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Above: Oliver reads to Sebastian during sunshine time.Below: Sebastian sports his first gift from Oliver. Will I have another lefty? Or is the left hand the counter-balance for the right hand that has just thrown?
I've said for years that it takes a family to get a PhD, and I can tell you now that I'm almost the other side of it that I still find it to be true. My boys have offered support and made sacrifices for a long time to get me across the stage with my Medieval academic garb. Thank you, my boys! I love you!
It's true: we really are moving...in about a month. So it's time to start having some lasts before we start having some firsts a little farther south. Here is OP at his last lesson with South Coast Karate. He has loved the energetic, fun setting of this karate dojo. Though he lost a bit of his discipline for practicing during baseball season, he did not lose any excitement for attending lessons. They have helped with his balance and his willingness to try new things in front of others. Up this week: last day of kindergarten.
OP's school is getting ready for the Multicultural Fair--an all-school evening event in which each grade level hosts an area of the school campus that offers a flavor of somewhere in the world. As the tiny print suggests, Oliver's class is helping to host the India section. They'll have food and henna tattoos, and, beyond that, I'm not quite sure. In preparation for the event each class drew/painted chalk images of their countries on the sidewalk in front of the school. Here is OP showing off his Bengal tiger. It's the best work he's ever done--made him feel like a "creative artist." Three cheers for that!
What handsome boys I live with! You can tell that one of them is a cheeky monkey. Don't be fooled by the calm exterior of the other--he is more than able of gettin' your goat (what does "gettin' your goat" mean, anyway? we'll look it up and report back. yes, it is possible to be both cheeky and nerdy; ask any of us ;o)
At any rate, recently Philip's school had a sport fan day, so he came out dressed in an England strip, only he had originally chosen the red side (I know--a reversible sport shirt; what does that do to the work of laundering stains and odors?). OP promptly said, "It's a shame I don't have a red England shirt." "You have a red England hat," we said. "Papa, wear your white England shirt like mine." Philip does not have a white England shirt and OP's is very stained, so they settled on blue. And aren't they the devilishly handsome pair?