Bus Day is a BIG Day

While Kenzie loves preschool, she is struggling to be really comfortable there.  She spends most of her day in silence, just taking it all in, and doesn't socialize with any of her peers.  The first few weeks were tough...for me.  She was so excited to start school and it was absolutely heartbreaking to see her being shy.  Not that there's anything wrong with being shy, it's just that Kenzie is generally a pretty outgoing kid.  Knowing that she has so much to say but is afraid to say it breaks my heart.  Even though I know she is nervous and afraid to talk to her teachers, she tells me excitedly about each day and can't wait to go back the next morning.

Before school started she used to beg to be able to ride the bus.  I told her I wanted to drive her for a while until she was comfortable at school (and until I was ready to let my baby ride on the yellow bus w/out a seat belt).  I asked her during the second week of school when she wanted to start taking the bus and tears formed in her eyes at the mere thought of it.  

It seems to me that she's made very little social progress in the past two months, but days like today remind me to celebrate every little thing.  Today, Kenzie took the bus home from school.  She skipped into school this morning knowing that at the end of the day she would be lining up with all the other kids in class to get on the bus.  Kaia and I stood proudly at the end of the driveway when the bus arrived (just eight minutes after school ended - we live close) and cheered as she came proudly, yet nervously, down the big steps.  

So, she may not be talking the teacher's ear off yet, or playing games with her classmates, but my sweet little Kenzie is taking steps towards being herself at school.  Big steps. Big bus steps.

That's My Kenzie

A picture is worth a thousand words, right?  Kenzie was asked to draw a picture in school.  Her teacher had drawn a tree so Kenzie chose to draw one too.  This picture, titled "Fall Tree," pretty much sums up McKenzie's personality to a T (or should I say, to a type A).

Give a Bird a Home

Kaia was so excited about bird houses that she cried when they left the lumberyard without them.  It took Dustin and Kenzie the ride home to explain to her that they were going to make bird houses, not buy them.  I guess it's hard for a two-year-old to visualize the 1" X 6' board as a cute little birdy home.  Go figure.

They were awesome helpers throughout the process.  I was gone at a really fun training (read: six hours of boring slideshows) so I wasn't there to witness, but Dustin documented the steps.

While Kaia was napping for most of the steps, she was awake for gluing.  He couldn't get pictures of Kaia using the glue because Kaia and glue require complete supervision.

Kaia knows how to avoid the not fun jobs, like sanding.  Blah!  But Kenzie is a work horse.

 

After Dustin primed them, it was time for paint.

They are so proud of their work.  I am too. :)

We haven't yet hung them up, although the girls have three trees picked out.  The birds will be headed to see Nana in Florida soon, so it probably doesn't matter if the homes aren't up until spring.

Scarecrow

For Dustin's birthday Kenzie gave him a picture she colored.  It was a scarecrow.  She thought their garden needed some protection, and that she and daddy needed a project.  An idea was born.  It took a little while to find the time to build him, but Mr. Scarecrow is now ready to find his home in our blossoming garden.

They worked on it mostly while I was away teaching my night classes.  It was fun to come home at night and see the progress.

Detail work is perfect for attention-oriented McKenzie.

Kaia helped, too, but Dustin said she did a lot of what Kaia does.  Which is, well, anything but what everyone else is doing.  Here's a good action shot of her chasing the chickens away from Kenzie's work space.

This finished product is a scarecrow that is scary enough to freak me out every time I come home at night.  My heart jumps every time I catch a glimpse of the towering shadow.  Kaia isn't afraid, though.  She tells me it looks like Papa....

Kaia: Care crow looks like Papa.
Me: What?!  You think it looks like Papa?
Kaia: Yeah, looks like Papa.
Me: Papa Lavoine or Papa Ricci?
Kaia: Papa Voine.
Me: The Papa with Auntie Jenni or the Papa with Auntie Loren?
Kaia: Auntie Denni.
Me: That's Papa Lavoine.

Ha!  My dad has confirmed, however, that while she may think it looks like him, the scarecrow does not dish out ice cream and candy so he is not nearly as cool as Papa Voine.

All Aboard!

When my friend Jess sent me a link to the Essex Steamtrain and Big Top Circus Show I didn't have to think twice.  Kenzie has been asking for months if she can someday ride a train, "maybe, when I'm five?"  

Here's a confession, I've always wanted to ride on a train, too.  I've been on a subway train, but that doesn't count.  So, when that steam train glided up to the station and blew the whistle I was just as giddy as the girls.  Unfortunately, the train ride lasted all of ten minutes and never exceeded 5 mph, but it was thrilling, nonetheless.  

The circus was fun.  It wasn't a big "big top" but it was enough for the girls.  There was one aerial act where a woman twisted and turned and hung upside down from long silk sheets.  Kenzie was astonished.  She didn't take her eyes off of her the entire time.  Her facial expressions say it all.

The man who climbed atop the stacked chairs had me nervous.  There were no safety precautions.  I kept thinking that if he fell the girls would be forever scarred.  Kaia wasn't too concerned, I guess.  She spotted my friend's newborn baby next to us and smiled big.  The daredevil behind her apparently wasn't enough to keep her attention.

The girls had a great time on the rides.

A good representation of the Kenzie/Kaia dynamic.
 Kenzie is serious (she really thinks she's driving) and Kaia is just along for the ride.

It was a great day, and now I have a brochure of all the other steam train events (including dinner and a sunset).  Anyone want to babysit?

Cut and Paste

Kenzie: Mommy, I just love my new scissors so much, I want to play with them all the time.  Hahahaha.

Kaia would put glue on EVERYTHING if I let her.  As much as I love that Kenzie can sit for hours cutting and pasting, having glue around Kaia requires constant supervision.  But man, that smile on her face as she mounds more and more Elmer's onto the paper is priceless.

New Mom

Kenzie likes to go and play with her "new mom."  This fictional person resides in our living room and Kenzie visits her often.  I asked what is so great about her new mom.  Among other things, Kenzie said, "she can tell what the weather will be without looking on the computer."  Well then.

She assured me, however, that she loves her new mom only a tiny bit more than me.  Whew.  I thought I had something to worry about.

As if it's not bad enough that Kenzie is replacing me, she's taken to calling me "old mom."  Kaia needed me this morning and Kenzie told her, "no, Kaia.  That's old mommy, we don't use her anymore." 

Interestingly enough, she does NOT like it when I joke about going to play with "new Kenzie."