. . . or so she told me last night and this morning. When I asked her why, she said it was boring, even though she told Matt that she loved it when he picked her up yesterday.
She informed me this morning that she MIGHT like it today. MAYBE.
Then I told her it was time to go this morning and that we needed to get her bag from upstairs. After I got her bag I couldn’t find her. I thought she was stalling by hiding. But she was nowhere to be found. Britton and I were looking for her when she walked in the back door and said “Papa, I was waiting for you in the car. HURRY UP!”
She was totally excited about it this morning when I dropped her off. She showed me around the studio and then started working on some set design for the show on Friday. I had to remind her to give me a hug goodbye.
We took her to the ballet store on Sunday for leotards, ballet shoes, and tights. She was so excited and into it. She tried on four different leotards without complaining once.
So yeah, ballet is a hit. Even though she won’t admit it.
Today was move up day for the kids at Audrey’s school. This meant that we took them to the Oak Yard and then the First Grade (or CP) teacher came and got them and took them to the First Grade classroom for the morning. Audrey warned me that she was a little nervous on the way to school. I should talked to her more about it then perhaps, but even that does not always help.
In the yard she played for a bit without me but then hung out with me the rest of the time. When it came time to line up she started crying. So, like some of the other parents, I walked with her upstairs to the classroom. Unlike a couple of the other parents I did not go into the classroom though. I let the teacher take her at the door. Audrey was crying quietly and the teacher was asking her “Comment-tu t’apelle?” over and over when I left. I felt yucky but I knew that she would recover fast and me hanging around would only make it worse.
After two years at Adobe, I finally got my first piece of snail-mail in my snail-mailbox in the mail room. True, it was some cards that I ordered online and had sent here. But it still counts.
I also drank my first cup of the free Adobe coffee. I have French class tonight and Papa needs some ENERGY.
Audrey is 5 years old and in kindergarten. Right now, In addition to her French immersion school she does:
Mon – Gymnasticsc at FAIS
Tues – Tennis at GGT&S with Yanis & Kenzi
Wed – Jewelry making at FAIS
Thu: Basketball practice at the Presidio YMCA
Fri – Drama at FAIS
Sun – Basketball game at the Y and swim lesson at La Petite Baleen
It seems a bit much but it’s better than watching TV I think. She’s got the energy.
Now I know why fathers get so upset when their children don’t follow in their footsteps. Watching Audrey in her first real tennis lesson last night, seeing her get into something that I was totally into as a child, was a profoundly satisfying experience. I think my brain is hardwired to reward me for this experience. I swear it ramped up my uptake of dopamine. I am now an addict.
sfgate.com has a new blog by Peter and Bill Getty. Other than giving me low hanging fruit to blog about, I”m not sure what the point of it is. I guess it’s supposed to help those of us among the unwashed masses understand “what it’s like to be rich.”
In their first post, in what I suppose is an attempt to show us just how like you and me they are, they take the time to let us know about the pain of growing up rich.
They too have suffered. Hey, they are just like you and me! And so you don’t doubt it, they back it up with plenty of details. They lived in a house with – gasp – old furniture. And they couldn’t put posters on their bedroom walls.
I’m doing all I can not to roll my eyes right out of their sockets.
I have finally found a recipe that fills my ginormous kitchenaid mixer. For those of you who are curious, it is a double patch of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies from Cook’s Illustrated.
