Archive for April 2009

First school lunch EVER

April 27, 2009

Healthy Lunch BoxIt’s the end of April, and my first grader tried school lunch today.   I let her try.  I hoped she wouldn’t like it.

Why?  Packing is less expensive and more nutritious.  Plus, I can see what she ate by what she brings home.

Back to the first school lunch . . .   She loved it.

First off,  it was the coolest day of days to get school lunch.  Today, two Littleton police officers served the kids lunch.  How about that for fun?

“Mom, they were cracking everybody up in line.  And the policeman said that me, Cooper and Dillan were his biggest fans.”

Apparently, one officer gave out trays while the other, bread.

“What did you eat?” I asked.


“You like nuggets now?”

“Yes, mom,” she sighed.   “And, I got chocolate milk.”

“So, do you always have policemen there?”  I asked, confused.

“No, this was the first time I saw them.”

Overall, a very exciting first time buying school lunch.  Darn.  I wonder how this will turn out . . .


First Grade Girls Book Club

April 23, 2009

I totally missed my daughter’s book club last week.  I thought I could do it all  . . . HA.

I talked just a few minutes too long, didn’t factor in traffic, and got to the mother/daughter book club just as it ended.  Not getting mom of the year — again.  I felt so bad.  All because I wanted to network with an editor, just a few more minutes.

How many times have I told her, “Just a few more minutes, honey?”  When do I just stop my work for her?  How do I balance my priorities?

I never thought it would be this hard!



One day at the bus stop, my neighbor and I came up with the idea of a book club for our kids.  Wouldn’t that be fun we thought.

Who to invite? All the first grade girls in the neighborhood.

How often?  Every month.

Where? We take turns hosting and picking out a book.

Little did we know that we had fifteen first grade girls in the neighborhood.  Or how much fun it would be – for us!  And them.

First, the hosts facilitates a discussion of the book.  Favorite parts.  Funny parts.  The usual.

Then, the kids run around like wild banshees while pausing for a snack here and there.  We grown ups, get to catch up, and have our own conversations without the interruptions of our children.

Win-Win =

Win:  Kids are reading and enjoying books.

Win:  Moms are connecting and having fun with other adults.

(Except when they’re late and completely miss the whole event.)

Chauncey Billiups, basketball and something new

April 16, 2009

chauncey-and-melissa-close-upI’ve realized (yes, I’m a slow learner) after many years of knowing my introverted daughter that she has to be sufficiently prepared for ALL new experiences.  Basketball was no exception.

First, in October, she joined the first grade girls basketball team.  She learned the basics of the game– albeit somewhat begrudgingly.  “Do I have to go?  I don’t want to, ” she said every week.

When I got an interview with Chauncey Billiups,  I told her all about the Nuggets and Chauncey.  “Would you ever want to go see him play in a game?” I asked.


After the interview, I showed her the picture I took with Chauncey.  She seemed interested, sort of.  “Oh,”  she said.  But,  I overheard her telling her friends, “My mom knows Chauncey Billiups!”

Still, Little Miss didn’t want to go to a Nuggets game.

Dad began the next strategy by watching Nuggets games on tv with her.  — I’m convinced that the excitement to stay up late motivated her more than the games themselves.  Soon, she asked to watch the games every night! (Again, still motivated to stay up late!?)

When I got tickets for a REAL Nuggets game., I wasn’t sure she was ready.

“Yes, I want to go!  When!  Yea!  I’m going to buy a Billiups jersey for me and a Nene jersey for my sister,” she informed me while  jumping up and down.

She actually did get a jersey (Billiups, of course) and wore it during the game, after the game, and during all Nuggets games on tv.

All it took was a little lot of  preparation.

Yesterday, we got out the ski map for Loveland . . .

Wearin' the #7 Jersey!

Wearin' the #7 Jersey!

So much in her observant mind

April 11, 2009

My introverted daughter astonishes me.  She observes and notices the details of life – most of which, I miss.

A few weeks ago, she attended church service with me.  Sometimes she’s not up for Sunday school.  I get that.

Yesterday, we were reading something about the Last Supper in our devotional.  She said to me, “Remember when the pastor said that women had to cover their heads?”


