome, he’s real to me.”

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Exactly what a five year old should say

March 20, 2011

Today Besh went with Mommy to go get Mommy’s car washed. On the drive home they quickly realized that the cleaner used inside the car smelled rather disgusting, so they proceeded to roll down the windows. At which point Besh felt the need to tell Mommy something very important.

Besh: “You know what this car needs, Mommy?”

Mommy: “What, Besh?”

“More cowbell.”

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Besh interprets Bruno Mars’ “Grenade”

March 16, 2011

So we’ve been listening to Bruno Mars’ album a lot these past few weeks. It’s one of two albums that can settle Isaac down if he’s fussy (the other one is the soundtrack to Memphis). Sometimes if he’s being fussy during dinner I’ll put my phone on the table and play the album through it’s tiny speakers and that’s usually enough to calm him down too.

The other night as I started playing “Grenade,” Besh started singing along. Sara was curious so she turned to Besh and asked:

“Besh, what do you think this song means?”

Besh stopped singing and turned to Mommy and said:

“It’s about a guy who loves a girl but she isn’t very nice to him at all. He gives her all of his love and she just throws it in the trash can.”

Mommy’s jaw dropped down to the floor and she stared at him in disbelief.

“Besher! How did you know that?”

“Daddy told me.”

Which is true. He and I had discussed the song a few weeks before when he asked me what the song was about. I realized that when he started the description, but it was just too funny to see Sara’s eyes grow wide as the description continued.

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Houdini!

March 15, 2011

Occasionally I get asked if Isaac is going to get his own blog. I usually just smile and say something like “We’ll see.” What I really want to say is “OH MY GOD I WANT TO GET SOME SLEEP FIRST!” and then pass out on a horizontal surface (preferably soft but I’m not picky) for about 50 hours.

Not to say that Isaac isn’t producing some blog-worthy moments. Especially now that he’s just started walking (still working on it but he’s doing it more every day) and interacting more with the world around him.

He also has a new nickname: Houdini.

We aren’t sure when it started, but a few key moments outline the rise of Isaac’s claim as a great baby escape artist. For many months now he’s twisted and turned when on the changing table, much more than Besh ever did. But now he’s taken to trying to escape all forms of confinement no matter their origin.

First, somehow Isaac figured out how to remove his diaper. That’s not amazing, you think. Lots of babies do that. Sure. But Isaac does it without taking off his clothes. He’s figured out how to play with the tabs through his clothes and then somehow shimmy, shake, and twist his way out of the diaper so that it ends up around his knees (or as far as it will go inside his onesie pajamas).

Second, during a trip to Target, Sara had Isaac strapped into the baby chair of the shopping cart. She grabbed a package to put in the cart and turned back to discover that Isaac was standing on the chair-seat, a proud look on his face. The strap was still done.

Next, Isaac decided to turn his attention to the child-proof locks in the house. Even though he hasn’t mastered walking, he has mastered the finger reaching in to hook onto the latch and disengage the door lock. This comes complete with a mischevious grin if he notices anyone watching him.

But wait, he’s not done. This past weekend while sitting in the high chair at Chuy’s, Isaac figured out how to unlock the belt latch. He casually undid the lock and dropped the belt to the sides.

And to top it all off we have his greatest magical trick yet. Last night he woke up doing his I’m-very-upset-and-not-going-back-to-sleep-unless-you-come-in-here cry around 2am. Usually this means he’s peed out, whether through diaper manipulation or random gap. Sometimes he’s just teething or upset but still dry. So Sara went to check on him and came and got me (pee out). But the strangest part–even though his sheet was wet his pajamas were dry. Completely dry. His body was dry too.

So either we had the biggest teething-sleep-drool ever (and, seriously, that’d be a lot of drool) or Isaac is working on magic tricks in his sleep.

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I don’t know the answer but I love the question

March 14, 2011

Yesterday the entire family was in the car driving home when Besh started talking movies.

Besh: “Daddy, am I old enough to see Spider-Man yet?”

Me: “No, not yet.”

“Because of the scary parts?”

“Yeah, because of the scary parts.”

“What about Batman?”

“Same with Batman.”

“What about Green Lantern?”

“I don’t know. It isn’t out yet.”

At which point Mommy started laughing.

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An evening with Liza

March 4, 2011

Yesterday afternoon the entire family was at home when Sara and I went to go have a chat with Besh.

Mommy: “Besh, you know how Daddy I and go out for date night?”

Besh: “Uh huh.”

“Well, we thought you could come with us tonight.”

“For real?”

“Yes. Because we’re going to see a show that we thought you’d like.”

“What is it?”

At this point Besh is already grinning, excited at going out and whatever the show might be.

Mommy: “We’re going to go see Liza Minnelli.”

It’s a good thing he was sitting on the couch, because he literally fell over backwards. After a few seconds he jumped up and proceeded to hug Mommy and me in excitement. It’s been a while since I’d blogged about Besh’s love for the Tony Awards and plans to have a yogurt smoothie with Liza, but he hasn’t forgotten.

Besh proceeded to get dressed up. Corduroy pants, button down shirt, clip on tie, blue blazer. He was the dressiest of the three. When we got to the show, he couldn’t stop clapping. Especially when the pre-show announcer came out to talk about Liza, the show, the sponsors, etc. As everyone clapped at the appropriate spots, Besh took that as a cue to clap whenever there was a pause. Which made it a bit awkward when the announcer spoke about Liza’s charity (people living with HIV/AIDS) and he mentioned something sad and Besh was the only one to clap. Whoops.

But when Liza came out, Besh couldn’t control it. He stood up, and could not stop clapping. I mean not stop. Sara had to finally grab his arms in a hug.

He had a great time and managed to stay awake the whole show, which was more than Daddy could do. She’s still a performer, but sadly her voice is gone (really, really gone). But Besh didn’t care. He was sad he didn’t get to meet her (I guess Hairspray spoiled him a bit) but also just exhausted.

It’s amazing to see Besh’s love for theater continues even while his passion for Star Wars has taken over all other aspects of his life. I’m pretty sure if Besh could meet Liza he’d challenge her to a lightsaber fight.

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Cutting the cheese

January 27, 2011

Since Besh is now 5, he and I have roughly the same maturity level when it comes to humor. So it was with great pleasure (for me, quite the opposite for Mommy) when I taught Besh what the expression “cut the cheese” meant.

Besh immediately took to the expression, and there was an explosion of cutting the cheese in our house. I mean using the expression, not the actual cutting of cheese.

However, Mommy correctly pointed out that this expression is likely not appropriate for public use by a five-year-old and so we spoke with Besh about not using it with his friends, at stores and restaurants, etc. He has been outstanding at following that rule.

But today, today was something special.

You see, Mommy had been cleaning out some of our pantry and fridge space and came across some snacks we had purchased for Isaac’s birthday a few weeks ago. Since they were still good, but we had so many, Mommy asked Besh’s teachers if they could use it for snack this week. The teachers said yes, so Mommy and Besh brought them into class today.

The snacks were cheesesticks. And snacks are usually cut up and divided among the students.

So, naturally, Besh approached one of his teachers and, with the biggest grin possible, asked if he could help her cut the cheese.

My work is almost done.

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