The midwest ninja

Nothing could have prepared me for the degree to which Cybele can be impossible. The flight to NY was impossible. I have never seen so many people glare at my family at the same time until I took my wee one on a plane. We made the mistake of flying with Cybele on our laps. This is the same mistake that I will make in about two weeks on our flight to San Diego but it is too late to change that. She hated flying but mostly she hated being pinned down. You see, Cybele is THE baby which means, no one says no and she always gets what she wants. Cybele wanted off the plane, off my lap and back to Indiana.

After the disaster that was our flight we headed out over the hills and through the woods to our comfy accommodations at the Grandparents house only to have Cybele wake up painfully early and repeat her plane performance on the LIRR. Lucky for us, Cybele was a dream at the party for Lore and Hugues

I think she must like dancing to the eighties and eating lots and lots of Italian food cause she was definitely in her element. But now that we are home it is all too clear that Cybele just likes to be home. She is back to sleeping 10 hours straight at night, taking three hour naps and dressing like a ninja.

Finally!

Now I want you all to know that my recent absence from the blog scene is not because I don't love you and not because I am not proud of my kids, but because this web site never wants to upload my photos. It is infuriating, and although I am witty and charming (and modest), the blog does not work without photos of my adorable kiddos so I haven't bothered to type anything cause I don't even know if you guys even read what I write.

But really look at my little man. I don't really think he is little anymore. He loves to go on bike rides with me which is the best feeling in the world. We have started venturing out in colder and colder weather and most recently, even when there is still patches of ice on the ground. I was a little worried about the ice but he was not phased. We even went over a patch of ice about 15 feet long while we were passing a car driving down our block. My heart was beating pretty fast but Elias was calm and cool. I guess he is a bit of a pro on the ice after a month and a half of ice skating though. Now that ice skating is over we are trying to decide on a new activity. Here are the options: Baseball, Soccer, Dance, Tae Kwon Do. Tristan is leaning towards dance and my vote is for either soccer of tae kwon do. If we can find it, my vote is going to be for the Robo-boogie. I think Elias would be an awesome Robot.

schoolboy

i realized after substituting at elias' school for a week that not all my assumptions about him as a student are correct. i thought he was still raucous and full of unbridled energy. in fact, although he's not always the most focused and industrious student, he's developed good self-control. he doesnt run around wildly like some kids do, he doesnt complain or have to always fight against his baser emotions, like many kids do, and he isnt that loud. he is quite well self-contained and -directed. i am also amazed to see how physically well-rooted he is at his school. he knows where things are, where to go, what he should be doing. he knows where he belongs, and how to get what he needs. it relieves me and makes me proud of him.