“Remember, the pastor said that the women had to keep their hair covered.”

Oh, yeah.  I do vaguely remember that.  He was preaching on the significance of Mary using her hair to rub oil onto Jesus’ feet.   She was listening?  I’m not sure I was even listening that closely.

Yes.  And she remembered it.  For weeks.

This kid stores information like a computer.   I can think of so many examples where I rely on her – a seven year old – to help me remember people’s names.  She never forgets.  She remembers places we’ve been to once and can tell me how to get there.    Even when she was little, three and four.

“Mom, remember daddy had a show there?” she said to me as we passed a DPS middle school one year after one of my husband’s events.  I took her with me to drop off the programs.  Amazing.

What a gift to be so observant.  I can learn a lot from her!

“Mom, you really have a bad memory,” she told me.

“I know, baby.  I’m working to improve that about myself. ”

I’m so glad she’s gifted in so many unique ways.   She’s my memory role model.

Please say, “I love you”

April 9, 2009

So, I know it’s not about me.  Sort of.  I just would love some validation from my child.   Ha.  Who am I kidding?  First, she’s a kid.  Second, she’s an introvert.

Every night at bedtime, I hug and kiss my daughter.  Then, I say, “Good night.  I love you.”

She usually doesn’t hug me back.  Personal space issues for her are HUGE.   She’s not into touching so much.  Her hugs crack me up.  She gets a look of terror on her face, her eyebrows crunch together and she winces.  Nice.  Then, I go in for a hug and watch as her arms become floppy, followed by her body.  I hug.  She waits for it to be over.  It’s so fun!

Then the “I love you” part of bedtime.  I say it.  She doesn’t.  EVER.  Once, she grunted!!

“Would it be so hard to say it back to me?”  I asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“Will you say it one day?”


“Do you love me?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“Okay, good-night, then.”

Interesting.  She’s so inwardly focused.  I truly believe that it’s hard for her to verbalize her feelings.  She just knows them and that’s how it is.

It’s not about me.  It’s not about me.  It’s not about me.  . . .

Swimming Lessons – A Metaphor?

April 6, 2009

It took a  “social service” moment to stop the madness.   –Let me explain.

My introverted daughter began swimming lessons at age two – a mommy and me class.   She would swim with me but screamed and cried if the instructor tried to swim with her.   I had no problem with that.  Stranger danger and all.

Her next class was at 3 1/2 and by herself.  Four weeks, twice a week.  She did not get in the water even once.  “I don’t like boy teachers,” she told me.  Okay.  (I guess?)

I registered her for the next session, believing that it was only a matter of time before she’d be ready to try.  Ha.img_0252

She did get in, once – with me.  One day after class, I got so mad that I changed into my suit and said.  “We aren’t leaving until you get into the water.  I don’t care if it takes all night.”  She eventually got in.  It was not satisfying.  I was still annoyed.

The rest of her swim session was a struggle.  She remained in the seahorse class for  four months before progressing to the Pollywogs where she stayed.

Moving ahead a few years to age 5 1/2.   We switched to a different pool and a different program.  I was ready for some progress!

But, the first lesson, she refused to get in the water.   I thought of elaborate bribes.  She choose the “buy a book” bribe for every good lesson.  Whatever it took I figured.

Next lesson, she wouldn’t even sit on the side.  She stayed on the chair with me watching and crying.

“But, remember what you get it you do a good job!” I cajoled while watching as the other children swim laps and practice breathing to the side.

That didn’t work either.  And then my crazy mom behavior emerged.

“Get in the water!  NOW,”  I screamed.


So, I may have pushed her in.   Yes, I did.  Or did I throw her in?

Then, I noticed the horrified expressions of the other parents watching, not the lesson – me and my “social service” moment.

We dropped out of swimming.  I gave it up.

She eventually decided to learn to swim the summer she was 6 1/2.  I didn’t even watch the class.

The bigger lesson: My introvert is only motivated internally.  No external influence, me, rewards, consequences, . . . nothing will influence her at this time in her life.  She will do things when she feels ready. It applies to everything in her life up to this time.

My hope: That it applies to peer pressure later on in life!